The purpose of pottery is to mold clay into a form the creator likes best Shape with perfect poise Keep your form consistent Aesthetically pleasing, elegant, shown off as a perfectly crafted work of art Shatter the death-fodder that is imperfect vases or pots full of air pockets ‘unique’ and ‘ugly’ share allowance in your …
Mustering admirable courage, she faltered out of the lift and into the office. The doubts plagued her throughout her journey there. Was she good enough? Was it only luck that landed her in this job? Would it only be a matter of time before she had to go and find a new job? Her new …
Although I’m only beginning to understand their language, the native people seem to have a collective hatred to our kind, as if it’s almost a law of theirs they must follow. Everywhere I see those like us being excluded: In the supermarkets, in our jobs, even in our homes via the phone. ‘You alright mate?’ …
The metal tore at my skin, the wind whipped around my face, the clouds gathered in a dark ominous group above my head, I pushed forward through the remnants of the broken place I needed to find shelter, and soon, once the storm arrived I wouldn’t have much time. I strapped my bag with my …
A sudden gust of wind scattered a pile of ashes into the air, and they glided down to the ground with unfitting grace. I watched as one landed before my foot, and I toed it very lightly, leaving a grey powder behind. What has happened to this place? I thought. The buildings on either side …
The door to my office flings open and I tear my eyes away from my laptop. I had been working all night on this project. “Just a reminder Miss Carter that your meeting starts in ten minutes.” My assistant Maya, said. “Lead the way”, my heels clacked on the marble flooring, my head held high …
The tightness in my chest, the pounding in my head. This is how I felt every morning waking up thinking about going to the place I fear. The place I don’t belong. School is the place I have to go, the place that you have to just blend in and not be different. How am …
Age 3: Why were her clothes pink and tight? She liked blue Mum said “Dresses are for pretty girls” She wanted to play with cars Girls play with dolls Age 4: A boy was pulling her hair “You should play house with your friends” “Why is he mean to me?” she asks “He’s mean …
Waves, ravenous and wild, crashed and clashed mercilessly against the shore. As one rose, another swallowed it whole as if it were a starving merchant stranded in a desert without any water. They were practically salivating as they battled ruthlessly amongst each other but not like proud soldiers on a battlefield but as if they …
