So my silly brain reads Libestered as Lobstered. …Don’t make that mistake.
“The Liebster Award – A tag/chain post that unites fans of movie blogs and movie bloggers/reviewers. The basic idea of this project/concept is that bloggers nominate other bloggers and ask them 11 questions. Nominated people have to answer those 11 questions, nominate 11 people and ask them 11 questions of their own.”
Thanks to Geeky Cheeky Always Sneaky for nominating me. Geeky Cheeky Always Sneaky does excellent and super detailed reviews on films, trailers, etc and I’m glad to have met them and read their work. I’ve recently started writing movie reviews, and I’m excited to meet another avid movie critic. Check out their blog, it’s got great content and you won’t be disappointed. Continue reading Libestered Award
The sky never looked so empty. I never felt more alone.
I brushed back its hair, his crystal sharp blue eyes met mine in acute astuteness. Past the facade, I saw it’s savage grin feasting on my flesh. I could no longer feel my broken body steeped in the swamp where I had fallen.
“Surely, if there are devils, there must be a god…”
My mutterings breached his nostrils. My heavy arms clasped him tightly- the moonlight filtered through the willows. The stench of death seized my lungs with a final crushing exhale.
His teeth jab ice into my veins.
~Story in 100 words, prompted by Preacher (2016):
After a supernatural event at his church a preacher enlists the help of a vampire to find God.
I haven’t yet created my own ending to this verbiage. A unique and clever twist of my own design still eludes me.
Prior conclusions do not flow or fit. There is no clever wisdom, nor delightful humour. Just classic yet stale overtures.
If I did create my unique ending to this phrase, I’d follow along these lines…
“When life gives you lemons? Don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! GET MAD!
‘I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?!’
Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am?! I’m the man who’s going to burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m going to get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”
I imagine that inside is a misty forest hemming a black door that opens to darkness. The moonlight filters from behind me, the fog sweeps into the room that exhales from the vacuum seal from years of solitude. Isolation.
Stressed by tests, failed grades -Not impressed,
Dub me less than my peers, secret fears, public tears, no more cheers-
Stumble back, study track -what I lack- all the skews of the fact,
After all I am less, hollow guess, faulty chess, not my best,
And yet wasting the funds that I bet, ready set,
Now I get what I’ve earned, it’s my turn as I yearn for success,
Do my best, passed this hole in my chest; I don’t jest, I confess-
I’ll improve, heal the grove, act and move,
Polish jewels; hug the family, promises and gambling, now I’m rambling,
Just consequence of that fence looming high- its intense!
Forcing scholastic gymnastics…