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M.I.A.Psychologists wanting to write papers on personality traits associated with order of birth should probably look to my family as a potential case study. Each child perfectly represents the stereotypical characteristics associated with sibling order. If asked, we could even provide a photograph to be indented into the midst of those many thousands of words:

There we are in the backyard, arranged in height order. Penelope is squinting down the camera lense, mouth half open, asking my mother if she knows how to work 'that thing' and to be careful because we don't want yet another out-of-focus thumb in the album. The eldest. Sand-coloured ha

Emily Made Of WordsEmily's parents desperately wanted their house to be haunted. Every six months or so they would bring a clairvoyant through the building, pausing in each room for the man or woman to shut their eyes and fumble through the cosmos. They never discovered anything, and Emily's parents returned to the gourmet deli they ran together despondent, bitching about how much you should legitimately be allowed to charge for such a service.

They had Gothic eccentricities added to the house – a wrought-iron gate, gargoyles, balconies reached through tiny, barred windows and staircases which led to nowhere – all in the hope of attracting resident

New GirlI see my arrival at school that first day as a sort of montage, with a beautifully well-timed sound-track, either by Maurice Ravel or Captain Beefheart. Take your pick.

The faces of my classmates, almost alien in their shocked silence, flash past as the camera pans around the circle. Cut to a close-up showing the linen of my new dress rustling against my trembling knees. The images become syncopated, fighting against the rhythm of the music as the faces press closer. Curiosity, humour, horror, revulsion and fear fight for space of those childhood masks.

The bell rings. We enter the classroom as my mother leaves after her urgent, early

Flesh liesSky Henry's skin, being consumed by mosquitoes and my gaze, lit by the car's head lamps, I really should turn them off, don't want a flat, its a long walk back to town.

My fingers leave streaks of mud on her stomach and breasts. Fuck. My hands are shaking. The streaks quiver across her skin; a visible reminder of my cowardess.

Sky isn't shaking. Her fingers reach with confidence, breaching the gap between us. She begins to un-button my dress.

Out of order. I am cheating. Taking personal liberties with the narration. Just trying to quell your immediate assumption. I know it would be neater if I were another queer in a dress but I'm not. I

The magic of namingF       The power of names, eh?

In fairytales, you control a person when you know their true name.  Like Rumpelstiltskin.   Like how the wolf is no danger to Little Red as long as she addresses him as 'Mr Wolf' but the instant she incorrectly labels him 'Grandmama' you know she's in trouble.

Skip to the twentieth century.

'They say Aslan is on the move.  Some say he's already landed.'  And just his name is enough to show where on the Goodness Spectrum each of the four Pevensie children are sitting at that present moment.  Edmund shits himself.

Or there's

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Asleep beneath her branchesby ~Halohid

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One day a man wandered deep into the forest, fleeing his dull life and the ennui which his job in real estate produced in is soul. He fell asleep beneath the branch of the tree.

Part Two of the 'Forest Fairytale' series.

This is part One:

Part Three:

Actors are Veronica and Rory.

Shot at Shutter Class Studio, owned by the amazing and generous Jeff Paine.

~DancingOnAngels Jan 10, 2011

im in love with these!

~Halohid Jan 10, 2011

Thank you! I've posted the last of them now.

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~Halohid Jan 10, 2011

Right back at you!

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~Laitaliel Jan 8, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I love their poses! The tree looks like she's watching down on him with admiration and curiosity.

~Halohid Jan 10, 2011

Thank you! They did such a fantastic job, these two. There was actually another take of this image where I liked their faces even more but one bit of hair fell right across her nose in a really distracting way. I tried editing it out and it looked like she'd had a really bad nose job. Oops.

~Satanasko Jan 8, 2011

awesome lighting! a great set in overall

~Halohid Jan 10, 2011

Thank you! I love studios. I'll still swear by natural light (and I guess there is a nod to it with the light from the window to the right of the frame) but studio light is rather addictive.

*2Stupid2Duck Jan 8, 2011 Writer

Oh... say Hi to Jeff for me! (Wonder if he remembers me?). Anys, I like this one a lot.

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