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On Musings
For a few weeks, I’ve been mulling over the idea of creative non-fiction or in my personal writing experience, musings and ramblings. I love writing but lately, I think I’ve been pushing my writing into neat and tidy genre boxes, in part because my career demands that my writing (content) fits a particular need and…
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The White Nightgown: A Symbol of Perfect Terror or Historical Innocence?
Jezebel’s article “The Perfect Terror of the White Nightgown” raises an interesting discussion about the symbolism and portrayal of white nightgowns in literature, film, and popular culture. The author highlights the association of white nightgowns with vulnerability, fear, and femininity, citing examples from classic horror films and Gothic literature. While the article presents a compelling analysis of…
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So I Just Turned 26 and I Have Thoughts
Today is my 26th birthday! While in the grand scheme of things, it’s just another year around the sun, I can attest that there is some significance to this milestone— at least for me, there is. As I reflect on the past few years of my life, I realize that I’ve come a long way…
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A Look At Theme in “Everything is Illuminated”
People whisper lies and secrets to and fro throughout their daily lives; at times they could be discussing hot topics of gossip, at other times they could be merely reminding themselves of a subject. Every person at some point in time will believe a lie, hear a secret, or tell a lie. The greatest lies…
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Sleep Dealer (2008) Mini Analysis
Sleep Dealer depicts a dystopian future that explores the many ways in which technology both oppresses and connects migrants through the use of “nodes”. A border wall, similar to what the current United States President Trump has discussed building, has ended unauthorized Mexico-US immigration. However, migrant workers are now replaced by robots, remotely controlled by…
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The Future is Forever Unknown: a Poem
Twilight strikes and the world ignites, born into a family of complexity the future is forever unknown. Shaky steps and muttered words I marched headlong into destiny, or complete confusion. Six years boxed within four walls I grew, I learned, I existed, and experienced the short river of childhood where the waves were rough, the…
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