The Spy

  June 28, 1914, London   Mr. Hobbins is sitting in a cafe on Lancaster Avenue in London talking to himself.  He has just came back from Africa and is hungry for entertainment. He opens the Daily Mirror and reads: … Continue reading

Dr. Jekyll vs Dr. Hyde: The Comparison

At first glance, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde seem to be different adaptations of a common storyline: a character warped by evil and clouded by his own selfishness. While both … Continue reading

Malevolence

Nothing truly starts or ends spectacularly. No, things start small, irregularly growing larger and larger until it comes to its ultimate, the highest point in its metaphorical life. When something ‘ends well’, that isn’t it’s end. It isn’t quite something’s … Continue reading

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Your head spins slower on your neck, it knows the answers now Bugs grow thicker through clenched teeth Faint humming follows you everywhere you go, though you don’t go far Cold breezes eat away at thoughts You get up to … Continue reading

Twelfth Night Article: Malvolio’s Madness

News has come that Malvolio, Puritan steward to the Countess Olivia, bared himself to his mistress this morn in the most knavish manner, adorned in garish yellow stockings done in the cross-gartered style and with a devilish counterfeit of a … Continue reading

Nature Poem

Please Care What breaks at yonder? Is it the sun’s’ rays? Or the diamonds of the moon?   Nay, It is the smog that blocks thou throat, And the poison that makes thou gloat,   What makes you smile? What … Continue reading

Environment Poetry

Look here, at this pristine wilderness; see twisted masses of ancient trees, whispering waves brushing rocky shores, bear cubs seeking the comfort of their mother, the fearless predator seeking wary prey. Look here, at this dazed civilization; observe plumes of … Continue reading

Conflict Free Write

I ran through the woods, dodging every branch, tree and log that rose up out of the fog ahead of me. I knew it was behind me, chasing me down, maybe even gaining on me. But it didn’t matter, I … Continue reading

The Lizard Cactus

  Behind the old Watkins building down town, a man named Billy Joe Johnson sat with his pet raccoon Frederic. Billy was homeless, he often slept in back alleys or under bridges, depending on the weather. As billy sat against … Continue reading