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The Red Volkswagen Lady
It was a little past 11 am on a Saturday morning in mid February My bodys' alarm clock usually woke me up around 9 but I had been up until 4 a.m. fretting about some shit that happened at work the previous day
Just a mintue
They say it takes 7 minutes for you to die completely but what happens the minute before the beginning of the end? Today started just like every other day but different at the same time. You know how they say a dog will tell you when it’s time? This was that moment. The moment it was time for me to go. I started thinking about my life and what I accomplished- did I do everything I wanted- I needed?
Jen PhillipsPublished about an hour ago in FictionWatcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
spooky sessionPublished about an hour ago in PoetsMy Mind Is Blown #5
Part #1 Part #2 Part #3 Part #4 Final Warning: Spoilers Ahead! Holy crap! This episode was nothing like I expected. Knowing that this is the last episode before the major three-part episode "Tolerance is Extinction," I expected things to be somber. Pretty much, I thought this episode would be a memorial of sorts to those lost during the Genosha Genocide, with a little reveal to help it transition to the next episode.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished about an hour ago in GeeksSee Me
I am made of glass. Transparent, Noticeable only when unclean. Everything I am is brittle, Brittle bones, Brittle feelings,
Hush
I was flung back against the wall and the door slammed behind me. I was conscious of a rising dread, one that only increased as I looked around. The room was creepily neat and tidy, but it was not clean. Dark stains, brownish, spattered the cement walls and stone floor. The bed against the wall looked clean enough, and it was surprisingly large and soft. For a room that looked singularly like a cell, the bed was out of place.
ThatOne_GirlPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionGUARDIAN of ETERNAL FLAME
CHAPTER-1 In the heart of the ancient forest, where sunlight pierces through dense foliage, lives a lonely fire. It was not a simple fire; he understands it, he likes it, and he yearns for something more.
Anuja JadhavPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionA DEAD MAN’S DANDELION
I am going to die tomorrow, so what do I do today? It’s an important question, because what if I just do nothing? Nothing too important—nothing too time consuming—nothing too enlightening, I hate nothing and I hate knowing nothing. I am going to die tomorrow, so today I will live. What does it mean to live exactly? To be alive? Is all you need breath in your lungs and wonder in your eyes? I think so.