Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tree House

This is a story I wrote at uni and stuck to a tree.

There once was a girl who lived in a beautiful tree house. The tree house was so tall you couldn't see into the windows from the ground floor. The girl lived up in the tree for ages and ages and looked down at the ground where beautiful wild flowers grew. One day a boy walked past picking flowers and putting them in a basket. The girl looked down at him and watched him for hours, however once he had picked as many flowers as he could he started to walk away, she called out to him, but he couldn't hear her. She sat in the tree house and waited, he came back every day for a week, and every day she called him, but he couldn't hear her. She was heartbroken, so she cut her fingers off.

I changed the end of this story for my boyfriend and said that she made a ladder, from flowers stems and silk thread, that was so long it could almost reach the floor of the forest, and he came back the next day with a tall ladder, climbed up and rescued her and they ran away together and had 2.5 children and lived in a white washed weatherboard house.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

There once was a girl.

There once was a girl who lived all alone. She lived in an enchanted house in a room full of books and beautiful objects. She liked to read in bed with a little torch and smoke cigarettes under an umbrella in the garden when it rained. She liked to listen to old records and watch movies projected onto her bedroom wall. She didn't always live alone, she didn't choose to, but it was thrust upon her. It wasn't so bad, she had time to think. She felt that if she slept alot and did alot of art work the time would pass faster, she also knew that talking on the phone with her friends and having garden parties would make her feel happy. So she did these things and got through her days. So she counted down, one day at a time. Her favourite thing to do was learn when was happening on the other side of the world. He was on the other side of the world, 14487 km almost. He sent her post cards and messages and she read them and stuck them up on her pin up board along with all her photos and pictures on animals. It's not too long now.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


Our trip down south to Margret River to Edward's holiday house 'Amara'. All photos taken on Mike's camera.