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The Raven
A group of ravens is a conspiracy or an unkindness. What I will tell you is far from scheming or cruel – perhaps unnerving at best; mildly unnerving to you, reader, might I clarify, as you are not here with me. You should be glad you are not here. I am glad you are not, and this is not because I do not wish to come across you; rather for your psyche's sake I pray you remain away. This slate of parchment was once blank entirely, and I think, for your welfare, you should put this down, tuck it into the desk drawer and leave it there beneath another leaflet or two for the next one to find.
By Claire von Haven24 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
Red EarthTop Story - September 2023
Red Earth was the first text I ever scribed wholly. A personal reflection on the living, breathing Land of the Dreaming, the forty-nine-verse poem was written on my iPad Mini along the five-hour drive from Coolah to Wollongong when I was thirteen years old.
By Claire von Haven25 days ago in Writers
Claire, the Healer.
The elixir was cool against her palms; gooey as it clung to the gaps between her fingers. She dipped her hands into the copper pot once more, squishing the viscous material until it encompassed her hands as a thick paste. Mint speared through the air, demanding a clean entrance to her nose to invade her respiratory system, and, overall, open up her lungs, but the lid she rested on the pot's rim halted the pungent odour from escaping.
By Claire von Haven3 months ago in History
