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I wrote this script almost a year ago thinking it would be a good way to get in some practice with directing actors, and filming lengthy dramatic sequences. Plus it seemed like good fucking idea. Unfortunately, ...

All around her was gray, and brown, and a dirty color that might have once been called green. A car alarm was going off, somewhere to her right.

“My shirt smells of her perfume.” Simon tells Tim, in reference to what had happened only minutes before. The scent mingles with the threads of his cotton shirt, reminding him of a field of ...

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For more than seventeen years, I’ve been around women and I’ve yet to understand how their minds work. From daycare on I never could comprehend the origins of their fascinations with clothes, jewelry, and make-up. However, the subject that has managed to keep me particularly curious through the year...

“Are you attracted to her even when she looks like that?” my friend suddenly asks during lunch, pointing to the girl in question. I turn around to look.

It seemed to be a nigh-impossible task, but damn if she didn’t feel like trying. And damn did that almost seem like a mistake. She stands outside of a door painted green after it had been painted red, covered in a thin layer of dirt splattered by the wind. ...

Guitar tones resonate from within, melodies noodling around a pentatonic scale; whispered vocals playing against the music that speak of a love recently found. The stars are obscured by a haze not unlike ...

There are certain topics in this world that individuals attempt to steer away from as often as possible. One such topic is religion, an issue that many find unsuitable for conversations in the workplace do to its heavy social influence and tendency to raise tempers. ...

All is quiet, everyone is working, except for the noise generated by the boy sitting next to me. On his screen there is a file open that displays a row of image icons at the bottom of the screen, above ...

I haven’t been to this website in quite some time and it occurs to me that some of the newer writers and readers may have absolutely no clue who I am.

Elysium, bruised and beaten, stared out through the bars of her prison with lifeless eyes. They had kept her there for weeks, and then weeks turned to months, and then months turned to years. She had aged as they bled the life from her, killing her slowly. ...

The life of any child may be filled with make-believe. I loved to pretend when I was very young; some of my favorite games included “The Floor is Lava!” and building forts in the living room. My vivid ...