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The Varkaat
I should have been afraid. Alright, I was afraid. But my fear was nothing compared to my shame. Watching her do her duty as a soldier, when I knew mine, made me feel like a fraud. She wasn't just efficient and organized and lethal. She killed our disgusting enemies with style. I was quite sure that she was showing off, just to, "help me to overcome my natural tendency to make anthropocentric judgments."
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Fiction
About Binding Prometheus
I want to start actively advocating on behalf of my own work, and the most valuable part of my canon is, without a doubt, Binding Prometheus, the play I have been working on since 2019 and only finished in 2023 as part of my MA. The play itself is an amalgamation of a million different inspirations. On one end, it evokes the Ancient Greek myth-play, deriving its own title from the earliest extant work of Western drama we have, Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound. On the other end, it borrows significantly from the sci-fi bulwarks from over the years, namely Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Karel Capek’s Rossum’s Universal Robots. The play could be an episode of Black Mirror, I fear. I don’t know. I’ve only ever seen one episode of Black Mirror.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Futurism
Wise~Guys
— Look Behind what's in Front of You ~ Make Good Choices — Hey, So how you Doin'..! Made~Men — Mobster Movies romanticise a distinctive, elegant appearance, impeccable attire style, along with the 'Families' expressive lingo. Making their 'Bones' gave them Panache — with vintage fedoras, tailored pin-striped suits, mirror-polished wing-tip shoes adorned with tassels; with their 'Gun Moll' gorgeous dates on their arms.
By Jay Kantor3 months ago in Families
Stepping Out. Honorable Mention in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
The gravel of the walkway shifted under the soles of his shoes, and responded to each step with its constant crunching and clacking chatter. The throng of gray and white raised their voices in deliberation, discussing matters of import that had been left unsaid for days.
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Fiction
Search for a Sister, Chapter Two
4-H-N heard not a word about her secret mission around Headquarters over the following days, so had to conclude either Mini-Flash Phytolith hadn’t been listening in after all, or she’d misjudged him. She hoped it was the latter, as she wanted the pair of them to get on, even if he wasn’t going out of his way to make it easy for her.
By Doc Sherwood3 months ago in Chapters
My First Time Skiing and I Got Lost, Alone, in the French Alps
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie26 days ago in Humans
Fixing Dad's Shed Roof. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge.
Simon, Thank you for coming over. A few words to the wise from your mother (I shall keep it brief). 1. Your Dad has not slept since the roof blew off his shed. He may keep going for a lie down, but this is different to sleep. Do not poke the bear.
By Caroline Jane3 months ago in Fiction
The goals I did not achieve
Every writing goal I made for the year is a wash. It has been this way for a while, but I think it's important to be open about my failures and the reality of how life can get in the way. This is especially true considering the several times I have posted on Vocal about my writing goals, how I was changing my approach, and where I was hoping to be for the upcoming year. I will probably do that again in a couple months, but for now, it is time to acknowledge where I am today.
By Kay Husnick3 months ago in Journal
