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Shell
A little man with a lamp in hand, sits inside my chest. He’ll peep outside, wave and say “Hi! How are you doing today?”
Self-Discipline
"Self-discipline starts with the mastery of your thoughts. If you don't control what you think, you can't control what you do".
Ruth Elizabeth StiffPublished 9 months ago in Poets2001: A Space Odyssey
It is easier to find comfort in the bones of this cold, vast tale of trepidatious exploration. We are like the proto-humans: afraid to touch the monolith. A masterpiece of imagery and technical prowess. We must evolve beyond the struggles of humans and machines to be comfortable in the void.
Stéphane DreyfusPublished 9 months ago in CritiqueClimax
Oh, when you reveal to me, will-o-wisp, In a vision between dreams, haze, and mist My yearning, kept by demons that my step will quicken
Night of the Langum
Night of the Langum I sat in my bed, staring at the TV with my hand clamped over my mouth. My God, I thought. He dies. The kid dies. I reached for the emergency vomit bowl we keep on my nightstand for the kids and held it in front of me. It had been about thirty years since I’d last watched Radio Flyer, the early nineties movie my brothers and sister and I had based our childhood on. It’s a story about two young brothers who create a sort of fantasy world as a way to escape the cruel abuse of their stepfather. I think I was in fourth grade when we watched it, which would mean my sister was in second. We watched it a lot, my brothers and sister and I. Mom gets borderline hysterical if we mention this to her now. She says she’s not sure what she was thinking, letting us watch that show.
- Top Story - August 2023
The Evening Weeping Hour
-unedited “Jesus Christ! What are you doing?!” the old man exclaimed, grabbing his hand. “Oh, my goodness,” I tilted the mouth of the glass decanter upwards as coffee overflowed from the white mug. A puddle emerged as I set the glass down. While gripping the metal banding of the booth table for balance, I reached for the napkin dispenser.
Coincidental Happenings
-unedited It was a Tuesday afternoon in Seattle when I had taken the For Sale sign off the wet, green lawn. Droplets of water from the sprinkler had splattered atop like paint. Before I headed inside the newly built white Neoclassical mansion, I heard a soft yet crisp sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. I stopped dead in my tracks like a deer in headlights, but I never looked back. My eyes were fixated on the brown 'Welcome' mat that rested on the teal-painted doorstep. As the old saying went, "it must have been the wind."
- Runner-Up in Critique Challenge
Shakespeare's "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark"
One of the most powerful parts of this play appears when its protagonist decides to pretend to be mad, the better to find out who others truly are. Ask anyone odd: the other humans will reveal themselves when you act strangely in their company. You will learn many, bitter lessons.
D. J. ReddallPublished 9 months ago in Critique