Kit Drew sat outside in the cold weather of Lansing, Michigan. It was winter, and Kit was all bundled up with his broken labrador, Jackie at his side. It was freezing, and the only moisture in the air was Kit’s sadness. Just the way it was every winter since his father had died. Every single winter. Hunter Drew had died in a battle in the army. Kit had always imagined his father next to Jackie and him  every winter. He...

“Officers, for the last time, it was an accident.”

Dubiously, the police officer gazed upon the teenager sprawled in the hospital bed. He was not a pretty sight: his brown hair was messed up, his grey eyes were bloodshot and his left arm was embraced protectively in a sling.

“I know what that look is. You don’t believe me,” he continued, an exasperated sigh dripping from his lips. “Disgusting. Unbelievable. I was promised a fair hearing of my experiences and...

It’s tempting to compare The Favourite, the latest film from Greek director Yorgos Lanthimos, to the present state of world leadership; this pitch-black comedy of manners is set in the court of 18th-century monarch Queen Anne and follows a ruthless power struggle for influence over the almost pathetically inept ruler. It certainly treats historical facts with irreverence, but the uncompromising commentary on the grisly absurdity of the ruling classes rings true, especially when considering the rise of the far...

So, this piece is really nothing, but I've seen a lot of writers saying that a piece they wrote isn't about them; that they've never actually experienced feeling like their piece describes (i.e. depressed, anxious, or sad) 
I just wanted to say that I have felt everything described in my pieces. 
That's one of the reasons I like writing and do it so much because I'm able to move from personality to personality; switch moods and attitudes on the spot. ...

Lose.
Runaway woman,
That was my mother
Who spoke illy;
    The life she gave birth to
    Was "trash" 

Loser.
Give a day, bullies -
Reminded me of my faults
Never got better:
    "Why are you like this?"
    "Answer me, trash"

Loss.
The happiness / The love,
Drained from my eyes,
I'm so sorry...
    Let me make it up to you >
    < It's fine. Just leave me, trash.
...

    This new year? I am hoping, praying...more like dreaming of lots of things I would like to happen. There are so many scenes I want to portray, so many sentences I want to be said, so many people I want to know more. But...I am unsure as to what my year should be like. The ingredients for a near year are continually evolving: one day I'm sure all I need is a bit of adventure, a smidgen of...

i hated writing when i was young,
the long school essays were not at all fun.
i dreaded the times we wrote essays in school
because all of my stories just didn't sound cool.
teachers said it had to be realistic;
but to me, that didn't sound very fantastic.
then a few years later i graduated.
no more narrative essays; i was liberated.
but my new school didn't do writing for two whole years,
and writing became something i liked, not a fear. ...

Sometimes, I wonder about God. I wonder if the God I know sits at the edge of Heaven and peers down at us, pondering our lives and how they could've been different. I believe in the idea of choice, and He must too, because He gave us the right to choose to live as we pleased. Regardless, our choices must break his heart. After all, he is the Good Father, and don't all good fathers mourn when their children chase...

    So many things make up a person; their habits, their tics, their tells, the way they walk, the way they stand . . .
    These things are to the utmost importance when you make your character. And you need to know them, believe me. But don't think about them.
    Yep. You heard me. Don't go through each and every little thing on a list and determine exactly how your character would act on each entry. Why? Because...

no one has
ever
sought me
out
before.

is that
why i
doubt
your words,
your hands,
your eyes?

is that
why i 
doubt
this warmth,
this ardor,
this burning?

i don't
know.

and i
can't
stop.

I should not be online right now, at 12:35 pm.  
But I can’t sleep to save my life.  

I saw my classmate at a field trip today. 
I happen to like him a good bit...
And he asked me out. 

*mind explodes*

He did it in a roundabout way though, not straight up. 
I didn’t know what to say, so I said “maybe, I think it might work”. 

I’m planning on going to tell him yes tomorrow. 
But...

Beneath Clouds by Indigenous director Ivan Sen is an Australian drama and coming-of-age story. The lead actors, Danielle Hall and Damian Pitt, were largely untrained when asked to act in the film. Hall was discovered by Sen after he saw her in a video clip made by students at Tamworth TAFE, and Pitt was signed up after Sen spotted him on a street in Moree.  When asked about his casting choices, Sen claims he was drawn to Hall’s ability to...

Opening credits graced theatre screens around the world, as eager audiences were greeted with the most atrocious English accent ever heard. Either a mistake on the casting side of business, or a small vestige to Bert’s outrageous Cockney accent fifty-five years ago, a London leerie sent viewers walking - perhaps flying would be a more suitable term - down memory lane. Director Rob Marshall’s Mary Poppins Returnshas piqued the interest of thousands, all keen to reunite with their favourite...

my action figures, in their boxes
would demand to be let free
the books I had not enjoyed
would scream to be picked up
and read properly
my plants would ask for my attention
my clothes to be worn
the objects all around me
are part of me
they wish to escape and ask for what cannot be given
my heart pleads that I don't ignore it
and my mind pulls my attention
to my most recent profession 
it tells me to...

I was reading a book and on each chapter page was a quote. I came onto this one and it has stuck with me ever since. (Warning, I hope you’re not lactose intolerant or vegan because things are about to get a whole lot cheesy up in here.)

“Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.” -Euripides

I like this one because it’s revealing of humanity. At the end of our existence, if we...

I don’t know how to write poetry
You do
I don’t know how to talk to people
You do
I don’t know how to say I love you 
You do

There were so many thing I should’ve learned from you
The things I should’ve taken the time to trace over and over again
To listen to your voice and read your lessons

I spent too much time counting the seconds to realize the minutes I had left with you were...

Hey guys! So, I don't normally do these, but I wanted to do a shout-out about one of Quille's pieces. I would nominate it for one of the January Must-Reads, but I don't want to take down the ones I've already nominated (as that seems like it could hurt someone's feelings if they already saw I nominated them). So, I'm just going to do a dedicated shout-out on here. Simple fix.

Anyways, please check out Quille's pieces "A Smile Makes...

This was the same pen I wrote my vows with. I’m in a black dress this time.

This sadness is nothing new. But with you by my side, I was surprised everyday, for surely the world couldn’t contain this much joy. Now cancer has claimed you. Greedy b*tch...

You etched your way into my heart and became me. No. I’ve learnt I am my own person. So are you. Together, we were more than a person. We were a bond that...

I fell in love, that much is true, but I fear my story will not satisfy you. You see, my story is no light-hearted tale. My love is so twisted in my sense of hate, I fear it makes me unpleasant. I fell in love with anger, I love the sense of clarity it brings me, the quick snap of my many track mind uniting. I love speaking without having to plan every word. I feel you should know, there...

and they look like nothing at first:
paper rolls, crunched like candy
or money bits, baseballs tossed in hands
but even the sunny stripe and
trader's packs and chinking glint of business
cannot compress the smoke---
smoke like ice
a powdery breath expelled on a
warm winter night as
death leaks into tattered lungs;
and it looks gentle for a while
like a man's smokey habit
like a boy kicking a ball
or a guilty glass of beer
but
you...

It has betrayal. It has reunion. It has family. And it has a plentiful bank of ant-related puns to keep you company as Marvel’s Ant-Man and the Wasp takes you on ride after ride after ride. In Marvel’s latest comedic break, the 2018 science fiction comedy dabbles in the meaningful moments, action sequences, science-based tech, and extraordinary visuals which make the Marvel Cinematic Universe great.

Riding on the heels of one of the year’s biggest hits, Avengers: Infinity War, ...

He never speaks. He merely moves, his fingers and hands shifting in a silent dance, his footsteps on the pavement his only way to produce music. 

His silence has made her mute, not in despair, but with a desire to understand. She can understand him better when she herself is quiet. They only need to share smiles or frowns or tears to talk. They converse with their actions, as he brings in the coffee, as she takes his hands and...

I reach for my mind
as I always do 
trying to grasp the concept
to put into words
it slips away 
as it often does
embedding itself into 
the process that is me
or, more accurately
the true version of a reflection I see
and idealize as me
a mirage that I have convinced my true self
is what I truly be
and I shall be telling this with a sigh
through the veil of thoughts
I have memorized
and woven

I wish I could write something
Something amazing
Eye-catching
Beautiful, and 
Fluid

I want to write something
That people will enjoy
That will get noticed
That won't get lost

But instead
I sit here
Tapping idly on my keyboard,
Hoping for an idea

My mind itches for something
Anything!
A phrase, a poetic line
A beautiful scene

It's almost as if
The flash of inspiration
Is in the very edges of my mind
Is buried under layers of subconscious

It...

Memories, snapshots, that is what we are,
defined by the past, present, and future.
But when we die,
will you remember us?

Tales of laughter,
tales of sorrow,
tales of utter defeat
and of great pride.
This is what defines us,
our choices and actions.

Our path in life,
it is not set in stone
like the cold rock of our graves
Will it continue on, left behind us,
when it all ends?
Did it, for the ones before us?
...