Angalee Fernando
Bio
"I'm an average nobody" - Henry Hill, and my heart
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Stories (38/0)
Let the Right One In.crtqe
HORROR FANS in for a myocardial test with this film adaptation of John Lindqvist’s novel. An anemic fable of vampiria set in the dark world of Kinder Bueno kids, LTROI handles bullying unforgivingly, the subject scored with apartmental gore and endearing romance.
By Angalee Fernando9 months ago in Critique
Ma Jolie
Marcie woke up underneath her living room fan that morning, the mumblings of dreams fading from sense and epiphany to iridescent ciphers with no denominator standards in reality. Vaguely the idea, the scene of her sleep, was of a man in a yellow suit walking with his hands in his pockets. He approached her, as she was writing down the oak details of her surroundings at a park in a little notepad. A kindergarten “starter imagination” notepad of sorts. Then it felt unreal because the tree the man crossed couldn’t exist, and as though her bitter glands were adamant that she knew him, he too was unfamiliar. The materiality and truth of it all extinguished like a droplet of water on hot pavement.
By Angalee Fernando11 months ago in Art
A 21 Year Old's Peak Skin Regimen
On my sixteenth birthday, I received a gift of these adorable TonyMoly sheet masks to add to my nonexistent beauty regimen. I adored the colorful lot - olive, tomato, honey, rice, pomegranate! - my face would absorb the whole grocery run in the following week. At the time, these sweet, serum sopping masks made me feel like a real dame.
By Angalee Fernando11 months ago in Blush
NICARAGUA
Atta girl. She regained consciousness, snapping out of complete null nighty like the nylon of the ballet tights she fell asleep in. Frantically she swiveled up on the couch to a seat begetting the day. Rise and shine - all the electronics were off and it was well into noon. She was in the middle of her TV room, looking out at an empty stipple neighborhood situated on an elbow of the state, home to desert and power plants. This Wednesday was lit aglow by an unsettling ochre weather outside.
By Angalee Fernando11 months ago in Art
The Zack Snyder Show: episode 1
When I turned 22, Zack Snyder returns. He looks like a blonde caveman, and had washed up from Flagland. Zack was my imaginary friend when I was little. I once broke national law by forging his signature on a permission slip to go to a farm in kindergarten. I was a lonely five year old, he the third parent. Once, he even sang me a special song. (He's the one who wrote "Kiss Me." Not Sixpence None The Richer.) Overall, he keeps one on track by protecting the Argentinian gang, helping duddy Irvine ITs, and pushing me towards my dreams.
By Angalee Fernando12 months ago in Fiction