Amor Fati
by Elyse Harrison Previous episodes 'Whoa,’ Clara muttered. A sharp ache pulsed behind her eyes. Her vision swam, flecks of black dancing across her gaze. She pressed her fingers to her temples and took several deep breaths, waiting for the dizziness to subside. Gradually, the world settled back into
Amor Fati
by Elyse Harrison Previous episodes That was the last time she saw James. That was, until today. As far as Clara was aware, after he had left her at the tree, he had hopped on his motorbike and simply rode away. ‘How is this possible?!’ Clara stared at the wedding
Elyse Harrison
Since I was a boy, I was always fascinated with the weather. I remember playing cricket in the street after school on a hot summer’s afternoon, then suddenly feeling the relief of the cool change wash over me. The ants would scuttle frantically about, seeking shelter before the downpour.
Amor Fati
Thirteen years ago… The dance had not quite concluded when James guided Clara outside into the school grounds. She glanced up into the clear night sky, sparkles sprinkled across its surface. For a moment, she admired its infiniteness and how it witnessed the lives of individuals all around the world.
Amor Fati
By Elyse Harrison ‘Okay,’ Clara sighed, letting a breath escape from her chest. ‘No use in re-living the past,’ she whispered to herself. Feeling the need to distract herself, she wandered aimlessly around the house. Finally, she mustered the courage to enter her mother’s bedroom. A large, wooden
Elyse Harrison
By Elyse Harrison Previous Episodes It was nearing the end of the school year, on a Friday evening, that the final year formal came around. The examination period was over and the air around the schoolyard held a sense of finality and hinted at the conclusion of an era. Clara
Elyse Harrison
by Elyse Harrison Previous Episodes Clara smiled to herself, trying to match the one that James had given her that day. It contained so much hope, trust and life; things that she hadn't witnessed in a long time. She walked into the kitchen and tossed her backpack and
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by Elyse Harrison Previous episodes Fifteen years ago… Knock, knock, knock. From her bedroom, Clara could hear the faint sound of knuckles tapping on the front door. Her mother’s soft footsteps padded their way down the hallway and the door opened with a familiar creak. A male’s voice,
Poets' Palace
Bittersweet Nectar by Abbey Maffescioni Summer never ended, when I couldn't tie my shoelaces and my parents had to carry me across blistering asphalt. Summer never ended, when I couldn't reach the hanging nectarines that blushed and teased, my Nan would pluck the juiciest ones. My
Elyse Harrison
By Elyse Harrison Sunny days make me blue, For these are now days without you. The grape vines are in full bloom, But they remind me of how you left all too soon. I hold on tight to the memories, fearful they will slip away. But I have to let
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by Elyse Harrison ‘The flowers look beautiful, Mum,’ Clara smiled fondly, her head tilted downward, looking at her mother’s headstone. The sun rose slowly behind her, coating the sky in a rich pink and yellow light. She could feel the warm strokes of the sun’s rays on her