TheWhiteHawke

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Writing exercise: Layers by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Writing exercise: Layers

Charlotte thinks she's so amazing. She leaves each day early, and doesn't get home until almost 10, every night. I bet she sees herself as some sort of lovechild between Mother Teresa and Batman- living a normal life of uni by day, but when the sun falls, she's off feeding the homeless, running kids programs, or volunteering somewhere or other. She's Mum's favourite you know! Ever since she came along and shoved me from the spotlight, she hasn't moved. She comes home exhausted, but even then she doesn't say a word of out place. She doesn't snap at me, even when i needle her as much as I know how. Sometimes I think that mum met an angel and

Clockwork by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Clockwork

Alan will wake up at 6:58, two minutes before his alarm clock does. He'll shower for eight minutes, get dressed in four and take two minutes to have all his medication. He'll spend nine minutes having breakfast, seven reading the paper and one brushing his teeth. Then he'll leave the front door just before the long hand reaches the six. He'll arrive at his therapist at 8:02 and park in his spot next to the red Mazda, the spot with the sign 'reserved for Alan- signed Tanya' painted lovingly on the brick wall above it. He will spend two minutes talking to Tanya in the waiting room then have 45 minutes of therapy. Then he'll arrive at work at 9:

where my mind wanders by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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where my mind wanders

Alex rushed home from school every afternoon. He didn't normally run, because his blue schoolbag jumped up and down with every step he took, and once his lunchbox had fallen out, and now it had a little crack in the side, and if mum put a frozen bottle inside, a little bit of water would come out of the crack and wet his bag. So he normally just walked. He was a fast walker, because he was almost a head taller than everyone else in his class, so his legs were longer. Sometimes he rode his bike to school, which had been a present for his birthday, and on those days, he pedaled as fast as he could to get home, because his bag didn't

Romantic story no.2 by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Romantic story no.2

Andrew wiped the film of swear from his row as he shovelled a load of coal into the gaping jaws of the furnace. With it he tried to wipe away the monotony of his job, his overwhelming sense of fatigue and the feeling emptiness his life was causing him. He had a beautiful wife and two angelic daughters, yet still he didn’t feel complete. He had been told that being the engine-hand of a steam-train was not a glamorous job at the best of times, with the London-Liverpool run being no exception. The constant smell of coal-smoke surrounded him, he was always confined to a small cabin several times the temperature of the outside air, and spent

Fate vs Chance by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Fate vs Chance

The layer of smoke that billowed above the city was tainted blood red by the glow of a thousand fires, and it was by this glow that Terathoul ran. Since he had removed his helmet two streets back, the acrid smell of burning oil tore at his nostrils, threatening to end his eternal retreat from the beasts that pursued him. He ran in a straight line, leaping onto the bonnets of cars and down again with a single-minded determination. He chanced a glance over his shoulder as he approached what one had been a multi-lane highway, which was now a showroom of abandoned vehicles, some with their headlights still on. The creatures, half man, half beast,

Datamancer excerpt by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Datamancer excerpt

The paint was slowly flaking off the walls, revealing the bare bricks beneath, illuminated by the dull glow of a computer screen. The overpowering silence was only broken by the sharp clicks of a mouse , the clatter of keys every now and then and the dull whir of the computer sitting on the simple steel desk. One. Two. Three. Four. Five… The person sitting at the disk counted silently, fingers fluttering over the keys, eyes glued to the monitor. …Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten… He stole a glance over his shoulder, and seeing that he was still alone, locked in his cell, he minimized the screen on which was ‘working’

The Honeymoon by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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The Honeymoon

The sun had almost set behind the treetops of the forest when they came to a clearing not far from the road on which their horse had been injured. In the clearing stood a large manor, with smoke billowing airily from one of the several chimneys that protruded from its tiled roof. Grady embraced his wife Andrea reassuringly as their guide Alistair, recommended to them by Andrea's brother in law, approached the lone building and knocked on the pair of large double doors. Almost instantly the door swung open, and a large man dressed in fine clothes greeted them. “Sorry to bother you fine sir, but the horse pulling our carriage has been i

Aquilus of the Storm by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Aquilus of the Storm

Aquilus of the Storm I escaped. I am sitting in the rain, unsure of where to go, but I escaped. I escaped the hands of the doctor, the halls of the dungeon that has been my home for 17 years. Even after his death, his death by my hands, his name fills my bones with ice. Ironic, considering that in the end it was his bones that were filled with ice. Literally. 'Dr. Pravus'. But I must start at the start, if I can bear to return. Until today, I had never seen the sun, never inhaled a breath of fresh air- I was confined to 'Du Castrum' as an involuntary guest, trapped in my sterile cell, a dungeon of silver and white, a castle of lists and pro

Silence by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Silence

The symphony of silence sent me slowly to slumber, the welcome relief restoring my soul, my sanity, my very self. I slept, soaring through the serenity, the stillness of my skull. It hasn't always been this way- before my thoughts were tortured by the tenacious tyranny of terror, constantly towering over me, casting it's shadow over the entirety of my life. Men in white coats, with white smiles and white skin. White walls. White lights. White floors. White ceilings. But not white hearts. Their hearts were darker than the cell that they threw me in when they were finished pulling me apart and putting me back together again. And a

Rain by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Rain

It's raining. The night sky is crying because it sees sorrow, sorrow sitting against a brick wall, letting the rain soak through its entire being, not caring. It sees me. I don't care if I get wet, I don't care if I die... I feel so broken. Does my life have to go on like this? Will I spend the rest of my days running, running from those I know will hurt me? Or make me hurt. Can I do anything to make them stop? Make them leave me alone? No. I'm not alive to them. I'm not human. I'm just a tool. Money in someone's pocket. A medal on someone's chest. A gun on someone's waist. I'm just a shell, a shadow of the real thing. Kraven sat agai

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Writing exercise: Layers by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Clockwork by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Clockwork

Romantic story no.2 by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Romantic story no.2

Fate vs Chance by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Fate vs Chance

Datamancer excerpt by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Datamancer excerpt

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The Honeymoon

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Aquilus of the Storm

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Silence

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Rain

Kraven's head by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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Kraven's head

There are holes. Lots of holes. Holes that can perhaps be filled with the memories of others. I might have memories of others in my head- I can't remember them, why should they be mine? Why should I have to bear them? It isn't fair. None of it is. Why me? Why should I have to be the one to bear this wretched existence? This life that is only a shell, a shadow of the real thing? How can I expect to live in this world if the only history I have- the only memories that fill my Godforsaken skull are recollections of needles and scalpels, of sterile white rooms and repetitive tests? How can I love someone if they don't have anyone real to l

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A fool's hope -part 1- by TheWhiteHawke, literature

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A fool's hope -part 1-

Even several hours after the sun had dropped behind the high city wall, and darkness had descended on the city, the main square was still alive with chatter and the aroma of honey cakes, drifting from small stalls. Tonight was a special night- several of the king’s most trusted generals were present here in Janderouth- the most northern city of the southern kingdom- a mere seven leagues from the border. “Tomorrow, we strike!” shouted Arthaeus- the king’s second in command, and the highest-ranking general in the nation. “Soon, the scum from the north will be all but gone- no more of these petty skirmishes, for tomorr

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TheWhiteHawke

About TheWhiteHawke

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Aug 15
Australia
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Sydney Australia
Favourite genre of music: rock/punk
Favourite photographer: Stuart Clark (not the cricketer :-P)
Shell of choice: what is a shell?

Favourite Movies

Anchorman or Ace Ventura

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Relient K

Favourite Writers

Christopher Paolini

Favourite Games

NWN series, Halo is good too

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC or PS3

Tools of the Trade

my sharp mind and my blunt keyboard

Other Interests

Gaming, Writing, Youth Group

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TheWhiteHawke

Mar 20, 2010

Like Odysseus to Ithaca, I have returned

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first of all, sorry for the title... just had to read Homer's Odyssey for uni :-P and second, I realise the excessive amount of irony in the title of this journal... considering my previous journal was called 'I'm baaak!', and was dated may the 15th 2008!! But this time it should be for real... This year i'm doing a bachelor of creative arts: Creative Writing at UOW, (and a Bachelor of Psychology, as a double degree, but that wouldn't interest you that much, considering that this' an art site :-P) As such, i'm going to be doing alot of writing, and what better way to share my writing, both with my classmates and the wider world, than here

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TheWhiteHawke

May 15, 2008

I'm baaak!

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hello all, Just updating here to tell you all that I'm back, that all my exams are over and I will have (a little) more time to write, and as such post more things here on DA. I also just posted a two part little story thing... have a read and ignore all the typos plz! lol ah... it's good to be back :P

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TheWhiteHawke

Apr 17, 2008

Sorry :-(

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Hey guys, sorry i've been so lax lately, it's just that I have been super busy studying for my school exams and preparing for this  mission trip we are going to Moree... man, crunch time is approaching :-D tonight we (Impact, our youth group) go to this awsumness thing... (like convention, except that sounds too official and like old people :P) called KYCK, and then on sunday, we drive (in a bus!) for hours until we come to a little backwards town called Moree (no offense if you are from Moree- 'it's an expression' :P) and running a kids club for four days, which should be awesomeness. and an update on my technical situation. I bought a n

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alooper21

Nov 23, 2008

feedback/constructive criticism.

uh..??

you asked for these in your signature, i guess, so there you go

Thankyou muchly

hi ben
please post more of one of your stories, im running out of thigs to read.

Also Double~o~Nothing, i think you misread the post, i posted the link not him, he isnt even a member of the forum, he keeps telling me to get people to read his story so i did, i said that in the post (on a completely different website, for the benefit of other people reading this)

Double-O-Nothing

Jul 14, 2008

Hello, I'm from AH forum! Followed your link and I'll check out your stuff as soon as I can.

TheWhiteHawke

Jul 25, 2008

um...what's the AH forum??