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When she awoke, she felt broken. There was no door, and the jump from the window didn't look any more appealing, nor did the dragon look more comforting. Things were as they always were. Except worse. Because she knew different now. She knew what was out there, and what she was missing. How could she … Continue reading Part 10: She Wanted Different
The week was up, and still the boy didn't return. Worry became the girl's constant state. Where was he? Why hadn't he returned? Was he truly angry with her? Or was something else keeping him away? Well, nothing had kept him away before. So that last worry was quickly debunked. No, there could only be … Continue reading Part 9: An Attempt
The boy wanted nothing more than to return to the tower. He missed the girl and her dragon terribly, and nothing in his dull village ever compared to the magic of his new favourite place. But he couldn't return. Not right away. The girl had gone too far. All he did was try to suggest … Continue reading Part 8: A Dream Unravelled
The boy didn't return the next day. Nor the day after that. The girl woke up every morning, hoping he'd change his mind and would return sooner than a week. But every morning, she was disappointed. And every morning, her regret weighed more heavily than the night before. She'd finally made a friend, but she'd … Continue reading Part 7: Regret was a Tangible Thing
The girl never thought it would happen - her forever dream coming true. But it did. She made a friend. And then she was happy just to see him from afar, and speak with him as she'd never done with any human before. She was not ungrateful enough to keep wishing. But when he touched … Continue reading Part 6: A Dream Realised
The boy's plan was as simple as it was foolish, which was to say: very. "The dragon can pluck you out of the window with its tail!" he'd exclaimed. The girl had only rolled her eyes. As though she hadn't asked the dragon if it could fly her far away before. Besides, that wasn't the … Continue reading Part 5: A Half-Formed Thing
Every day of that week, the boy journeyed to the tower. The first few times, he felt a little lost, that the feeling in his belly was leading him astray. But he always ended up at the tower, smiling up at the girl. And, as the days passed, he found he could find the tower … Continue reading Part 4: Blurred Days
In that same far away land, long ago, there lived a boy with his mother. His father had died many moons before but left his mother and him a sum of money large enough to keep them comfortable. And, with the money his mother made from her art pieces beloved all over the village, the … Continue reading Part 2: The Boy
I walked to the lake today. The sun had barely risen, and the world was quiet. Unmoving. I saw you in every parked car I passed. Turning the volume down to a respectable level. Both hands tight on the steering wheel, in the 10-2 formation our mother taught us, that I never listened to, that … Continue reading Some Things Never Change
A few years ago, I did some time as a casual childcare educator. Wait that sounds like I went to prison. No, no. I graduated from a GD in Early Childhood Education, and before I worked as a kindergarten teacher, I worked in different childcare centres around Melbourne. Most nights, I’d get a text about … Continue reading “You’re Fired.”
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