Creative Writing
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What is Beautiful Writing?
Beautiful writing is writing which strives towards an intrinsic truth which is, in one instant, both surprising and familiar. Which delights and enlightens. The kind of writing which responds to some kind of heartbeat – a rhythm which punctuates the passage of daily life, both apart from and a part of the everyday. A parallel life lived through words that exist as tangible objects – beautiful curios that entice and invite. Beautiful writing transcends the everyday into the realm of the sacred. Don’t waste a word for every word is special and resonant – profound in its pronunciation. Each word a stained glass window, colouring the sunlight and illuminating the…
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The Meaning of Life (as lived by the gulls)
The gulls are circling, swooping, calling. They are spiralling upon the updrafts of air that are whipped up by the wind bouncing off the white crested tips of waves. These gulls dance with the light. They play with the rays of the sun. This one lifting a wing that turns its plumage pink. This one facing the sun, transforming into a silhouette sliver. These gulls spend their days outside, open to the elements, the bands of weather that sweep in from the west and break, like the tides, upon the far shore. These gulls are special. Special because they know that the meaning of life is to live it one…
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Flying Lessons
The Swans Something draws me to the window and I stand there, gazing out at the bluegray horizon where the water meets the sky. I am only standing there a few moments when four swans, the wide span of their wings, the long lines of their outstretched necks, fly noiselessly only a few feet from where I stand. My breath catches in wonder, and my skin tingles. They fly on to the smallest of the three lochs on the wasteland in front of my apartment, spiralling in towards the water, before gracefully settling upon its surface. The ripples cast across the calm waters smooths almost instantly, and there they are:…
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Introducing Aphrodite
It is said that when the sea birthed Aphrodite from its blue depths, even the waves bowed their foamy heads to her exquisite beauty. She rose up through the roiling waters, the sea-salt spray, full-formed and radiant. Her pearlescent skin shone as sunbeams danced across her unparalleled loveliness, and her long blonde hair swirled around the perfection of her naked body. She was carried across the surface of the ocean, held aloft upon an enormous scallop shell, accompanied by two dolphins as she approached the shore. We, of course, were waiting for her. We are the Graces, and if ever there was a goddess deserving of our attention, it was…
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Introducing Hera
After my marriage, my life became a soap opera. All of a sudden a day wouldn’t pass without an instance of betrayal, an act of vengeance, a murder attempt or even the occasional transfiguration. And while this is an undeniable part of my story, it is not the whole story. Not by a long shot… I still remember what it was like – to be trapped in the darkness, squashed and cramped. I had no knowledge of a time before the darkness. For me, for all of us, this was what life was. Every now and again another would join us and we would all have to adjust to make…