Like Clockwork_Tongues wagging over Freggy_'Night-time Cinema.'_New Year, Same Old Year
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Like Clockwork
The pitiful chimes of a fifty-two year old grandfather clock rang out in a small studio flat. Two large windows allowed spotlights to stream in from the sleepy town outside, bouncing off of various mirrors and glasses scattered around the dusty space. If you were to follow these paths of light, you would find yourself privy to the few signs of a sole occupant. A pair of trousers were strewn over the back of a chair, which has been placed next to the sink for some unknown purpose. Perhaps it had something to do with the wet pieces of paper in various colours hung from a line across the ceiling....
Tongues wagging over Freggy
The jacaranda trees were blooming with their purple flowers, and the University of Queensland campus was bustling with students. Lea had just moved into a multicultural college, known as International House, and there was already a knock on the door of her room, which was on the second floor of G-Tower. She turned around but continued getting out jeans and personal belongings from her 20-kilogram brown suitcase that still had a Qantas etiquette. There was another knock, followed by another one."Hi, I'm Chen. Would you like to join us at tonight's youth fellowship?"Six hours later, Chen came to...
'Night-time Cinema.'
Gwen Stefani preens from the stereo of Avery's car. There are fields on either side and a stretch of mountain far off; the moon is dark like a century egg. Avery, sat in the driver's seat, bobs her head to the latest pop idols on the radio. Her hands grapple the steering wheel, blonde hair pitching like a disco in the wind, arms tan and bare to the shoulder.A Tiffany and Co sweetheart chain glitters on her neck and a yellow tank constricts her chest. She smiles through cherry lips, shouting over the ruckus."Where did they say the movie was?" Her hand loosens to snatch up last night's happy mea...
New Year, Same Old Year
New Year's Eve and the more things changed the more they stayed the same.Clive sighed. It wasn't so much a sigh of frustration as much as it was one of resignation. He knew the closing of the year would be much the same as it was every year - the same old faces with the same old forced jollity, the determined good nature of people who for 364 days of the year at best tolerated and at worst actively despised one another, the obligatory countdown to midnight followed by thirty seconds or so of incessant screeching and yelling of good wishes for the new year. Clive shook his head ruefully at what...