Carissa Sato
Bio
I love to write realistic fiction. Everything is always based on reality anyway.
Stories (6/0)
The Court System
Preface: This article has been written as part of a Graduate course which required a thought provoking question.Before reading this analysis of the courtrooms and the carrying out of punishments, it would be prudent to read Michel Foucault's Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison pages 1-31 (citation can be found at the bottom of this article).
By Carissa Sato2 years ago in Humans
Chapter 1
Maybe, they are cries for help. All the jokes I make about killing myself. I guess, if I pay attention, others react awkwardly to my morbid humor, but no one has ever inquired about my mental health or state. Can warning signs be subconscious? Suicide is not a joke. My head understands, but the words keep bubbling up my throat and out of my mouth. For heaven's sake, I have even known people who struggle with depression, and others who have followed through with their plans of leaving this world.
By Carissa Sato2 years ago in Fiction
The Electric Star Shortage
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But last night, while sitting in a hanging chair outside, soaking up the last dregs of the cool autumn air, I heard, amidst the stillness, a microscopic screech which seemed to reverberate from the darkest corner of the night sky directly to me. In response to the sound similar to a lightbulb scraping the metal of the socket, I turned my eyes scouring the star flecked sky when a dot barely within sight succumbed to the blackness around it. I rubbed my eyes and squinted until my head hurt, but the white pinprick never returned.
By Carissa Sato2 years ago in Fiction
How to Fall Down the Black Hole of Streaming Services
Though streaming services have created algorithms to match us with shows and movies we might enjoy, there exists a fairy, whose recommendations never fail (unlike the streaming services). The 98% match is not always a match Netflix..., but thank you for trying.
By Carissa Sato3 years ago in Geeks
The Teacher
Hair thrown in a messy bun to disguise the shine of grease, Ms. Sato shuffled into her classroom. Dumping her backpack, binders and cloth grocery bag she exhaled, exhausted. If energy had existed within her body, she would have laughed at the overwhelming feeling of exasperation and isolation.
By Carissa Sato3 years ago in Education
