The Unvarnished Truth_The Totara Tree_Positioning the Donkey_Leatherback Leila
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The Unvarnished Truth
The traffic outside was loud! Marcus didn’t want to get up yet. His head was throbbing, it felt like the rhythmic beat of a machine gun. He knew he shouldn’t have stayed out late last night celebrating with friends. Now the 26 year old activist is what his dad calls “Paying The Bill”! It isn’t a bill he wants to pay right now. He looks at the clock through blurred eyes, it is 10:30 am. Too dam early, but he needs to get up and pull it together. So out of bed and on to the tread mill, a trick he learned playing baseball in high school , exercise will get the adrenaline flowing and clear the co...
The Totara Tree
The Totara Tree. By Sara LeeThe tree stood at the end of a long drive and was said to be over a 100 years old. It shadowed a crumbling, broken home, rusty iron flapping in the strong winds that came irregularly, but viciously. It was almost 20 metres high and it’s trunk was well over a metre and a half wide. Its limbs stretched over the roof of the abandoned house, seeming to protect and nurture it. Michael and Suzy stood below it, looking up into its thick canopy; a few of the bright red, berry like cones visible amongst the needle-like leaves. Suzy stripped pieces of the flaky bark, running...
Positioning the Donkey
The market’s bustle could be heard just beyond the hill."Come, son. Just a little furwww.onedoor.ccther until we reach the bakery. Then we’ll go home and feast," said Juha, gesturing to the busy path before him.Juha was standing beside a donkey, and his son was riding on it.As they made their way down the path, villagers began to eye them with contempt.“Looks like Juha couldn’t raise his boy the right way. What a disgrace! Riding on the donkey while his poor old father has to walk beside him? To shame with that boy!” shouted a woman, covering her young daughter’s eyes from the sight.Juha’s cheeks began to r...
Leatherback Leila
I hate these walls. They’re so plain. So plain, so white, but so loud. So loud. They glare at me every hour of every day and I hate it. I hate it so much.I’ve only lived here for maybe two weeks, but it feels like it’s been months. Years, even. Years inside these stark, barren walls. I can’t take it. I swear on my life that they inch towards me. They want to suffocate me.I wish I had one of those cool Pinterest rooms, with the cool lights and the cool bedsheets and the cool posters, instead of the industrial, way-too-bright white lights, the dingy, baby-blue mattress, and these god awful walls...