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Melanie's Fall was a novella that I wrote when I was in highschool. I published it to the blockchain some time ago, and I haven't reread it in a very long time. It probably has some mistakes in there,

The Chesterfield is everywhere. It is found in the dark corners of cosy dive bars. It's in the window of the cafe, where elegant people sip on their bean juice. And recently, it has dominated my Facebook

This is a post about all the books I have read in 2025. Each time I publish a review on HIVE, I will add one to the counter :) Currently Reading: A Canticle for Liebowitz. Books Read: 16 Cixin Liu's Anthology,

Another week of rewards have been distributed to HIVE authors, and it is time to look, again, in depth at who and what got rewarded, based on word counts, post structure, images, and a number of other

This data is from 1 July, 2025 through to 22 July 2025. We all know that each HIVE application, or front end has a different user base, and different styles of posting that is typical of its users. For

TLDR: Realise fan is broken Call electrician expecting big bill Get kitchen chair and put into shower cubicle Break plastic shroud of old fan trying to elegantly get it off Undo 3 screws. Catch old fan

The closest, largest local shopping centre is in a low socio-economic area. There, in the air, in people's expressions, contrasted against the glitzy marketing of national chains and the glimmering gemstones

About a month ago, I wrote a post (literally - with my own two hands!) about participating in an Art Exhibition at the Gawler Community Gallery. That exhibition has now concluded, and the newest exhibition

How one lives also dictates how one dies. The cemetery is the proof. If you live poor, you die with nothing, and your grave is the eternal reminder of a small, anonymous plot, with barely a date and dirt.

Another week of rewards have been distributed to HIVE authors, and it is time to look, again, in depth at who and what got rewarded, based on word counts, post structure, images, and a number of other

All photographs are silent. As far as I know, light doesn't make a sound. Photographs, theoretically, could make sound, if you printed them on a substance, and used them to agitate the air, treating them

On 16 June, 2022, on some other social media, I posted the words: If my interests were expressed in Venn Diagrams you'd see an overlap of relating an interpretation of Florence and The Machine's song

I visited a building. It was once a place a worship. It was then a house. To many, it was a place of bonding, of belonging. To time, it was just another obstacle of order to be dismantled and fall into

Previously, I published some thoughts on the opening tale of Cixin Liu's anthology, Hold Up The Sky. Now that I've finished the whole thing, it is time to share some more thoughts about the remaining stories.

There was a university professor who lived. She lived until a young, inexperienced driver crashed into the car she happened to be within. Some sort of cataclysmic injury on the scale of the vital processes

For a very long time, I've wanted to write. From when I was a child, in fact. I have always written. I continue to write. Sometimes it is terrible, sometimes it is good, sometimes it is engaging, other

Winner announcement of the Friendlymoose Photocontest #FPC

Further analysis on Hive Posts and their rewards by a number of metrics.

Hear me read the story: Or Read it Yourself: It was Saturday. The dense row of oak trees was barely visible within the enormous greenhouse. Half a kilometre in diameter, the structure, glass and steel

If you want to do blockchain forensics, you'll quickly find out who suggested that me, in particular might have a good idea watching this film. With a title like Sightseers, I'm going in completely blind,