Southerncross Stories

In the beginning, the Architect drew a line across the heavens. The North was built for duty; the South was built for the soul. They were never meant to meet. When a girl from the frozen North breaks the First Law to follow a magnetic pull toward the South, she isn't just boarding a plane, she's triggering a celestial collapse. But as the Peacock Star screams for attention and ancient stars prepare to explode, the real story isn't about a forbidden romance. It's about the strength of the one left standing when the promises shatter. This is a modern myth. Story Two of a Three Stories. The first being The Statues Wake up that I gave to someone who needed it, and The Purple Glen for all children and adults who have children inside them. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All Rights Reserved.

This is a poem I recently got published in this year's creative writing edition of the University of Adelaide's student journal 'On Dit'.