Angie the Archivist 📚🪶
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Labrador‘s personality🐕🦺… attention span of a gnat! 🙃
Top Stories: Race Against Time; Elusive Parkrun; Painting Pandemonium
The Quandry; A Parade Of Shoes; Shadow of You; Her Majesty Mia
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Picturesque Picnic Point
Sunday, 31st March 2024: Picnic Point, Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. A luminescent moon perched atop the massive flagpole, gazing down through the predawn gloom. Forty-six metres above lush green parkland, the blue, red and white flag hung limply. Waiting. Ribbons of mist threaded through the trees crowded along the escarpment. A soft murmur of voices crept into the hush of early morning. A damp breeze gently brushed my cheek. Shoes scraped on a stone path and soon silenced. A voice quietly greeted those gathered.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶11 months ago in Journal
Cyclone Alfred
I’m the latest newsflash plastered across silver screens. Alfred! I’m sneaky! Aren’t we all? Every tropical cyclone’s mandate is to shake people out of complacency. I did that! Much more fun than visiting Far North Queensland. They expect us. They build their houses strong enough to keep us ‘Big Bad Wolves’ from blowing them over! In fact, they seem almost disappointed if we skip a year!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶12 months ago in Fiction
Can I whip it into shape?. Top Story - March 2025.
How hard could it be, to write an absurd story? After all, life is one constant struggle reigning in absurd behaviour and thinking. Strolling alongside the creek with my daughter and beloved dog, I shared my ‘brilliant’ story ideas. Then I hustled home to record them before they fell out of my sieve of a brain.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Critique
New friends.... Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
My 7:30 am alarm buzzes as I snatch up the keys to my ‘Blue Bug’. The roller door moans upwards as I hastily select a cheerful playlist to speed me across town. “Oh, for a quick trip to work.” Today’s delay crossing an endless chain of highway traffic, is mercifully brief. Blue Bug leaps out and seamlessly slots in between a tortoise and hare. “Off to a good start, for once.” Cruising up to the traffic lights I wish the trip could be varied instead of the same boring route until the end of time. Soon, the Turn Right Lane looms. Before I realise, we’re zipping off to the left. “No, No, No!” Too late! A sea of vibrant metal popcorn engulfs us — rushing this way and that — we pour with it, now heading west. Mind racing along with Blue Bug, I frantically strive for damage control whilst resigning myself to the bleak prospect of a late arrival.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Humor
W’Otter Day!
Sleep is rudely torn asunder… rent by the neighbourhood ‘Rooster Alarm clock’! As usual. Rascally rooster! I moan. Blearily, I peer at the electronic clock — squatting on my bed-head — beaming arctic numerals. My 5:00 am alarm erupts into a cacophony of sound. Blinking in bewilderment, I spy four ruby red roosters cavorting across the dark display, crowing chaotically! Frantically I fumble… desperate to silence this insane instrument of torment.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Humor
