Warning: Read at your own discression. Criticals are not my strong suit. Having ideals is a necessary part of an individual’s survival, in the sense that most people are happier in their dreams and ideals[…]
Author: hopevdm
The Little Game of Secrets and Lies
Capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances (Creative response to ‘Dancer’ by Alden Nowlan) A cold room. People — lots of people. And noise. Whispers; they are whispering about her, she knows. The[…]
The Arsonist
There comes a price to pay when you play with fire– a sacrifice that comes with having ashes for want of air in lungs that try to collapse in on themselves with every chance[…]
Emulation of Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘A Dream Within A Dream’
My Emulation: I am not unbreakable– that much I know now. I’ve never been one to sit in shamed silence, slowly following the rest of the crowd. I am not untouchable, this I know[…]
Response to Wuthering Heights
The following is both my response to Wuthering Heights and my ‘representation’ of my perspective and what I have learned from reading the novel. I’ve written it with a critique’s eye, as though it were[…]
Dreaming of Alaska
“I’m going to run away to Alaska,” she told him. He looked the way a kid does on Christmas morning, like each thing she told him was a tiny secret wrapped in silver boxes with[…]
A Love Affair With Perversion
Having seen Richard III performed by the Shakespeare company, I can now say that I am a very big fan of this play. Initially when I actually read it, I absolutely hated it because I[…]
the vanishing girl
“i don’t even know who you are anymore,” you tell me. “oh, but i think you do,” i reply. “and i think that you are afraid of what you see; i can feel that i[…]
Polished Critical-A Streetcar Named Desire
Sins of the past (Prompt; Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the human need to reconcile the uncertainties of the past with a new or present situation.) […]
People of the night
I was standing at the edge of a beautiful paddock, leaning over the white picket fence, and watching that tall grass ripple in the wind. It was almost completely dark now, but the summer air[…]