Category: Writing
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scene where only one person made it to the writing workshop
INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM – NIGHT Scene opens with circle of desks in a dim classroom. Only one of the chairs is occupied. Countless sheets of paper, stuffed with text, litter the ground. The writer clears his throat and begins to speak, apparently to himself. No one else is present to disagree. ME (TO HIMSELF): It’s…
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dear sunrise ghost at the end of the hall
I thought ghosts were supposed to be transparent, but there you are every morning, a silhouette in the corridor, my cookie-cutter specter. Waiting for me to thank you. You wear the golden hour like you made it yourself. Letting the sunlight be angel’s wings, hoping that the window behind you is close enough to a…
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abandoned vineyard
this Judas-place, this Garden. built and then forgotten, our own forsaken Eden. now the vines snake through shattered utility sheds, up rotting trestle, and across overgrown paths, bearing their sanguine fruit. – I press the blade of a knife against a stem, and it draws dirty red, a noose cut free, watering the ground with …