Freya Hill

Stories

A Room Of One’s Own

He slipped silently into my tiny house without me noticing, as I dashed about preparing for work. We were each as surprised as the other to meet in my small lounge, yet he continued to do a tour of my abode. As happy as I was to be in the presence of such a handsome…

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The Meads Road Express

  The story goes that she fell for his homemade bread, he in turn her baking and that they left little notes in the baking tins of thanks and appreciation. That they were just fellow students and flatmates until it came time to move out and go home for the summer, and they realised a…

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Tūrangawaewae

I am keenly aware that I am monolingual.  At work, I sit between a Russian and Hungarian, and opposite two French-speaking men. A few desks down, the mother tongues include a range of Asian languages, Afrikaans and Albanian. with the Kiwis thrown in. My siblings each speak another European language, and  proud as I am…

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You Have Arrived

I missed her desperately. I missed the way we’d go places together, I missed her listening to me in the morning on the way to work, I missed the way she wouldn’t interrupt when I ranted about my day in the evening. I missed the way she didn’t judge me when I swore, a lot,…

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Office High: Class of 2013

It was the puppy that pushed me over the edge. I could handle the baby talk, phone calls to her husband and the step-by-step breakdown of how to bake a potato. I personally would have been too ashamed to say it out aloud, for fear that my co-workers would think me foolish for marrying someone…

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The Road To Ruapuke – 2012 In Review

We each agreed not to drown as help would be about a 10 minute sprint away and it would be frightfully unfair on the other one to have to face such physical exertion and emotional distress on such a lovely evening. We splashed about at a moderate pace and depth for a good few minutes,…

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Creative Compulsion

It was a quintessential Kiwi moment. We’d turned up at the gig venue in plenty of time, only to find ourselves in a very suburban little street, in front of a very relaxed looking old house with a path that wound down to an old wooden shed. Exchanging glances, we walked along the path. Once…

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DIY: For Recreational Use Only

Earlier this year I had a small life pause.  I had finished one life in Sydney and wasn’t sure quite where or when the next life would start, so I was at home with my parents for a ‘Winter of dis(content)’. On one hand it was great – lots of time to do things, little…

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Jurassic Park

I wasn’t sure if I was safer inside the vehicle or out, but I reasoned that at least if I was inside, they’d know where to start looking for my body if this all turned bad.  I got back inside, and the four of us drove over the cliff. I wasn’t sure what off road…

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Silas Marner – The Next Generation

  I read the novel Silas Marner when I was about 14, and I remember two things about it: there was an elderly male character, and that I didn’t really enjoy it. In fact, I trudged through it, page by page lamenting my lack of enjoyment until I finished it. Yet, in reading the entirety…

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