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I don’t think we have the right words in English. No, sorry. Let me start over. Personally, I don’t think we have the right words in English. That’s better. Mum says that I should practise using words like personally because it’s all just a bit more diplomatic that way; I’m owning my opinion, she says, so if someone disagrees, I am setting myself up to argue for what I believe in. What I personally believe in. […]
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In this creative piece, Aisling Halverson takes us through an experience all too common, and the fear and shock that follows.
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Trigger warning. This piece discusses sensitive topics including domestic violence, self-harm, substance abuse, and mental health. Information on finding support can be found at the bottom of this page. I see you. You’ve tried to hide from me – and I understand, I would too – but now, finally: I see you. I see all […]
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There was blood on the carpet. It was just another door, out of the countless I had knocked on that morning. Reciting “hello ma’am can I trouble you for some spare change, we’re raising money at school for cancer.” If you raised over $50 you got a voucher for the school canteen, and I was already over half way there. […]
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The rain had already washed the place clean by the time Simmons arrived, and the clean-up crew were hard at work scrubbing away the rest. But the scent of blood still haunted the alley, whispering tragedy with every breath.
Joseph Kindermann takes us on a us journey in his murder mystery, Blood in the ring. Read it on Curieux now.
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We don’t speak as we both get dressed. Closing the gate behind him I let out a sigh of relief, it was done and I wouldn’t have to see him again this month.
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There once was a time that was normal
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With an Agatha Christie vibe and a set in space twist… Welcome to the Wayfarer.
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A sea of sand dissolves into the horizon; a red landscape against an equally red sky, angry with the sun. The heat from the ground creates illusions; a promise of water leading fools to their death. There is no relief, no water or welcoming shade. The heat sucks the moisture from everything, causing skin to […]
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I slide the crisp-white earphones into my ears and walk steadily down the wet, muddy path. My head lowered, I stare at a busy screen, yet my eyes don’t notice the convolution of words that’s being lit up. I’m too focused on walking. Too focused on arriving at my destination, one I’m still not familiar […]
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