Michael Darvall
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Quietly getting on with life and hopefully writing something worth reading occasionally.
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Life - A Crowing Achievement
The viral phenomenon, Life, is an epic adventure with a star-studded cast. At it’s heart is a striving for meaning in a seemingly senseless world. Everyone’s experience of this classic is paradoxically both unique and alike. Although long, most wish it was longer, and yet will only enjoy it once.
By Michael Darvall2 years ago in Critique
A Day in the Park
She watched him swinging, back and forward; a gentle rhythm with a metronomic squeak, discordant kicks occasionally propelling him higher. She smiled to herself, enjoying the perfect moment, and sipped her coffee. Too often people rushed things, but these moments would not be forever, they should be savoured, she felt. She would tuck this memory away to visit on cold nights.
By Michael Darvall3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Dark
The mirror showed a reflection that was not my own. The entrapped image swerved past my vision in a blur of crimson and black; two figures locked tightly together in a furious twirling dance, so prominent in the mirror as to be almost upon me. They whirled in violent agitation, every limb seemingly in motion, tearing at each other in a frenzy that somehow never afforded a change in their condition or dress, a rocking, chaotic cacophony of sight that threatened to overwhelm me with only their forms. And that couple was just one of many, a fragment of the vast panoply of dancers in the reflected ballroom, all of them moving with fantastical intensity, their figures shrouded in red and black drapery, their faces masqued in Venetian styles, full-faced and adorned with feathers and glass and metal, but all somehow subdued, as if they were coloured in a minor key. Despite the heavy coverings, there were, among the heaving, feverish movements, occasional flashes of ivory as the couples whipped past; as a cowl slipped back from the forehead, or a cuff rode up briefly on the dancer’s arm, and the contrasting speck of white rang out through the demented red and black and dark gem-metal faces.
By Michael Darvall3 years ago in Horror
