The Reading Room
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By Isabel Chalmers The bus engine strains in the heat, pleading with Charlie to stop driving. He doesn’t. The gravel under the tires crackles, tiny explosions of stone and old stories being agitated, bringing life back to the road. A cloud of red forms as the bus goes, as if the water-starved earth is breathing…
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By Isabel Chalmers I had done this before; we had done it for years. It wasn’t unfamiliar and I was well aware of the risks. Still, this wasn’t how the trip was supposed to be, and for some reason, I thought it would help. I was torn between two minds, but going alone at that…
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Glints of viridian scales dance in front of my eyes, stealing my attention from my homework that sits in front of me. The twenty-litre tank sits on the left-hand side of my desk, the water filter bubbling away, low and even, conversing with the fish about my procrastination. With sparks of vermillion, the small school…
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Time to breakdown my most recent reads with all of you! Arguably I believe this will be one of my favourite segments of this blog. I’ll be discussing what I did and did not enjoy about each but I usually don’t finish books that I find uninteresting, sue me. This is also not a college…
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This is an online portfolio that displays my written work on topics of interest as a journalism student. This collection reflects my developing practice as a storyteller focusing on human connection, personal creative works and pieces that explore culture, history, media and more. My creativity is seen through both my personal projects and my journalism.…
Isabel's Online Journal 