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An Open Letter to James Cook University
Dear James Cook University, I have done a lot of things late. I like step back, to think about things, take my time and evaluate. My decision to attend JCU was no different. Neither was my decision to finally be open and honest about my sexuality as I began attending JCU as a mature-aged student. And finally, neither is the choice to pen this open letter, asking you to reconsider your stance against a permanent queer space at JCU.
Call of the Crow
CH1: Dying Light This land is unkind. Amongst the ragged chunks of slate, the sand and salted earth choke the grass and trees until the ground is bare. Sheer and giant rocks form naked and steep mountains, sharp edges keen to tear skin and break bone of ill-fated climbers. Ocean winds rage unencumbered across a desolate landscape.
Moulded by Many Loving Hands
How do I write an open letter to a single hero, when my life has been filled with many? To my dad: Your absence was keenly felt when my siblings and I were taken from you. Our mother took us to a strange new house with a cold and unforgiving man. I cried when I thought of you alone, and I cried when I thought of us without you. Small as we were, we had to make ourselves into almost nothing to be safe in a place where children were a burden.
Return of the Night Owl
His son is an idiot. This is not the first time - and he’s certain it won’t be the last - that this thought has crossed his mind. The body is sprawled out between them across plastic linoleum, mouth agape, eyes wide and empty. Blood soaks through the cheap shirt, crimson drops glisten on the police badge: dead, very dead. Which is very bad.
The End of the World
The predator stays low in the long and yellowed grass, buffalo hide weighing on his back. He watches the herd of lazy lumbering beasts ahead, stocky and graceless, belying their true speed and stamina. Their heavy hooves stamp the ground with crushing strength, drooping eyes scanning the grassy plains beneath long-horned protrusions; one-to-one, they would make quick work of him.