Stream of Consciousness
Andreas Szakacs on Michael: An Actor’s Reflection on Legacy, Performance, and Emotion
As an actor, I didn’t approach this film as a historian or critic. I approached it as someone trying to understand performance, emotion, and the weight of becoming a legend. And in that sense, the film offers more questions than answers.
By Andreas szakacs5 months ago in Fiction
Drabble before I Skedaddle
Let’s see what’s going on: have done my taxes and most of the exam material is set and my students seem ready to face the reality of failure. Then I am going to finish up some entries for a very big contest that will offer a lot of money to the winner (I still have hope), after which I will get back to writing some real material for you know who. And the weather is great, my beloved Habs can turns things around in the playoffs, and that seems to be enough to get my thoughts into a complete drabble.
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Fiction
Choosing A Dream. Winner in The Unhappy Ending Challenge. Content Warning.
"You. Fucking. Useless. Ungrateful. BRAT!" A shower of spit and vodka landed on Dave's face. "All you want is my money, just like your garbage father!" She took it all out on Dave's arm, twisting it like the key of a wind-up toy. Tighter and tighter with every word.
By Sasha Desideri5 months ago in Fiction
When the Silence Speaks Louder Than Words 2
When the Silence Speaks Louder Than Words written by wiki jans The kitchen walls feels like it’s closing in on me, coming near, as I try to breath. Asking myself why it is so difficult, such normal everyday activity, I shouldn't be even thinking about.
By ℍ𝕦𝕕 ℍ𝕦𝕕 𝔸𝕞𝕫5 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Casualty. Runner-Up in The Unhappy Ending Challenge. Content Warning.
They say life comes at you fast, but that phrase doesn’t mean shit until it actually arrives. One moment, life was annoyance at rush hour traffic, and me tuning the radio to local public broadcast to stave off boredom with the news at the top of the hour. And the next, life was the words, “another mass shooting this afternoon.”
By Elle Marie5 months ago in Fiction
Trapped in a Killer's Memory
“Wherever shall I go?” Amerys whispered quietly to herself. Blades of fallen, dying grass lie at her feet—freshly clipped amidst orbing bulbs of bright pink tulips that had been plucked from her dead hands. It was the first time Amerys realized anything was wrong. Her head wasn’t fully attached to her body, at least not in any conventional form or fashion.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
