Text: Their Eyes Were Watching God “…the significance of an individual’s attempt to live unconstrained by convention or circumstances.” When an individual is placed under unwanted pressure by either societal norms or is controlled[…]
Tag: Hope
Something Bright – A PechaKucha About Growth
As you may or may not know, my name is Luca which means the bringer of light. The following is a PechaKucha about me, but more specifically the change that has happened to me over[…]
For Every Lost Soldier
PROMPT: A recurring theme is the classic war between a passion and responsibility. For instance, a personal cause, a love, a desire for revenge, a determination to redress a wrong, or some other emotion or[…]
The Thousand Splendid Suns Between Our Souls
“Laila watches Mariam glue strands of yarn onto her doll’s head. In a few years, this little girl will be a woman who will make small demands on life, who will never burden others,[…]
Restless Heart
It’s the song, they said. No, the sea. The luxury. The ship. It’s the sex, they whispered. Leo, said Aziza sheepishly. It’s all about Leo. “Everybody wants Jack,” Laila said to Mariam. “That’s what it[…]
Of Colour and Humanity
Colours. They are everywhere, involved in every aspect of our lives. Colours transform the dull and the depressive into the beautiful and the bright. Colours provide our lives with interest and with meaning. Colours allow us[…]
Thirty and a Half Minutes: A Tragedy
Note: I’m struggling to come up with material at the moment, so for this blog I have decided to publish a script I had written last year. My deepest apologies, and I will humbly accept[…]
Ophelia–The Deluge (A Character Perspective)
NOTE: Due to aesthetic purposes, and what I personally believe would disrupt the flow of the piece, I have not titled my sections. While each section should still be clear without a title, I have[…]
To Watch Them Thrive
Below is a piece I would consider to accurately represent my experience of my first three years of high school. I feel like it depicts my comfort in the safety of watching very well, as[…]
Protector; Tormentor
Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their[…]
