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Submitted to Contest #243
243 From the Wall.If you think that hanging on a wall and watching all those people doing stuff is a doddle, forget it. Inside, I feel just like one of those Dali clocks, bent over and slithering off the surface, falling asleep, except I can’t slither anywhere. But sitting on a wall is just boring. Same old, same old. I can make those people in my house go gaga though, if I want. I just slip my little hand along a bit and ‘My god,’ they say, ‘is that the time already? I’ll be sooo late!’ and they start rushing around, grabbing stuff and yell...
Submitted to Contest #242
Write about an art thief who isstruggling to commit the perfectheist. #242, Fine Art.The Hiroshige HeistDenise A. NisbetCreeping around the Royal Academy of Arts like the Pink Panther …dum dadum dadumdadumdadum …do you know what we did? We stayed and hid when the gallery closed and now we had the run of the whole place, even if it was pitch dark. We were after Hiroshige. Who? Hiroshige. We were in love with the Japanese woodcut artist; you know the bloke who did The Wave, and Sudden Shower over Ohashi Bridge. You don’t know about t...
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Reedsy Prompt 239. Travelling a road that has no end. This Eternal Journey Denise Nisbet So very well named, the title of my first book—This Eternal Journey. I was so inspired. Shining eyes, cheeks flushed, huge motivation, I sat that first day at my computer, the words falling from mind to page like a river in spate. I was writing my memoir with all the spiritual insights I’d gathered along the way. I lay awake at night forming new and perfect sentences, only to be forgotten by morning. Darn. Try not to do that. But those wonderfu...
Submitted to Contest #236
When Then Was Now Denise A Nisbet Our family’s baby looks at the world with big blue eyes. Fingers in mouth, she focuses on something we can’t see. Then she looks into my eyes and laughs uproariously. I laugh back at her and wonder what her world will become? Because no-one, fifty-odd years ago, could have dreamed of the world we live in now. When I was a bit older than our baby, my family moved to Toongabbie. The name comes from the Toogalal band of the Dharug peoples who lived there. It had good water and food for them, so of c...
Submitted to Contest #234
The White Plantation Dream The white pioneer episode in Papua was brief [and] will soon have disappeared completely … Hardly a structure will be left standing or an original planter’s name remembered. … Their white history will recede into memory…. And among living Australians too the ‘Papuan planter’ experience will soon be extinguished. These outcomes could not have been known in advance of course, however inevitable they seem now in retrospect (Lewis 1996)[1]. I made the adventurous move to live in the Territory of Papua New Guinea ...
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