Hey guys, as some of you know, I'm shipping out to townsville to study med next year. JCU is a really epic place, and I was thinking of doing vlogs so I can show you around and stuff. WHat do you guys reckon? I think it will be a lot more interesting than reading text, pictures and video are fun :D Leave a comment below!
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
A work by my friend Marcus Little(big)wood
Hey everyone, if you're still there. I know it's been a while since my last post, but don't be despaired! I have returned, and what better way to do so with someone else's work XD Well regardless, my friend Marcus wanted to share with the world his piece of writing. I don't think it has a title, but it is in response to the prompt "it is in a relationship we find ourselves". Enjoy guys!
Untitled- Marcus Littlewood.
The girls sat on the oval while the boys trained for the next Aths meet. The fresh mown grass was in neat, concentric piles close to the jocks that gathered near the maintenance shed. Men, like lines of ants, donned white and red, cutting past the green backgrounds of the forest that lay behind the grounds. They ran as ants climbing the great mountain that separated the school from the green fields of the sports grounds. They sprinted and leapt along the damp ground as they sped along to keep up with their mates, tight bonds holding the team together but no real individuality is shown. At the tree line, a tight group of friends sat, well out of earshot from the rest of the ‘popular kids’.
“You guys up to anything on the weekend?”
“Just work, got a few tests next week. You up to much Jack?” The scrappy figure enquired.
“Same old, same old.”
Jack and his best mate Tom continued on like this most days, mostly ignorant to the other three in their circle. They just carried on with the same old trivial crap lest they were given the seemingly rare chance to speak of heavier matters on the mind.
Placid conversation broken by the same harsh bell that rung for the same twenty seconds. End of lunch, same subjects as last week, same old teachers spewing the same old crap. Between the lecture up the front of the room and his friend Tom, Jack struggled to stay focused, most days were like this. After the usual struggle through class, the same bell went and school was done for the day: the snapping sound of locks, coupled with the hectic slams of lockers as students rushed out of school. Tom waited for Jack as packed his bag for the weekend. As they left for home, they crossed over the hill and moved through to the forest lying behind the school. It was the best shortcut for them to get home fast. As they entered the forest, Jack turned around to see the diaphanous streams of water vapour, leading the black anvil of the cold front towards the dark and seemingly endless forest. As they walked they spoke “I’m just tired of it all I guess, same routine day in, day out.”
“That’s the way you’re gonna get through it Jack.”
“I know but it doesn’t make me feel better about anything else. I just wanna be something different. I wanna be someone.”
“But what can you do? Look at the aths captain, he isn’t any different from you or me; he just stepped up to the plate. Like the guy before him and the guy before him. It’s nothing we can’t do.”
“It’s the school Tom, it’s the system, it’s just all crap… I think... I think we’re lost.”
Jack wasn’t wrong. The friends came upon a clearing unfamiliar to them both. They looked for a way through the thick undergrowth but no path was clear; even in turning back to see where they came from the track seemed obscured and patchy.
“What now then?”
“Let’s just take a break here for a while then find our way back to school.”
They sat in on the sweet smelling soil in the middle of the slightly uncanny clearing. The leaves on surrounding bushes were calm as the high sun played and flickered through the canopy onto the soft ground. Their peaceful silence was broken. “You ever felt that you wouldn’t really be anyone?”
“I think I know what you mean.”
“You know how much you mean to me don’t you Jack?”
“You’re my best friend man...”
“I know, but, I just wouldn’t be anyone without you.” Tom said whilst his head fell.
“Hey, mate... I’m here for you, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just wondering though, who would we be if we weren’t mates?”
“We would be as we are now, stuck with nowhere to go but back to the start. Like your first day of school, you were just sitting, alone... We wouldn’t be anybody.”
“Yeah, we best head off. Mum’s gonna be pissed if I’m late Jack.”
Moving back up through the forest, they both moved with a slight bounce to each step. The understanding between them allowed for a comfortable silence as they walked together. The path along to school became obvious and easy to follow, each step a crunch over fallen pine needles. The two neared the edge of the school. “Tom, can you wait for me here...”
Jack moved ahead, he didn’t catch his mate’s response, nor did it really matter. He collapsed to the same oval, the school day long passed. With light fading, the sky deep red, he felt the caressing earth scream at him. But he roars, while rising, in exaltation at the internal conflicts won and beautiful truth realised. Standing on the oval, centre of his world, indifferent to it as it is to him.
So if you liked it, tell me and I'll tell Marcus what you think of it :) I promise to blog more often and soon! With pictures maybe! :D I'm excited! Are you?
Untitled- Marcus Littlewood.
The girls sat on the oval while the boys trained for the next Aths meet. The fresh mown grass was in neat, concentric piles close to the jocks that gathered near the maintenance shed. Men, like lines of ants, donned white and red, cutting past the green backgrounds of the forest that lay behind the grounds. They ran as ants climbing the great mountain that separated the school from the green fields of the sports grounds. They sprinted and leapt along the damp ground as they sped along to keep up with their mates, tight bonds holding the team together but no real individuality is shown. At the tree line, a tight group of friends sat, well out of earshot from the rest of the ‘popular kids’.
“You guys up to anything on the weekend?”
“Just work, got a few tests next week. You up to much Jack?” The scrappy figure enquired.
“Same old, same old.”
Jack and his best mate Tom continued on like this most days, mostly ignorant to the other three in their circle. They just carried on with the same old trivial crap lest they were given the seemingly rare chance to speak of heavier matters on the mind.
Placid conversation broken by the same harsh bell that rung for the same twenty seconds. End of lunch, same subjects as last week, same old teachers spewing the same old crap. Between the lecture up the front of the room and his friend Tom, Jack struggled to stay focused, most days were like this. After the usual struggle through class, the same bell went and school was done for the day: the snapping sound of locks, coupled with the hectic slams of lockers as students rushed out of school. Tom waited for Jack as packed his bag for the weekend. As they left for home, they crossed over the hill and moved through to the forest lying behind the school. It was the best shortcut for them to get home fast. As they entered the forest, Jack turned around to see the diaphanous streams of water vapour, leading the black anvil of the cold front towards the dark and seemingly endless forest. As they walked they spoke “I’m just tired of it all I guess, same routine day in, day out.”
“That’s the way you’re gonna get through it Jack.”
“I know but it doesn’t make me feel better about anything else. I just wanna be something different. I wanna be someone.”
“But what can you do? Look at the aths captain, he isn’t any different from you or me; he just stepped up to the plate. Like the guy before him and the guy before him. It’s nothing we can’t do.”
“It’s the school Tom, it’s the system, it’s just all crap… I think... I think we’re lost.”
Jack wasn’t wrong. The friends came upon a clearing unfamiliar to them both. They looked for a way through the thick undergrowth but no path was clear; even in turning back to see where they came from the track seemed obscured and patchy.
“What now then?”
“Let’s just take a break here for a while then find our way back to school.”
They sat in on the sweet smelling soil in the middle of the slightly uncanny clearing. The leaves on surrounding bushes were calm as the high sun played and flickered through the canopy onto the soft ground. Their peaceful silence was broken. “You ever felt that you wouldn’t really be anyone?”
“I think I know what you mean.”
“You know how much you mean to me don’t you Jack?”
“You’re my best friend man...”
“I know, but, I just wouldn’t be anyone without you.” Tom said whilst his head fell.
“Hey, mate... I’m here for you, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just wondering though, who would we be if we weren’t mates?”
“We would be as we are now, stuck with nowhere to go but back to the start. Like your first day of school, you were just sitting, alone... We wouldn’t be anybody.”
“Yeah, we best head off. Mum’s gonna be pissed if I’m late Jack.”
Moving back up through the forest, they both moved with a slight bounce to each step. The understanding between them allowed for a comfortable silence as they walked together. The path along to school became obvious and easy to follow, each step a crunch over fallen pine needles. The two neared the edge of the school. “Tom, can you wait for me here...”
Jack moved ahead, he didn’t catch his mate’s response, nor did it really matter. He collapsed to the same oval, the school day long passed. With light fading, the sky deep red, he felt the caressing earth scream at him. But he roars, while rising, in exaltation at the internal conflicts won and beautiful truth realised. Standing on the oval, centre of his world, indifferent to it as it is to him.
So if you liked it, tell me and I'll tell Marcus what you think of it :) I promise to blog more often and soon! With pictures maybe! :D I'm excited! Are you?
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