Short Story - To Them These Streets Belong (2006)
Have you ever noticed that casinos don’t have windows? They are set up far inside buildings, circular constructions shielded from doors and natural light. Loud and bright, glaringly artificial and decadent. It’s a mouse trap designed to catch the human rats of self indulgence, fuelled either by greed or desire. You could die in here from starvation or exhaustion without ever knowing you’ve been at it for days. Viva Las Vegas indeed. If Liberace himself decorated it, it couldn’t be more overindulgent. Everything is so unbearably brass, the slot machines’ twinkle reflects off every available surface from the marble counter right up to the chandeliers. The gilded ceiling rests heavily upon a floor almost equally as heavy with the patrons’ smoke, or maybe it’s just my vision clouding up.
Prose - Free (2005)
My eyes gaze up to the heavens, as so many times before. So vast, unbridled, uncharted – Free. I don’t think I was made for the land – it doesn’t soothe me. It contains me. When the roaring ocean waves crash against rugged rocks, I’m at peace. When travelling through the blue sky, I rejoice. Because I’m free. It leaves me to my thoughts. Allows me to explore, to be independent and to breathe new air. My imagination can race unchecked amongst the clouds.
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Short Story - Hell or High Water (2007)
A kid was screaming somewhere. The cry echoed through the corridor, packed as the mall was, and cut into my mind. I hated screaming kids. Then again, I guess everyone did, even mothers. Lucy pulled impatiently at my sleeve and it took all my self control to not growl at her. Not that I had much. Self control, I mean. I had a nice little knack of always saying whatever came to mind. My mother said I was a slave to my impulses, something which made my cynicism all the more remarkable. Whatever. The point is, the last thing I wanted to be doing on a Saturday morning was make my way to one of those trippy hippy stores. Or rather, new age stores. Something like that. Lucy was really excited about it though but she refused to go alone. She was my best friend, what could I do?
Short Story - Wonder (2007)
Crack.
Vision jarred.
The horizon slumped dramatically to the left.
All pretence of being level and balanced was lost.
The worst of it was she swore she could still see the car when she glanced back, squinting as the engine continued to send out its own little smoke signals.
“Fuck.”
She glared down at the shoe, it’s heel dangling uselessly. Unfortunately inanimate objects seemed immune to the threat of a temper tantrum.
Script - Amped (Ep 1, 2007)
1 INT. ROOM
Mid shot of a dark room, it’s small, consisting of mainly a bed, a desk and a couch with minimal walking room, none of which is really visible as it is very messy - there are clothes, books and cds everywhere. The only light is a dull glow from behind the curtains.
Characterisation (exercise 2007)
In the final week of February, waning rays of sunshine seep into everything, determined to make the last few days of summer count. The glow baked everything left in its path, and people shun windows seeking relief from the assault. In this particular train carriage, it was no different. “Next station Turella.”
After Images (2007)
The result of my first foray into the world of New Media, the After Images project deals with a young woman’s move to San Fransico and it’s unforseen consquences in a non-linear manner. It uses polaroid photographs as the main thread, and paths diverge from there across the piece in order to present various perspectives. Created with Dreamweaver and Photoshop, it is best viewed in Firefox.
The piece is currently being hosted by UTS and can be viewed here.
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