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Leanne: The Fear of Monsters

My parents never took a keen interest in what I was reading. I think that to them, the fact that I was reading novels was good enough. So it was that I had a relatively free hand when it came to reading material, and a lot of the time, it ended up being whatever was…

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Drop by Drop

I’m a big fan of Japanese comics, known more widely as “manga”. I’ve been a fan since high school, when one of my friends introduced me to a series called Naruto. I’m sure many of you have heard of it. I’m also sure I just heard many of you groan. But it’s the series that…

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The Confidence Curse

I was talking with a friend the other day, when he mentioned, “Self-confidence is one of my weaker traits, despite all appearances.” And my first thought was–yes, I totally agree. It’s strange, really. I had a great childhood, a supportive family, and the best friends a girl could hope to have. There is no discernible…

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Professionalism

Writing. Something everyone can do, but something very few excel in. Now, before I get into the swing of things, there is a delineation I’d like to draw between people writing for fun, and people writing with the aim of becoming a professional. I would love it if everyone wrote for fun. It doesn’t matter…

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Of Giants and Men

You were a giant, once. Every step resonated through my world, every word tolled like the great bells of London. You were the sky I aspired to reach, the limits I aspired to challenge. The limits, my mind whispered, that I could never hope to surpass. For how does one swim better than a dolphin,…

This is What it Feels Like

This is What it Feels Like

This is what it’s like to be ‘strong’ and ‘confident’ and ‘capable’. I am in a runaway car hurtling down a road. The accelerator is stuck to the floor, and the brake is loose beneath my desperately pounding foot. My hands are tight around the steering wheel. It presses against my sweaty palms as I…

Changes

There are moments when you can see clearly that it’s the right time to move on. Open another window, start another phase in your life. I reached that point about two weeks ago, over drinks with a work friend in Melbourne. We were talking about our job and the end of the performance year where…

The Waiting

He sits in the old recliner, his body sinking into the cushions until it seems as much a part of the upholstery as the faded blue cloth. Spindly legs, legs that once raced about a tennis court and pedaled up steep hills, lie limply on the footrest. Arms which once wrestled the yoke of a…

One of the Cool Kids

When I was at school, I never wanted to be one of the cool kids. I simply didn’t care. I had my group of friends, and that was enough. We were the ones who hung out in the library or raced straight to the computer labs at lunch. We were the ones who did the…