*Inspired by “Art vs. Trade” by James Johnson Panic vs. Pulse Panic, panic versus pulse. Brain, brain versus heart. When rushing numbers and logic suppress the waltz of the heart. Sprinting reason travels at the[…]
Tag: free choice
found in a crowd of thousands again
with a blank face, she looks at me (her gleaming eyes faded with longing) for the answers I’m unable to give her. as if there are searchlights in her mind, desperately trying to reach the[…]
the corruption of love.
This is a PechaKucha that I did in class on A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams. PechaKucha is a presentation style in which 20 slides are shown for 20 seconds. For our purposes, we had 10[…]
My Days of AP
Author’s Note: Hi everyone, first of all, I’d like to apologize to the people who I told about my initial idea of this blog. I was going to use flower imagery while comparing a certain[…]
Of Stars and Crescents
When Ms. Hunnisett first asked me to write a play for One Act this year, I must confess that I was rather daunted. The weight of having been given the honour of doing something as[…]
Woman (and other short snippets of scattered thought)
A brief preamble: for my last AP piece, I desperately craved something free flowing. I have done so much structured writing, and yet I have all these disjointed thoughts bouncing around my brain. I plan[…]
Morals and Manners
“Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and in[…]
Nowhere
A creative piece based on the idea of the unknown in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. “What the—” The man’s eyebrows furrow as he opens one eye to pear at the sunlight piercing his eyelids, before[…]
Unfinished Business
“Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over…Death is not anything…death is not…It’s the absence of presence, nothing more…the endless time of never coming back…a gap you can’t[…]
We’ll Know Better Next Time
There’s a thought I’ve been turning in my head, over and over; I can’t seem to make sense of it, and every time I try to fight its dizzying waves, I find myself carried[…]