The above video tells the story of a woman's returns to her childhood home after being rescued from a 16-year captivity at the hands of a child abductor. "Home, At Long Last" explores the unfamiliarity of a once safe space, as the woman seeks solace in isolation from the onslaught of friends and relatives. She finds that she cannot deny the longing for the comfort of her captive past while struggling to reconnect with her family.
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Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys
Could I weave a fantastical biographical tale full of mystery and mirth? Most certainly. Instead, within this limited space, I shall deal from the top of the deck and reveal that I am merely a humble scribe. Get to know me.
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I Walk Alone
For as long as I can remember, my mind has been a hornet’s nest of thoughts, worries, stories, alternative timelines in which I live the dream and face the consequences for daring to do so. It gets to be maddening every once in a while. To calm the hornets to a dull buzz, I used to take long brisk walks, but a few weeks before I was hospitalized and a few months afterward I was unable to do this without experiencing chest pressure and shortness of breath. Recovery has been slow but I’m finally at a stage where I can walk again with no ill effects.
By Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys2 years ago in Fiction
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
The Quilt Maker
The Quilt Maker The woman shifted and shuffled the different cubes of fabric. All of them held different colors, patterns, and shapes. Each one was a different emotion of things. She didn’t know what to put together, but she never really knows. This was part of her process.
By David S. JohnsonWilliams4 days ago in Fiction
A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley6 days ago in Poets
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