Dylan-Quinn Harris
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I write because I need to. This isn't just a job, it's my only lifeline to sanity.
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Punk Tactics
Everyone in the Belcher household was sectioned off and fixed on their individual tasks. The subtle creaks of an old house settling echoed through an empty hall. Bob and Linda sat quietly in the kitchen, wine glasses sweaty and half empty. Bob stares at the phone, in complete shock and disbelief.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris2 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
That night, everyone was in their own world. While Bob considered the new business venture, Louise was searching for a pair of party planners. She decided that like most modern teens, she would search online, scouring social media for any clue as to where they could be working for places they frequented. The search hadn’t gone so well, knowing much about those twins seemed like asking an impossible question. These twins are masters of staying under the radar, they were known for throwing wild parties, it makes sense and yet, they’ve managed to stay out of pictures, not even making it into the background of others’ posts. This search has been nothing but exhausting but mostly because Louise had spent the entire night stalking Tammy’s online accounts from her last year of high school. All the parties she’s weaseled her way in, all the obnoxious duck lips selfies, like, how outdated. Louise almost throws up just thinking about that. The generic teenage exposure felt like it was infecting her ever so slightly. A terrifying though, indeed. Gene sat in his room, sprawled across his bed with his trusted songbook in hand, going over past unfinished works and taking notes on new ideas. With the upcoming event he’s planning for, he found himself very self-conscious about his music, the lyrics, and whether he’s even good enough. Meanwhile Bob sits in the kitchen with Linda, he moans as he ponders all the unlikely scenarios of agreeing to franchise the restaurant.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris6 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactis
Louise waited until they got back home to call Jimmy’s number – After a big fight with his dad, Jimmy Jr. decided to stay with his mom more often. Only visiting his father on the weekends, unlike his younger brothers. - Louise called and waited for him to pick up, it was nearing the third ring when he answered,
By Dylan-Quinn Harris10 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
At the mall Linda and Louise walked through a thrift shop that had just opened. The two browsed the racks, Linda looking diligently at everything as Louise followed, still in deep thought about how she could convince Rudy to stay. Part of her knew it was wrong but he’s her best friend! She and he had been through so much together since they first met on that school field trip. It felt like there was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other, but Louise knows that he deserves the right to choose so trying to change his mind felt...wrong. Even still, it was worth a try to show him all the new adventures he’d miss out on.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris10 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
Kourtney still had that old, rusted locket but since she had a bad habit of sucking on it, it no longer opened. - She doesn’t suck on it anymore either. - but her appearance had taken a large upgrade, she was talker, she cut her hair, and her clothing style had undergone a few astatic changes but settled on garden girl. She wore a loose white sundress, jean vest with a floral pattern on the back, and clean brown cowgirl boots. All topped with a flat brim straw hat. In other words, she was a new but familiar type of annoying. Of course, she was also vegan and wouldn’t let anyone forget it. She also learned to play guitar from her dad.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris10 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
In the long-forgotten fallout shelter Jessica and Millie were waiting for the pair. Louise entering first they nod in acknowledgement before returning to earlier tasks – reading and clipping magazines. - Their heads quickly snap back to the entrance upon Rudy’s descent.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris10 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
A quiet afternoon, just on the cusp of evening outside Bob’s Burger restaurant. The door holds an open sign as the birds chirped nuzzled comfy, tucked away in the restaurants' neon sign. The gentle winds pick up a lose feather guiding it along the faded green siding of the building, it makes its way towards the ally silently resting by the hand of none other than Louise Belcher, now 14 years old and no longer sporting her signature bunny ears. She recklessly hangs over the railing of the rusted fire escape- once a polished yellow, now a chipped rusted brownish-yellowish color. - Louise drapes her body over the rail with a phone in hand. “Come on Ruds! We haven’t hung out for most of the summer, why can’t you be there?” she lowers herself onto the rail, placing her full weight on it. “Look Louise, I’m not happy about it either but we’re still moving things in- I swear, there’s just too much to unpack. If I see another box after this, I think I'm just goanna explode!” He huffs. “Okay, okay. Breath Rudy, breath. - look, it makes no difference to me where we hangout, but I need to talk to you – face to face.” biting her lip in excitement trying to save the news until they could meet. “Sounds serious, all my stuff is unpacked, I'm sure mom and Dave can manage without me for a while if you’re willing to take a bus I can meet you halfway.” Just then Rudy’s mom calls out from the bottom of the stairs, “Rudy! Your dad is here!” – “Your biological dad not – you know”- he verbally stumbled “I’m sure you heard that.” He chuckled in slight embarrassment. “It must be complicated now that you technically have two dads.” She empathized “Yeah, I’m more worried about Dave. He- you know what, we’re gonna meet up soon so I’ll tell you then. Okay?” “Course, later buddy.” She hangs up the phone and puts it in her pocket, staying to take in the air for just a little longer. Rudy's gonna love what I’ve got planned. She thinks to herself, smiling as she watches a lone feather float by, the soft breeze tickles her nose. Inside Linda walks into the kitchen in search of something, “Gene?” She calls out to no answer, looking over at the opened window she pokes her head outside suspecting it was Gene. “Wha- Louise? You better not be smoking out here miss missy.” pointing a suspicious finger. “Mom! Of course not. I was on the phone with Rudy, we’re gonna meet up today.”
By Dylan-Quinn Harris10 months ago in Fiction
Anime Ruined Western Animation
Do not get me wrong, anime is an amazing form of storytelling, and I am a huge fan but there are a lot of anime inspired showrunners whos’ shows either come to a poorly written end or are canceled and rushed to a conclusion. Given the state of the current animation industry, storytelling is slowly dying. Not in a sense that showrunners cannot write but more like, they have lost their voice to both corporate input and the desire to pay homage to the media that led them to the industry to begin with. It has become a running gag to guess which anime the showrunner was either inspired by or currently interested in. At first it was a few references that felt delightful to catch onto, but now entire characters have become a reference to entire series and the act alone takes me out of the story at times. This has become so prominent that most art teachers are starting to ask, “which anime made you want to be an artist?” I was asked this question, and I was taken aback. It was only the first day and this was the first thing I was asked. So many anime lovers had felt outcasted in their youth during the time when foreign media was deemed as ‘weird’ or ‘pretentious’ due to the lack of dubbing and content that differed from the American media pallet; passe and taboo at times. This is not to say that Western animation has not gotten a much-needed narrative and social pivot, there are so many progressive stories now because of it, but the problem lies in the way the stories are told.
By Dylan-Quinn Harrisabout a year ago in Writers
