Two hundred words on writers foreseeing calamity ::

Writers have in the last century been sounding rods for threats inherent to human progress. Huxley for the implications of standardising life. Orwell for the reality-altering potential of controlling information. Plath and Kesey for the repercussions of medical and surgical interference with the psyche. Vonnegut for the inability of the mind to cope with industrialised … Continue reading Two hundred words on writers foreseeing calamity ::

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One hundred words on activism ::

A friend of his was in the quadrangle holding down a recently adopted dog and beating it, for what he never discovered. He was in university at the time. He’d just stepped out of the shower. Towel around his waist, he had walked to the window of his third-floor dormitory. He ran out of his … Continue reading One hundred words on activism ::

One hundred words on a village community’s relationship with water ::

In the northern foothills of the Alborz mountains, bordering the Caspian Sea, a small village community once existed. It thrived temporarily on the artificial water systems provided to it by a government that lasted not all that long, water pumped from the great dams that watered Tehran on the southern slopes of the mountains, water … Continue reading One hundred words on a village community’s relationship with water ::

My weird fish (aka my first ever zine) ::

This scanned, uploaded zine would not have existed without Safdar Ahmed, an inspiring, emotive man who ran a workshop at the 2014 National Young Writers' Festival in Newcastle, NSW, Australia. I made it in the second hour of the two-hour session using this technique, which Safdar taught us, and its unselfconsciousness (a quality my writing usually … Continue reading My weird fish (aka my first ever zine) ::

Two hundred words on a shot that rang out ::

A shot rang out. Blanks, thought Detective Hunt, the thought proving to him twice over in a single instant that he was still alive. First in the realisation's presence in his mind. His mind was still equipping itself for business. Second in the fact within the realisation. The blanks Espinosa had subbed into Griggs' gun had rendered … Continue reading Two hundred words on a shot that rang out ::

One hundred words on the natural inclination of children towards cruelty ::

Every desk in the classroom had a microphone that relayed sound to the teacher’s hearing aid. But the hearing aid was unreliable. Its sensitivity fluctuated. Her students knew this. On days she turned her head to hear them they knew it was weak. She was weak. They would start mouthing words to each other like … Continue reading One hundred words on the natural inclination of children towards cruelty ::

One hundred words on the link between Alzheimer’s and masturbation ::

Challenge yourself, said the Professor. He was a short man with fierce, beady eyes. An enormous beard sprung from his face. It made him seem powerful. Don’t go trawling around on websites, he said. Bring reality to life in your mind. Think of the way things felt. His eyebrows flared upwards. Think of the lighting. Think … Continue reading One hundred words on the link between Alzheimer’s and masturbation ::

One hundred words on imagination and autobiography ::

To write autobiographically is to confess a lack of imagination. That or the writer is no writer, just someone possessed of the notion that their story deserves telling. That is the first school of thought. The other says that to retreat into one’s imagination in anything other than an allegorical fashion is to confess one’s … Continue reading One hundred words on imagination and autobiography ::