I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
It was Monday again. Amy wondered if she should even continue going to Mrs. Faye's manor. She felt like she had intruded too much in her burning curiosity to uncover information. After all, these weren't her stories to tell, they were Mrs. Faye's to be told or not be told. She'd learned that lesson in college when she aspired to interview Paulette Nils, a Black transgender woman who managed to escape a Sovereign reeducation camp. The email Amy received had been respectful but firm in its refusal.
By CD Turner2 months ago in Fiction
(An excerpt from The Daily Scroll, an online newspaper, an article posted by Ebriam Scott on March 3rd, 2045.) CRESTWELL INDICTMENTS READ AT TRIBUNAL
I didn't want to believe The rumors, The gossip, The accusations, The controversy. / You were once a shining beacon That was dimming
By CD Turner2 months ago in Poets
The Faye Estate was a blur under the torrential downpour. Amy Hartwell was ever so glad she had the sunroof of her Magnus GM fixed. It was wild, wishful thinking - a sunroof in countryside England? Even from the decades of erratic climate change, the UK was always remarkably wet and chilly.
You kept me in a box filled with Bible verses, Each telling me my life ain't mine... That I belong to a man who would promise me heaven
By CD Turner3 months ago in Poets
As the Frost poem proclaimed, "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." But I posit a different conclusion,
By CD Turner4 months ago in Poets
As a little girl I was told I was a pearl Who needed to keep myself Clean and pure. We were compared to used cars And spit-on candy bars,
I'm so tired of hearing what the Bible says, What the preachers say, What the men in blood-soaked suits say. I am past the point of mourning
First, they'll silence the teachers, The writers, the theaters, The arts and the poets, Gone before you'll know it. / Soon after, it's the radio waves,
By CD Turner5 months ago in Poets
There is a difference Between the two states of being. They seem like a paradox On the surface. Yet under the cataclysmic waves
CHAPTER 20 Offred and the Handmaids file into the house where Ofwarren is to give birth. Offred notices the large amount of food placed out for the celebration. It should be noted that in the sequel, The Testaments, food wastage is considered heinous because of the ongoing war slowing supply lines. This extravagance of food denotes the Wife's and Commander's status, especially the coffee and wine. Handmaids are not permitted caffeine or alcohol and have strict diets because of their role as breeding slaves. The inclusion of wine is also interesting because many modern day evangelical beliefs claim alcohol and drunkenness to be sinful. This is a symbol of privilege, a brief glance into the moral hypocrisy of the elite families that supposedly represent the utmost godliness.
By CD Turner5 months ago in Viva
I feel like a five-year-old tattletale tugging on the teacher's dress, screaming, "Teacher, Konami's doing bad things again!"
By CD Turner8 months ago in Gamers
