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I Want an Outside Perspective
Introspection comes so naturally and overthinking is so familiar that I can get stuck mentally spinning all too easily, looking at my own thoughts from every possible perspective. Surely after thinking on something the way I’m in the habit of doing I can trust I have an accurate picture of the thing.
By Find FLOEabout a year ago in Chapters
Lost Battles
A cold and dark night at a bar, and a young man walks in wearing a green three piece suit and heads to the counter for a drink. The bartender behind it briefly stares at him, seeing that he recognised him. The young man starts to light a cigarette.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Chapters
When some mornings are hot
It's 00:49 am, Saturday early morning in my part of the world. I've been tossing and turning in my sleep and now I'm fully awake, cannot go back to bed. It's hot and I'm sitting, imagining how it would really feel to take a good dive in Wara Kolo (name of our river).
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Chapters
Work In Progress
Wisps of sunshine, lingering in anticipation of twilight, filtered softly through the cracked blinds in Chloë’s room. She shifted again in the bed. After what seemed a few days, her hips and back were complaining, loudly and long, about this forced incarceration. Had it been three days, or four? Or five? No matter the length, it had been far too long.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
The Death of the Queen - Epilogue
William Shakespeare wrote plays tracing the histories of seven of England's kings, some celebrated and others maligned. But during Elizabeth I's long reign, he did not pen a single play about any Tudor monarch. He wrote his only Tudor play - Henry VIII - ten years after her death and three years before his own.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Death of the Queen - Act I, Scene I
When I taught in the English department at the Naval Academy, my office was across the hall from a professor who specialized in Elizabethan and Jacobean era literature and music. Every summer break she would spend happily ensconced in the Parker Library medieval manuscript collection at the Corpus Christi College in Cambridge.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Death of the Queen - Act II, Scene II
ACT II. SCENE II. Sir Francis Bacon stands with the Baron Burghley in his library. A servant enters and announces the arrival of the Queen's ladies in waiting to see to her comfort and arrangements. Sir Francis nods and he exits.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
Seeing and Not Seeing
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Chapters
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch1
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME Mo deas ^ ^ Mia was eight years old and on her way home from school. As per normal, she walked with four of her friends. Each lived within a few houses of each other and enjoyed each other's company. The five were solid friends and did as much as possible together. There was never a defined "leader" of their little pack but for a reason Mia didn't understand, her friends always followed her suggestions. "How about if we drop our books at home, then walk to the soda shop. I'd love a cherry coke." Without hesitation, they'd all agree.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Chapters
Across The Jade Sea
“Dragons! Dragons! Two points off port!” Montiago bellowed from the forecastle. A musket shot snapped against the gunwale and forced Montiago to the deck.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Chapters
The Bunker Boy
Note: this is based on an idea I have had for a while and never considered. How would someone respond to our world after living a very sheltered life? I might make this the start of a series...if you like it...
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Chapters
Revival
Blustery winds buffeted the canvas walls of the little tent causing them to make a cracking sound so loud it woke Aaron and Jane from a deep sleep. While the two were resting the cold weather had coaxed the companions into unconsciously cuddling to stay warm. Now they were awake, both scurried to the opposite sides of the tent, each looking a little embarrassed. Aaron was the first to leave the tent to empty his bladder and start a fire. Jane, still looking a little uncomfortable from her close encounter, left the camp for a short time but returned a little later with some wood for the campfire.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Chapters