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Classic Movie Review: 'Invaders from Mars' is a Completely Delightful in 4K Restoration
Invaders from Mars (1953) Directed by William Cameron Menzies Written by William Cameron Menzies Starring Jimmy Hunt, Helena Carter, Arthur Franz
Sean PatrickPublished about a year ago in GeeksRestoration
Bonfire of my heart Turned ash and feeble embers, Banked by bitter words. Malice puffs float white, Beautiful and awful both,
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Plague Of Haiku
Introduction It started from virtually nothing, people were fine and thought there was absolutely nothing wrong. Life was fine and dandy and everything was great.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about a year ago in FictionWhat Will Become of Us?
Who knows our future? Did dinosaurs ever dream of pink feathered flight?
PK ColleranPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Phantomic Coffee
“You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Mag groaned because she was out of coffee. She had always told herself to get more coffee before she finished the current stash but failed miserably every single time.
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Blushing Moon
The moon and stars came out to play, At the end of a long hot day. Low in the sky, the sun caught the moons eye,
Hazel RymellPublished 2 years ago in PoetsRemember Me
Matthew I hate mailboxes. In days past, they brought personal news along with bills and advertisements. A handwritten letter stimulated excitement because someone took pen and paper and conveyed their thoughts. A handwritten note represented time and effort. My Dad's generation cherished letters and saved them for decades as stored memories. Nothing good ever comes in the mailbox anymore and today was no exception.
J. S. WadePublished about a year ago in FictionNature Of A Story
a seed is planted, nurtured by soil's caress until stories grow. . water's soft healing can cut through steel at high speeds.
sleepy draftsPublished about a year ago in PoetsSlip Sliding Away
Falling on my ass In pain, giggling like a fool Singing Paul Simon
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Lifechanging Art of Tidying....Me
Because nine Facebook pages, a weekly blog, and writing for both Vocal and Medium aren’t enough non-work-related typing for me, I also write book reviews.
Judey KalchikPublished about a year ago in VivaGhost and Tonic
Another night of throwing back copious amounts of hard alcohol while the ghosts come out of the woodwork and swirl around Raul; he wonders if this is the reason why they’re both called spirits.
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Prank
"Reset your password” the computer screen flashed. I was about to begin class, and I ignored the prompt. I’m Jerry Lugar, a sixth grade science teacher at Pearl Middle School. This period I was teaching the ‘troubled’ students. I assumed they had done something to the computer to activate the prompt, so I’d deal with it after class. Every day they’d play another prank.
Alex H MittelmanPublished about a year ago in FictionVegan manifesto
Hey! My name is Edgar. Some know me by the name of TheFoodGuy, and I am vegan. I wrote this in the summer of 2020 looking to make a bigger positive impact, looking to become a vegan chef and explore the lyricism of food.
The Food GuyPublished about a year ago in FeastSally and Sam
Man, when irony kicks you in the teeth, it really kicks you hard! That was Sam's first thought as she stood on the gangplank of the Caribbean Jewel cruise ship. To her front, the tropical air enveloped her like a hot wet blanket, stifling and thick. Behind her the endless noise of screaming, crying passengers and static-laden, muffled messages of reassurance being broadcast on the loudspeaker.
- First Place in Behind the Last Window Challenge
Through Empty Eyes
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She spent long hours perched by the alcove window - a rare amenity for a no-frills New York City apartment, she had heard. For the "low, low" price of $2950, they, too, could have a heavily obstructed view of the Hudson river, barely gleaming out from behind the mammoth, pre-war brick and mortar apartment complex behind his. A 450 square foot 'paradise' in the city that never sleeps- laughable, but it wasn't as if either of them needed much space. Besides- while she was sure the Hudson was beautiful in all of its glory, she much preferred the view she did have: endless rows of windows in the building just across the way gave her a peek into the daily lives of people she had begun to see as friends. It was an intimate relationship she shared with them- seeing their most private and vulnerable moments through the filmy annealed glass. She couldn't speak to them, but she loved every single one of them. She had seen romances blossom, and friendships end. She had seen age wash over faces once young and full of promise. She had seen love and loss, grief and joy; the taste of those things was as close to feeling them herself as she ever needed. She'd resigned herself to watch over them for as long as she'd have this window. She wondered, on the lonelier nights, if they ever looked back at her, too.
Christiane WinterPublished about a year ago in Fiction - Second Place in Behind the Last Window Challenge
The Committee Provides
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Stood at the threshold, buttoning up his coat, George Mote watched her tug at her long plait of blue-black hair. Her gaze, heavy with grief, never shifted from the cracked concrete and leafless vegetation outside his block of flats.
Charlie C.Published about a year ago in Fiction Dandelion Dreams
A wisp of fluff floats, Coddled by warm summer air– Sheltering new life ___________________________________________________
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in PoetsBehind the Last Window Challenge Winners
Ah, dystopia. A playground for everything grim, hopeful and futuristic. For this Challenge, we asked you to start your dystopian stories with the following sentence:
Vocal Curation TeamPublished about a year ago in ResourcesShe Used to Make Me Tea
Flame and filled kettle Mingle on the stove until Air escapes the spout. // Liquid meets black leaves, A dance of water and earth
Post #1: Death
This Week’s Topic: Death Answers to Last Week’s Question The question that was posed last week: "Think about a time where you have lost someone you loved or imagine that you have. What would your initial reaction be upon hearing that you lost someone?"
InnominairePublished about a year ago in Motivation