WTF?: Weird Games For Halloween
Hi, and welcome back to Silver Linings where I spotlight the maligned, the forgotten, and even stuff that leaves people scratching their heads.
'Karate Kid 3' - Can a Villain Save a Movie?
Hi, and welcome back to Second Chances where the maligned, forgotten & ignored fight another round. Those who've kept up with my work on Vocal know that I absolutely love The Karate Kid from 1984. It would be my favorite movie of all time if the original RoboCop didn't exist. I've also been a huge fan of the Netflix series Cobra Kai since the time it debuted on YouTube. I even mentioned that I actually enjoyed the remake with Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan, though it should've been called The Kung Fu Kid for the sake of accuracy. However, I haven't talked much about the sequel films aside from deriding the absolutely awful The Next Karate Kid last Christmas. Time to rectify that.
'Jumpin' Jack Flash' - Is It Still a Gas, Gas, Gas?
Hi, and welcome back to Second Chances where the maligned, forgotten, and ignored are always online and never need a code key.
This piece is a bit different from the short fiction I had written before. I am going to describe a dream that I had a few nights ago in as much detail as I can remember. Before I do so, I feel some real-world context is required. I normally do not talk about my personal life, but I feel it necessary in this case to establish what brought up this dream. See, I have been fighting mental exhaustion for the past month. My significant other Ally (whom I have mentioned multiple times in the past) had to leave her job, partly due to mental burnout and partly to care for her ailing mother. (No, it is not COVID.) With that lost income, I have been scrambling to keep the house's finances in control. Fortunately, we are breaking even but only just. I have been trying to find new sources of income since then, but my desperation had increased as the reserve savings decreased. Ally kept trying to tell me that things will work themselves out, but my conscious mind did not want to process that. I guess my unconscious mind had to take over one night...
“Dammit!” Victor slammed his head against the keys on his typewriter, breathing heavily. He looked up to see a jumbled mess of letters on the otherwise clean sheet of paper. Groaning with irritation, he got up out of the chair to which he confined himself for the past two hours and stepped out the front door.
Claudia sat on the ugly couch in her parents' equally ugly living room while her father looked over her report card. She didn't have to ask his opinion; she could tell from his furrowed brow and widening frown.
“This way!” Derek clasped his girlfriend Greta's arm so hard as they ran that she thought he might pull it out of its socket. The wind was blowing at their backs so hard that they were practically flying.
Early on, Craig only had his big sister Sara. The plague claimed their parents not long after Craig's third birthday. Apparently, their immune systems were too weak to fight it off, but their kids could. Sara was twelve years older and very practical. She brought Craig to some friends who also survived, and they worked together to build their own “family”. Though she stayed focused on finding the essentials like food and first-aid supplies, Sara did grab a jewelry box from their former home and gave the adornments away to everyone in the family. Craig took a large heart-shaped locket simply because it was the biggest. Sara didn't dissuade him from taking it, even giving him a picture of her to put into it, but she did warn him to keep it hidden under his shirt as it would be too tempting for thieves.