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Every morning the 33 year old man would awake to the awful sound of his alarm clock at approximately 7.00am. It was the start of the new working week. Monday morning and he was feeling un-energetic as never before. He had enough time to go downstairs, poor himself a cup of coffee, flick on the early morning news and comb his hair. 7.45am came and it was time for him to leave. He packed his things and off he went to the local bus stop. He arrived at the bus stop and the bus timetable read ‘no operating bus’s at this time’. He sighed ‘ah late again, god damn bus’s’ so he pulled out his iPhone 6 and opened the Uber app. However when he tried to contact an Uber the app also read ‘no operating Ubers at this time’. He thought to himself ‘what on earth is going on’. He lifted his head and took a look at his surroundings and noticed not a single person was in the vicinity of his area, and he came to realise that he hadn’t notice a single vehicle drive past.

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The Young Dream                                                       Each night the young man left the safety and comfort of his warm wooden house and ventured through the bold and dark streets on to go to his boxing training. Summer had closed in. He had begged his parents for years to let him box, but after so long they remained stubborn and blunt. After so many years he had no choice but to go behind their backs. The only way he could do this without been seen was after everyone had dozed off into their expressive dreams. Every day he had made the trip through the alleys to reach his boxing arena, but tonight he could sense something wasn’t right. The persistent summer heat kept meant that mosquitoes were everywhere, normally biting the young boxer many times throughout his trip. Today there were no mosquito’s to be found, nothing but the stale smell of the days leftovers scattered on the cold concrete footpath. Despite his concerns he had made it to the Arena safely, meeting his trainer at the arena for his late night session. The young man aspired to be a great boxer and after years of training he was trained and physically prepared. The only problem was that he had never had a fight before, he could feel the fire burning in his heart, it was time to take boxing into hostile territory and prove his worth. He was only 17 and could not yet fight without parental permission. The young man tightened and clenched his hands tightly when he remembered this. There was nothing he could do, but accept defeat and continue training. The next night, the young boxer had the same eerie feeling as last night, as he walked to the back streets of Detroit. The young man was freaked and frantically took a new route to the arena. On his way he came across a large building with lots of people hovering around, he had never seen this place before. The building was old and almost falling apart, but the inside seemed brand new and renovated. 

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The Young Dream                                                       Each night the young man left the safety and comfort of his warm wooden house and ventured through the bold and dark streets on to go to his boxing training. Summer had closed in. He had begged his parents for years to let him box, but after so long they remained stubborn and blunt. After so many years he had no choice but to go behind their backs. The only way he could do this without been seen was after everyone had dozed off into their expressive dreams. Every day he had made the trip through the alleys to reach his boxing arena, but tonight he could sense something wasn’t right. The persistent summer heat kept meant that mosquitoes were everywhere, normally biting the young boxer many times throughout his trip. Today there were no mosquito’s to be found, nothing but the stale smell of the days leftovers scattered on the cold concrete footpath. Despite his concerns he had made it to the Arena safely, meeting his trainer at the arena for his late night session. The young man aspired to be a great boxer and after years of training he was trained and physically prepared. The only problem was that he had never had a fight before, he could feel the fire burning in his heart, it was time to take boxing into hostile territory and prove his worth. He was only 17 and could not yet fight without parental permission. The young man tightened and clenched his hands tightly when he remembered this. There was nothing he could do, but accept defeat and continue training. The next night, the young boxer had the same eerie feeling as last night, as he walked to the back streets of Detroit. The young man was freaked and frantically took a new route to the arena. On his way he came across a large building with lots of people hovering around, he had never seen this place before. The building was old and almost falling apart, but the inside seemed brand new and renovated. 

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A grey town, grey fields, a grey house, a grey weathered man. Gets up, sanders downstairs, lethargic, takes his pills and sits down in his wheelchair, he watches the snow fall and thinks of a better time, “dong”, “dong” the old grandfather clock strikes, then he sleeps.
The nurse wheels him back upstairs and into his room and he repeats the process day in and day out  ‘dong”, “dong”.

This day the old man can hear the chattering of people in his kitchen the shouting, the smashing, and the door, slamming, “dong” “dong”

He doesn’t know these people, but they know him, “Percy, PERCY, PERCIVAL PLEASE”.
“Dong” “dong”

A grey town, grey fields, a grey house, a grey weathered man. Doesn’t get up, doesn’t sander downstairs, lethargically doesn’t takes his pills and doesn’t sit down in his wheelchair, he doesn’t watch the snow fall and he doesn’t think of a better time, and the old grandfather clock doesn’t ring, and he sleeps.

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Each day after school, he would take his dog for a long walk around the small town he lived in. He would try and explore a different part of the town each time he walked. The town was isolated and in the middle of nowhere. The young boy and his dog were as inseparable as two thieves and almost did everything together. The boy had little to no friends at school and always daydreamed in class rather than doing his schoolwork. The boy came home one day to find that the house was empty and the front gate had been opened. He searched the yard for his best friend but the dog was nowhere to be found.

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It was a cold, crisp winter morning and the young man left his wife and German Sheppard asleep and drove half an hour to the steam locomotive factory. The sound of metal being bashed tormented him every single time he walked into the factory. He was always the first employee to arrive and the last one to leave. The factory was old and the glass in the celling was broken. Every morning the boss came in at 9:00am and would check the machinery and oil the rail wheels. The boss left every day at 12:01pm. There was a sharp scrapping sound coming from one of the old machines that used to connect the piston into the cylinder, in order for the steam engine to operate. The sound slowly faded out. He was the only person in the factory when the sound occurred. It happened again, only this time the machine was roaring and the smell of burning oil filled the air. The machined sounded like a vicious lion roaring. The man approached the machine with caution, the sound was blasting through his ears, blood was bleeding out of his ear drums.

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A Days Work

His feet were cold, as were his hands but he kept his head down and mouth closed for there was no one to complain to. He gazed up at the sky above and was greeted with little more than dark clouds, there was no sun this day. He however, did not moan or complain, he knew that did little good.

To his left he saw a mirrored image of his right, to his right he saw a mirrored image of his left. There were new faces that walked past each day, however few ever walked past him twice, but he had become accustomed to his onetime greetings for there was little time emotion and attachment.

The world was dull to him, but not only because he could no longer hear after the blasts. When he saw the others shouting and could feel the ground shudder in thuds akin to hitting piece of concrete with a rubber mallet he would move with the rest of the bodies into various shallow holes cut into the walls.

Little faith was held with the holes by anyone, for if an accurate hit was achieved from all those miles away they would still evaporate into nothing. Yet, every one of the bodies young and old still crammed themselves in amongst the deep mud and rats that inhabited the cut outs whilst they were not in use.

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HIV IS BADSherrill should’ve kept her mouth shut. It was completely private information. Now the whole family knows that Michelle has HIV. Not only does Sherrill look differently at her but despise her of what she has become. Sherrill gave birth to Michelle 17 years ago and is now 7 months pregnant with her new one and now crying herself to sleep because she is scared that her newborn might throw his/her life away just like Michelle. Michelle knew that she had done something wrong, but she didn’t know whether her mum knew where she got it from, Sherrill assumes that she caught it from hanging around the males too often but little does she know that it is form abusing drugs. Is it the right time to tell the rest of the family? Get it all out at once? Michelle doesn’t know whether to rip the Band-Aid off quickly off to take it off slowly. Maybe she’s over thinking it, HIV is HIV. Michelle walks into the kitchen ready to tell her mum how she came across the infection but as she walks over to her. There are cuts all over her. Bruises on her stomach Michelle is the reason why Sherrill has tried to end her unborn baby’s life.

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HIV IS BADSherrill should’ve kept her mouth shut. It was completely private information. Now the whole family knows that Michelle has HIV. Not only does Sherrill look differently at her but despise her of what she has become. Sherrill gave birth to Michelle 17 years ago and is now 7 months pregnant with her new one and now crying herself to sleep because she is scared that her newborn might throw his/her life away just like Michelle. Michelle knew that she had done something wrong, but she didn’t know whether her mum knew where she got it from, Sherrill assumes that she caught it from hanging around the males too often but little does she know that it is form abusing drugs. Is it the right time to tell the rest of the family? Get it all out at once? Michelle doesn’t know whether to rip the Band-Aid off quickly off to take it off slowly. Maybe she’s over thinking it, HIV is HIV. Michelle walks into the kitchen ready to tell her mum how she came across the infection but as she walks over to her. There are cuts all over her. Bruises on her stomach Michelle is the reason why Sherrill has tried to end her unborn baby’s life.

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Jess woke up and looked over to Jason and saw that he’s not there. She jumped up and hears yelling from outside so she ran though the hall and down the stairs and out of the castle to find the army, lining up and getting ready for war. As she looked around for Jason, she could see fear in hundreds men’s eyes; seeing them saying good bye to their loved ones brought butterflies to her stomach. She kept walking along the grassy field, going past the military tents, seeing the men loading their gun. She runs towards the front line and finds Jason. He’s sharpening his knife and packing his equipment, getting ready to head to the jungles of Africa. Jess could seethat he was brave, determined, and ready to fight. It made her feel ambivalent and sick.

Jess looked around her. The feeling of fear all over the place was haunting her, seeing men staring into the distance readying themselves for the atrocities ahead. Their breathing continued to quicken as their eyes darted around, as if they were priming themselves for war and the possibility that anything, could come from anywhere at any time .

Rain started pouring down and the wind picked up, making the air cold as ice. Men vomiting and moaning as they prepared themselves for the war ahead.A loud whistle just when off, and the general shouts out ten minutes till we get on the helicopters.

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Tim constantly wandered around the city. He would always be aimlessly sightseeing and admiring the different buildings that the city had to offer. The different cultures of people and different multicultural restaurants intrigued Tim, making him want to see and know more about the city. Whilst strolling into a rock climbing building in the heart of the city, Tim was in awe of how high the walls were that people could climb, convincing him to pay for 2 hours’ worth of rock climbing. Whilst climbing up the somewhat stable artificial rocks, he started to remember his fear of heights, being in such awe as he saw the rock climbing walls lead him astray from his true senses of fearing heights. Eager to go back down to the ground as soon as possible, Tim shouted at the top of his lungs, not caring at all about how odd he looked, in the hope that someone would cater to him as soon as possible. Thankfully, a young woman came to assist Tim, he was instantly distracted by her good looks and nearly let go of his grapple which would have caused him to fall down to what could have been his death. He kept his cool and tried to act fly, telling her that he was actually feeling ‘ok’ in the hope to impress her. Later on, the higher up that he got on the wall, the more afraid he was of dropping down, and also not impressing the young woman. Once he hit the 4 story mark, he gave up, didn’t care whatsoever about what people thought, and repeated the same process that he was in just a while before he met the young girl. Happily walking outside, he saw the young woman packing her bags and didn’t know what to do. He took his mind off her and walked into the nearest building, which happened to be another rock climbing facility. Although with this place, once you walk in, you devote yourself to an hour straight of climbing up while being watched by a crowd. Today wasn’t Tim’s day, and after his negative encounters of rock climbing and mixed feelings towards the young woman, he promised himself to never enter a building again no matter how nice it looked, and he continued to happily stroll around the city as he usually did.

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He woke early and drove down the dust track and across the creek bed. Crows groaned at his arrival, guarding unseen boundary lines. It was early but the sun was already hot. Yesterday, he had re-fenced around a half a kilometer at the forested edge of the paddock, alone. Today he would look to complete about the same. Each day had a kind of rhythm to it now; the beat of his mattock the pounding of his crow bar, the flies and his sweat served up a kind of numb acceptance. He couldn’t hear the river but he knew where it was. It was a comfort of sorts.

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It was a blistering summer’s day in Dallas, Texas. Heck it was always bloody hot in Dallas, the man of the house had many things to get done before his son’s high school football game. He was on a tight schedule and would only just get to his sons game on time. Beads of sweat ran down his face like they were competing for a gold medal. After he had rounded up the cows on his farm which had taken way too long and too much effort, he then had to go pick up his daughter who had just finished work at the local market. He was drowsy, he thought that it was just because he had been working all day. The man had gotten out of his car and as soon as he did he saw a man running off with a purse, he pursued the much younger and healthier man for half a mile and this was too much for his 55 year old body, the man dropped to the ground as motionless as a ragdoll and could not get up. He woke up only for a couple minutes and still drowsy laying in a hospital bed as the doctors then informed him that he had suffered from a stroke and was unable to move and were uncertain about a full scale recovery.

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Every day after work it would happen. She would start yelling, abusing her husband and contemplating everything. It came to his attention that she may have had a hard day at work or he may have done it again. The relationship was at a standstill, due to the constant inconvenience cause by both parties. She would get home from work, become depressed and let out all her anger onto him. The husband didn’t know what to do but he would always think that he had let her down once again. He would always cheat behind her back and would get anxiety in case she caught him. The constant nagging everyday would scare him at first, but would realize the tension which his wife would face every day.

The day had arrived were he would tell his miserably depressed wife that he has been cheating on her. The words slipped out of his mouth “I have been cheating on you”. To his surprise, she smiled, laughed and said “same”.

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25th of December 2016,
Mick Ross driving with his family to his parent’s house. The raw smell of the ham filled the car also with the smell of unchanged nappies. 3 kids sitting in the back of the 1989 Holden vl turbo that had more dints then a then an abandoned house. As Mick drove into the driveway of his parent’s broad meadows home he smells the pork crackling. As mick walks in he’s followed by his two daughters and son, his wife is bringing in the leg Ham. Mick hugs his mum with joy and firmly shakes his dad’s hand.

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He laughed. Not sure why, but he laughed. With his grin on his face, no one would make eye contact with him. Seen as creepy, scary or even crazy. No one understood him, even he himself said it, it was like a puzzle with 10 missing pieces, and only thing is the whole puzzle would be 10 pieces.  He cried a lot, people asked questions. He smiled a lot, people asked more questions. He stayed quite, everyone asked questions.