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Peter Drake: A Familiar Face of Australian Television’s Golden Era
During the 1970s and 1980s, Australian television entered a new and distinctive phase. The long shadow of imported British and American programming began to lift, making room for a wave of local drama that reflected Australian voices, landscapes, and sensibilities. Among the actors who helped define this period was Peter Drake, a performer whose screen presence became familiar to viewers of hit series such as Cop Shop, Hunter, and Neighbours.
By Retired Teacher from Haydon Bridge School, Northumberland2 months ago in Fiction
JETT THE DRAXXION
There was once a weak boy named Jett, who was often insulted because of his skinny and fragile body. His classmates mocked and bullied him constantly. Although the anger built up inside him, Jett didn’t know how to respond. He endured the humiliation silently but always wished that one day, if he ever gained power, he would make those who tormented him regret their actions.
By ikechukwu michael2 months ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
A Message Written in Moon Dust
Dr. Aris Thorne was a geologist, a woman of rock and reason. The first human mission to the lunar farside was her life's work. As her lander settled into the dust of the Mendeleev Basin, a place of eternal Earth-shadow, her heart beat with a purely scientific thrill. She was here to read the moon's oldest stories, written in stone.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
Moonlight Over the Broken Village
The war had ended, but the silence it left behind was a different kind of weapon. The village of Oakhaven was a skeleton of its former self. Houses were scorched shells, the old stone bridge lay in the river like a broken spine, and the hearts of the people were as shattered as the windows they once looked through.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Beyond Time
The night was quiet when Ethan Cole stood before the old grandfather clock. Its brass pendulum swung with a rhythm too perfect, too alive. He had inherited it from his great-grandfather, a man who had vanished mysteriously in 1893. For years, Ethan thought it was just a family legend. But tonight, something in the air felt different. The clock’s hands spun backward faster and faster until they stopped exactly at twelve midnight. A faint hum filled the room, the floor trembled, and without warning, the world folded like paper.
By Emma Fischer3 months ago in Fiction
