I have a self published story called Strange Fruit on Amazon, and I love to write short stories and poetry with science fiction elements, drama and romance. I am here to enrich my expression as a writer.
What does your dream look like?
I was watching the BFG, and I loved the idea of dreams---well, the essence of a dream, being captured in a glass jar. Sophie was a cheeky, sarcastic, witty little lady who didn't take crap from anyone and I wanted to live inside of that world, and I admired her because I felt like I was her---and being inside of the world of Giants and Dream Country was something I think I could survive in too. I wanted to dip my fingers inside of the jar, and fall into it like a well, and swim deep in that world, in the mystery of that mystical and magical, almost Will-o'-the-wisp kind of feeling. To live, to love, to escape.
I never wanted to be a human. I longed to live above the clouds. I wished to be in space, among dark matter and birthing Stars.
Kernel of an idea
Dreams, the quintessential experience of every nightmare that isn’t during waking hours. It is improbable that dreams can be an easy escape from reality when in day to day life there is kidnapping, rape, murder, betrayal, and not to mention the slow drudgery of everyday tasks, jobs—-dreams gone to waste. Of course there are some luckier than others, who just seem to fit into the roughest terrain and seem to know exactly how to maneuver through it with grace and prosperity. When I was first brought into overseeing a highly secretive and high profile mission that required keeping secret the most important dream of humanity since man first looked at the moon, it was not easy to manage. My dreams canvassed more than what normal folks wanted. I never wanted children, a wife, a job. I never wanted a huge house and a yard with the picket fence. I didn’t even want to live on earth.
She taught me how to self-heal
I remember days of therapeutic shopping, of days where I would randomly get picked up from elementary school to go the theatre down the road to see the latest flick and remembering how these breaks would always help me.
Underrated Love songs (And a few extra)
In these crazy and uncertain times, where face masks are the requirement (or at least highly recommended) to go out and isolation isn’t all self imposed now, in the horrors of the Covid-19 Pandemic squelching our semblance of peace and security by even just stopping by the grocery store—- my recommendation is something that may seem trivial but it can be cathartic: love songs. This brings you back to a simpler time, but also a very complicated one. Being a teenager. All of your teenage angst. And the romance it brought up! Here is mine----along with my original writer's findings that this article had sought to relay.
After 2011,(I was eleven years old) I had gone into sporadic bursts of depression and being completely anti-social. My family was a bit split up, yet we all still lived together. I felt a bit cast out, yet I was still there, eating at the dinner table with everyone.
To Commemorate the love of wars in space (Star Wars fan fiction idea)
Two days too late, but here it is: You might be asking yourself why there is a big old picture of Matilda Wormwood on an article about Star Wars, right?
He is dreaming of touch. He is dreaming of melting with another person. Melting and combining with him. Drinking in his atoms and his molecules and his fears and his pain.