50 Shades of Mt Druitt

What do you get when you mix drugs, a man named Fuckhead, and drama? A Denis Johnson story. Drama is a prominent and key aspect that appears in all of Johnson’s work. Johnson’s work demonstrates various uses of multiple techniques and ideas that young writers can understand and apply to their own work.

There are times in our lives in which certain events change a part of us, either emotionally, physically or mentally. In our own meaningful way, we have a storm like O’Conner, in which we go through an impactful change.

The first time I saw Mt. Rainier for myself, was last summer when my boyfriend and I drove to Washington. It was the most beautiful, peaceful looking mountain I have ever seen. However, underneath it's great beauty, it hides a deadly secret. Mt. Rainier is one of the most dangerous volcanoes that we have here in the United States. One of the reasons it is so dangerous is because of it's great beauty. People enjoy looking at it, and the area that surrounds it, so they have made their homes here. Mt Rainier is not the only volcano I am interested in, in fact this last summer I also went to Mt. St. Helens and Crater Lake. But it is the volcano I chose to research for this paper because it does have so much beauty and at the

The first recorded person in history to ascend Mt Druitt, an area in the relegated public squalor of Western Sydney, has also successfully reached the summit.

Night, with mum and dad huddled on either side of the kitchen table, scribbling on pads of paper, and dad punching in sums on the calculator with his clumsy, blunt fingers. Night, with long discussions in low voices that stopped if we into the room. Night, dad with a fresh beer at his elbow and an empty on the floor beside him, holding onto a flake of chocolate like a cigar, twirling the thing between his thumb and forefinger, crunching onto it and shards flying everywhere. Night, when Mum and Dad had sank what was left of the insurance money and all their savings into a little old town house and a car franchise, signing all the leases, contracts, papers. Night, when Dad was his own boss, answering to no one. And overnight, when the journey abruptly turned its direction. Down in town, a high speed railway station had emerged. But dad couldn’t go anywhere, he was trapped by the crossroads. Juggled a few part time jobs, handy work around town limping in pain. No more notions of independence. All he could do was try his best to make it work. And he did. We even did some paper runs with

There we are sitting in the movie theatre my hand down your pants touching your princess parts and you touching daddy's hard cock as the movie is ending we walk out and get in the car where we start making out and as things are about to get heated we pull into your driveway and we head upstairs to your bedroom where daddy then shuts the door and locks it so we don't get caught then daddy take your by the shoulders and forcing you against the wall kissing every inch of your body starting with your luscious lips then moving down to your neck licking and occasionally biting on it then I start moving down to your chest following a path to your breasts. I start sucking on your nipples occasionally biting as I can see your enjoyment I throw you on

My personal feelings don't matter I have to speak with Arthur and simply hope that our conversation doesn't end with both of us becoming covered in cuts and bruises. During my life I have seen many trends from cowboy hats to bell-bottoms come and go, and I have found that a tie, coat, trousers, vest, white undershirt, and black leather dress shoes never go out of style. Once I finish getting dressed I kiss Morgan goodbye and start walking over to our bedroom door. “I'll probably swing by your office later today, but until then goodbye madame mayor.” “Jason you know I hate it when you call me that.” “Oh, but you're so cut when you're angry.” “My beloved before you leave promise me two things.” “What do you ask of me Mrs. McCartney do you want me to climb the highest mountain and tell the gods how beautiful my wife is?” “No that’s not good enough how about I buy you the biggest diamond I can find or get the birds to sing a special song to you every morning?” “Do you always have to be such a smartass romantic?” “Ya.” “Now what were you going to say?” “Promise me you won't let Arthur piss you off, and remember we have to go and meet the Lawson family who have officially decided to move to Avalon Meadows.” “Well you know what they say nothing says this is a good place to raise your kids like a bloody nose and black eye.” “Jason promise me.” “I can promise you that I will remember to go speak to the Lawson family, but Arthur knows how to push my buttons if anyone can piss me off its him.” “I can accept that just make sure you protect that gorgeous face of

as deer got down to look at her ''cute'' face he said ''oh my god lova you look like a helpless kitten away from her mother, do you really think i would hurt you, ohh lova im only here to make you feel good im not trying to scare you i just want you to know how much i love you because to be honest in game relationships never turn out ok and you know what they say lova ''waiters get more then non waiters'' and lova oh how much love your gonna get from me im gonna make you very very horny to the point your gonna cum and i am gonna make you feel so good that your probably gonna go crazy from it and of course ill let you go home if you want to, because im not forceful i just know you've been madly in love with me for many years and i dont want you to feel like i dont love you back because lova ive been madly in love with you and i didnt want a relationship to break that from us because i love you so fucking deeply lova i never want you to leave me once im done with this. lova was in tears hearing deer and then deer started to rub her cheeck. lova got more butterflies in her stomache as deer did this she could tell how much she truly loved

We had been so bored finished half the baloney, and nearly finished our whole pack of weeds, Johnny had promised to pick up more supplies in a couple of days, I had felt sick, when a toe nudged me in the ribs,” Glory,” a familiar voice had said,” He looks different with his hair like that.” It was Dally, I rolled over, rubbed my eyes real sleepy like yawning, finally I blinked, I nearly blew Dally’s eardrums out when I yelled,” Hey, Dally!”He yelled back,” Hey Ponyboy,” he looked down at me,” or should I say sleeping beauty?” Ponyboy had thought he would never see or imagine the day when he would be so happy to see Dallas Winston, but that day had come. As excited as I was to see Dally I knew it only meant one thing, contact with the outside world everything had become real and very vital. I immediately abused what I just had recieved and asked,” How’s Sodapop? Are the fuzz after us?

Beatrix and I were asked to do some special decorating for the prince. Beatrix is a tremendous artist so I wasn't surprised when the Prince asked him for decoration help. But, when I was asked to help I was surprised because I have no artistic ability. After asking me for help, the prince then began flirting with me and I instantly knew he had a crush on me. That did not surprise me, there were very few tall blondes here in the abbey and I was definitely the most attractive one. So after we decorate our masks Beatrix and I plan on heading down to help with decorations. Little did he know, I planned on sneaking off and having an affair with the

After we ate at Dairy Queen , we rode up to the church. When we were riding up there I asked Dally if my parents were worried about me. Dally said “The boys are worried about you.” But I kept on asking him about my parents. Dally snapped at me and told me “ Blast it Johnny, what do they matter?Shoot, my old man don’t give a hung whether i’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in a gutter.” I looked at the dashboard with such hurt bewilderment. He told me that he wasn’t mad at me.He just doesn’t want me to get hurt. Sometime later we arrived at the church. As soon as we were closer to the church it was up in flames. Pony said “I bet we started it.” “We must have dropped a lighted cigarette or something.” There were some grown ups and kids near the church.

Priding himself on his uninterested nature, Dwayne takes upon the role of a “loner”. When asked by his uncle about his peer group, Dwayne simply replies that he hates everyone, including his own family. This act of rebellion is a direct response to his family’s dysfunctional tendencies including his stepfather’s crude remarks that are intended to motivate others. As part of his social self, he prefers to remain alone and unbothered.

Paul hushed him with a gentle kiss, never tiring of the sensation. He rid himself of his own pants, now as revealed as the other. Joseph took the fingers that were cupping his face into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each of the digits diligently. Paul let out a deep groan “My god Warren, one day I’m gonna have to put that mouth of yours to good use.” Joseph smirked around his fingers, running his tongue along the side of his middle finger. The fingers were pulled away and his mouth was busied with kissing along Paul’s neck. Paul pushed his legs out wider “You still wanna keep going?” He asked softly, because if they were going to do this, they both had to want it. Joseph nodded quickly “Oh god yes. You have no idea” And with that, Paul slid a finger in slowly, making sure to make it more pleasurable than painful. When Joseph was comfortable he added another finger, stretching him out slowly. Joseph arched his back, moaning at the unfamiliar sensation and trying to adjust to the odd feeling. Paul stroked the smaller man’s cock gently as he spread his fingers, Joseph rocking into his touch, so lost in the feeling, he almost didn’t notice the third finger slide in next to the others. Once he was open enough, Paul slicked himself up and pushed in slowly, rolling his hips. Warren clung to him, eyes clenched shut in pain and

The metaphor of the mountain means that all parts of life age and grow old. The cutting down of trees symbolize getting bald. The metaphor also means that you can retain your knowledge and wisdom when you get older. The mountain can still retain its beauty even though the trees were cut down.

But this isn’t about my love life – which is quite fortunate as there’s not much to celebrate. But I digress. And anyway, the night is still young [ turn to bridesmaids and