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Losing Me Sorry your lordship. I desire sombre lilies from lovely greenery. I devour you. I worship you, Summer. Serve me spoons of silky clouds
By Sea Fickle futures, separated by sea blocked by barricades; frustrated by sea. Bunked helpers glisten under crescent moons,
TikTok, booktok, and Fantasy
The fantasy novel has a long successful history; however, when print sales dropped in 2012, the online sales flourished, paving a new way for self-publishing. Despite the fluctuating sales, fantasy continues to carry with it a strong fan-base that only adds to story-building worlds. In Australia, the fantasy publishing industry is looked down upon as a “popular” literary genre, separating it from the realistic “literature” that wins awards and promotes prestige. Across the entire publishing industry, fantasy produces strong fandom, creates potential for seriality and has the ability to move fluidly between multiple modes of publishing, especially with the emergence of TikTok and the booktok hashtag.
Shark Fin Cove
"Look, Mom! I buried Jason!" his twin sister Leah said, placing a pink cocktail umbrella into the thick sand on Jason's left thigh. It leaned a bit before tumbling over.
Myriads of Rainbows
“Hello, horrible children,” my aunt says, shouting from the front door. “Be down in a second!” I yell as loudly as I can, sending my sound waves rippling through my door, curling downstairs, and crashing into my mum and aunt.
Salty and Sweet
The ideal chocolate cake melts on my tongue even before my lips close over the fudgy sponge. It’s the mixture of salty and sweet. Those who think chocolate cake shouldn’t be both salty and sweet are wrong.
My Friend, Bella
If you remembered something so bizarre like needing to brush your teeth after getting popcorn stuck between them, then wouldn’t you call that a memory? A memory, meaning it happened. Definitely. Bella is a memory.
Meant To Be - Part I
Celia Thomas - Present May 1st, 1986, Thursday Erika and I crammed into the lift, between men in iron-pressed suits, who smelt of coffee. I fiddled with the hem of my pinstriped skirt that matched my oversized blazer. Erika had on a similar combo, but hers was navy. The mandatory skirt or dress rule never seemed to bother her. She liked the way they made her legs look longer.