angela hepworth
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Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Calling All Music Lovers: Results
Time to announce the winners! 😉 First and foremost, thank you so much to every single writer who submitted! This entire challenge was so, so fun, and it was super interesting to see how different we all are in what sort of art and music touches us the most. You guys all gave me such great music to listen to, and your words touched and moved me. Music is a beautifully universal language, and I’m glad we could all pay it our respects in our own way.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Writers
Preacher’s Daughter by Ethel Cain
2022’s Preacher’s Daughter by artist Ethel Cain has turned out to be one of my favorite albums of the past few years. In the spirit of celebrating great music, I wanted to dedicate some time to summarizing and briefly analyzing the record.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Beat
The Song of Achilles
Miller puts a romantic, emotional spin on a classic story that is absolutely lovely to read, as well as heartbreaking. Patroclus’ depiction here as Achilles’ mortal best friend turned mortal lover couples very well with the blossoming development of his own individual personhood throughout the story. The way he strove for and reached greatness in his own way was exhilarating to experience as his life became more intertwined with anger, tension, and the terrors of war. He is his own man while also feeling this deep, divine connection and loyalty to Achilles that sort of anchors him until he takes it upon himself to free them both, and in my opinion it’s written so very well. Also, the way Patroclus describes Achilles at several points in the novel is some of the most beautiful prose I’ve read in a while. The man was smitten, ya’ll.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in BookClub
Fine And Well
Chen Su hates driving. In this way, the move from Brooklyn was a small mercy. Chen had refused to drive in Bushwick, let alone park. She always let Miles take the wheel, and she would be gnawing at her thumbnail and staring in the side view mirror as he drove like it was nothing. He always pulled or backed into spots so fast, his hand nearly a blur on the wheel like he was spinning a pirate’s ship wheel in a cartoon. He’d glance over and start laughing that ridiculous, obnoxious laugh of his when he saw Chen all but flailing in her seat in an ultimate freakout, telling him to not look at her, to focus on parking without killing them both instead. Annoyingly, the park was nearly perfect every time.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
