Reading Time: 8 minutes My ears turned deaf and I sat with a dumb expression as Detective Redding went on explaining himself. The rage was like a brooding storm, as I sneered at the back of his seat. Before I could speak, Luna’s hand fell over mine and gave it a protective squeeze. The fear in the look she
Reading Time: 6 minutes For once Luna didn’t interrupt as I finished telling her what had happened. She didn’t move at all except when I mentioned standing up for Samantha. Her lips pulled back into a cold smirk and the pride in her eyes flashed like a cobra’s tongue. It was also a show of toughness that I didn’t need. Not as along as
Reading Time: < 1 minute This is a fictional work and a free writing exercise. The Prompt used: Streetlight Manifesto– “A moment of Silence” I remembered the words the way I remember every bad thing I had ever done. By their result. A song playing somewhere in the past, predicting my moves right up until the point of no return–the price included. There were
Reading Time: 5 minutes Through Max’s perspective the player realizes that no matter how quickly they play through the opening fifteen minutes–there is no way to save his wife or to stop the gun shot that silences an infant’s crying. And that’s the first fifteen minutes.
Reading Time: 2 minutes Thank you Atul for nominating for the Versatile Blogger Award. This blog has been an outlet for my long time interest in storytelling, publishing, and writing in general, and it is the support of bloggers such as yourself that makes me look forward to creating new content. My hope is to some day soon to become
Reading Time: 5 minutes I was a high school sophomore when I discovered the words film noir. Words that encompassed vast works of literature and film that still hold a special place in modern literature and film. Taxi Driver (written by Paul Schrader and directed by Martin Scorsese, with Robert Deniro playing the lead) was my introduction to the genre. So I was pleasantly
Reading Time: 7 minutes There were four walls, a mirror, and the table that we were sitting at. Detective Redding sat with his fingers just touching the edge of his coffee cup, staring at me–waiting. The smell of roasted coffee was losing to the stench of sweat and filth in the air. With the handcuffs forcing my hands together,
Reading Time: < 1 minute Photography and cinematography are two things that I do not do enough of, and what I miss about it the most are the shadows. Where light gives clarity the shadows create mystery, which is why this is one of my favorite pictures in my limited photography portfolio. The camera was borrowed, the model was a
Reading Time: 7 minutes I woke up to the sound of nails scratching on glass. Peeling my face off the pillow I threw off the comforter with a sour residue on my tongue. When my jaw lowers to yawn there’s a sound like crushing glass beneath my ear, followed by all the pain packed within a right hook. Every
Reading Time: 3 minutes She looks at me eyes sparkling with fear, hope and something that should break my heart. Something that saw me as the knight that I wasn’t. At least not the type to fall in love with the damsel he rescued.