How brilliant that I was, and am so close to Milton’s genius. I could never settle for (god forbid) a second edition. I will never forget the feeling of elation, of shock, of ecstasy, at taking the book.
Browsing: Creative
The candle flame flickers in a languid dance. Its golden tongue licks across my wall, dimming as the wick sinks in the melted pool.
I was lingering amidst the skeins of light that fold and shatter between the buildings on George and Pitt. Standing…
A painted banner stating ‘RELEASE THE EDITORS’ was found on the Law Library steps.
I still love to drink Ribena out of a wine glass.
The final instalment of Honi’s own serialised novel ‘Jacob Elordi comes to Sydney’, read the first two chapters online!
the day begins, when the cloud blurs the sun,
brushing off blonde rays from my braids, coloured an ocean,
“Oh, yeah, I remember the monkey,” he said. “I hated that thing. It was always screaming.”
Be it sending funny Instagram reels at 2am or supporting each other when needed, hopefully our group chat will always be our port of call.
It is best to return to the classroom, and resume your show of order and rationality. Pretend you do not hear the rhythmic pounding of fists through the wall, as if something is communicating directly with you.
