In 1915, trench warfare had begun and the Western Front was at a standstill.
I often can't be bothered getting up in the mornings - I never have anything to do.
The frost-encrusted grass crunched under hooves as I urged my meticulously groomed horse forward into a rhythmic canter.
You're supposed to be able to tell a lot about someone from the way they react to a rainy day or tangled Christmas tree lights.
It's not what we look like. It's who we are inside that matters.
In the morning of the equinox, when the sun rose and bathed the horror of what had happened in perfect pink light, I ran.
About 250 years ago, careful hands shovelled dirt over the rusty, metal capsule.
The calm before the storm. I am non-living, but my perspective is key.
Blood stained the snow as he pulled himself back up to his feet, wiping the last drops from the edge of his mouth before coughing again and continuing to trudge on.
Wear that feather in your hair
A day with no sport on the timetable leaves 14-year-old Phoebe Young feeling restless.
East Otago curling
The cold Autumn sunshine peered feebly through the soft wisps of cloud, lighting the milling crowd.
This painting is part of Lucy's Tyrell's year 13 portfolio for NCEA level 3.
At the corner of the dim, musty pub, the woman sits. She never drinks, never eats, just waits. She waits surrounded by her moth-eaten garments and the furs of long-passed animals draping her long-passed figure. There she waits every day.
At first everyone is excited about the journey to come, anxious to get out of the busy city and get some needed rest in Otematata.
The title for the John McGlashan year 10 exhibition in the grounds of Olveston, ''Invest'', references both the investment casting techniques employed in the production of the relief sculptures, the culture of coins and medallions and the investment made in the students' visual art education.
A poem inspired by Andy Mulligan's novel Trash.
I peered over the sheer escarpment.