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Dear Diary...
August 2nd, 2139 Dear Diary, It is the second day on the moon now. I am sitting in my bunker, alone, while the others all go exploring this new place, but I just can’t make myself go with them. I assume that this awful dread in my stomach that feels so heavy I can't move is simply because I miss home, Earth, and the memories from there make me feel horrible with homesickness, despite the condition we left it in. I still remember those days when birds still sang songs to the morning sunbeams and trees swayed and danced to the music of nature. I am crying now: I can't even explain the regret I feel gnawing at my insides from how we killed our planet and our people and abandoned them. I can see Earth from here: a small orb that is dull blue and green with red and white stains smeared across its surface from the oil and pollution- and maybe the spilt blood from the War. I don't even know what to say here about the War, just that I don’t even remember it because my mind has refused to let me witness those memories again. What I know is that 75% of the 30 billion people were slaughtered in the wild rush for power and resources, when the Plague of Red had started claiming far too many people, and it had driven them all mad. The Plague of Red had arisen about 30 years ago, before I was born, when a radiation spill had killed everyone in Europe, and the Plague had mutated from the ruins and those who caught it were driven by a passion to kill. I was born into a world of slaughter and pain, so how am I not used to it? I can't say, but now, having just stepped off the Heart Shaped Locket, the last spaceship left on earth, I feel even worse than I did on earth. I should be grateful to be alive, to be one of those lucky refugees that got a pass to escape my waring planet, not even a full persent of the population, but I'm not: I am terrified because I feel like I've just stepped into something much worse. What is wrong with me?
By Olivia Gyuran5 years ago in Horror
The Firefly
The firefly would visit him often. Every night after his bath, the boy would scamper down the hall and into his room. The firefly would be waiting for him. Each night it hovered just outside his window, wings fluttering, its yellow glow flashing gently.
By Scarlett Locke5 years ago in Horror
The Nightmare Before Christmas Review
This review comes from my Letterboxd profile, where I review all the movies I watch. I saw this movie for the first time a couple of years ago on Halloween. At that time, I probably would have given it a solid 3.5 stars. The animation was fantastic and the design of the Oogie Boogie scenes was enough for me to say that it was worth watching, but I felt that the character arcs were incredibly underdeveloped. I felt that the chemistry between Jack and Sally was forced, I felt there wasn't enough backstory given, and I was ultimately disappointed by the way this movie told its story. Now, however, I see all of the small nuances of how they built each of those arcs up. I see how the filmmakers weaved in Sally's desperation to escape, which is so strong that she is willing to poison her captor/creator multiple times in order to do so. I see the way that Jack's enthusiasm for Christmas makes sense given how many times he's had to do the same exact thing for God knows how long, and I see all of the other little story elements that ultimately build to the final crescendo being set up so much better. They're subtle, but they are absolutely there, and I actually kind of love that about this movie now.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Horror
A Quiet Place Part II Review
This review comes from my Letterboxd profile, where I review every movie I see. If the first Quiet Place is a tense, suspenseful thriller, the second one is a visceral, action-packed thrill ride in the best way possible. It's strange having seen the first film only a couple of days before seeing this one, as I felt like that first film straddled the line between intriguing concept and setting up characters for the sequel. That being said, if a setup movie can be as good as the first Quiet Place was and result in a movie as utterly fantastic as this, I won't complain about it in the absolute slightest. A Quiet Place Part II is the perfect example of a brilliant continuation of a film, picking up the story right where it left off while also expanding on everything that wasn't quite clear in the first film.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Horror
To Have a Heart of Gold
No one exactly knew where it had come from, or when, just that it was older than anyone could imagine. Often its owners would hold it close to their chest, tucked underneath their ragged or silky garments adorned with either jewels or fleas, and would wonder where it had come from long into the night until the sun’s rays glazed the distant horizon. Sometimes, it would occasionally burn so hot their skin would boil and turn black, but none had the willpower to take it off, until their heart had burned to charred soot and they would wonder why they hadn’t taken it off right away in the first place. For some, that tunnel deep in their chest was not visible to the human eye, and only the owner would know that it was nestled right in their fragile ribcage, between their lungs, beating and pulsing like a real heart until the bloody, wet organ itself stopped working in the belief that it was no longer needed.
By Olivia Gyuran5 years ago in Horror
The Morning, Mourning Widows!
~ The Morning, Mourning Widows~ As the widows are mourning in the parlor, the morning widows come out to hunt their prey. The widows gather each year talking about the loved ones they’ve lost, while unaware of the danger that lingers near. They go about the morning, setting out the food they all brought to share. Like a séance that leaves them on an edge, the mourning widows set up for display the pictures of the ones they’ve lost, and the power of the life that lingers from the expressions that live in them (pictures worth a thousand words) speak with pride, but like a constant torment, the widows never learn how to say good-bye plagued by the tears they cry.
By Jennifer Cooley5 years ago in Horror
