Unless you’ve been living underneath a rock somewhere deep in the ocean, you know that this week marks the premier of one of the most anticipated movies of the year. Not just a Marvel movie; and not just a superhero movie either. For a lot of people, Black Panther will be the one time they’re definitely going to be heading to the movies in 2018 with their friends, family, or even that significant other that wants to learn
doesn’t appreciate this amazing genre of media.
The number of think pieces, editorials, blog posts, YouTube soliloquies, and even music dedicated to highlighting how people feel about this movie is at an all time high; and there’s nothing wrong with that at all! But this post isn’t any of that. I love how so many people, who previously didn’t have Marvel on their radar, are now asking me questions about comic books and the stories that they can dip their toes into. Bravo to marketing and word of mouth. Instead, I’m more interested in the social dynamics of people’s fervor towards things they personally feel invested in.
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So much for lightening the mood up. I swear it wasn’t supposed to end up in this way (I wanted something more lighthearted), but I honestly had this idea of post-apocalyptic gangs vying for territory in my head, that I kept writing and ended up with this:
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Bumbling middle-management and weird chain emails from Haiti… Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge #11”
It’s February! We’re already thirty-seven days into 2018 and, unlike this time in 2017, I feel like time is blasting forward. You know the old adage: late nights and early mornings; and the weekends are never quite long enough.
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It was the mid 2000s and I found myself having to write, yet again, another research paper for school. High school to be exact. Like every report before it, it was due on a Monday, leaving me to devote a sizable chunk of my weekend to making sure that it was complete. Unless I REALLY wanted to test the limits of my ‘creativity’
procrastination by finishing it before the period it was assigned, using one of the school computers.
More important, than the due date, was the fact that I usually wanted to finish it early enough for my dad to look at it before I submitted it for a grade. What can I say? I was a glutton for punishment.
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