Tag Archives: cold

Five-Hundred Word Challenge 457: Back From Melbourne

Well, I have returned to the ugly city that is known as Sydney. I guess that that is a little unfair, but Sydney isn’t exactly the best of cities. Melbourne was fun, as it usually is. There was some stuff … Continue reading

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Just Something that is

If I remember correctly, it’s been a long time since I’ve cycled “early” in the morning during winter. Actually, now that I think about it, my last cycling during winter mornings might have been a lot more recent than I … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 432: Cold Mornings

Cold mornings, cold days, cold weather, cold experience, morning walk, warm brick, doing stuff, meeting stuff, needing stuff, stuffing stuff, things and so on and so forth and tearing off at a speed more acceptable than slow. The land stretches … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 428: Complaining About Being Ill

OH, how I feel rancid on this very morning of the requiring of the work. Well, I don’t feel as bad as I did last night and I’m pretty sure I’ve passed the peak of this annoying cold, but still, … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 411: Cold Morning Beckons

A cold morning beckons the thawing and the gnashing of the old hands which are moving as quickly as they can, making busy work of their surroundings as well as possible whilst also feeling the encroaching chill reach out and … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 409: Houses, Hills, Roads, Cars

There is a little bit of dew on the window that leads to the outside world outside of this attic, and it is a little bit cold, and I am sitting here trying to do something, but not really, for … Continue reading

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To Mount Dingo: A Night at Mobbs Swamp

DISCLAMER: The following text contains drug use. If this is something you are averse to, then it may be best to not read this section and skip to the next one. —– I pulled out the joint, lit it, took … Continue reading

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