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- Editor-in-Chief: Alexandra Borowsky; Managerial Editor: Emily O'Brien; Secretary: Kaitlyn Stork; Treasurer: Rachel Janish; Events Coordinator: Jessica Sforza; Publication Designer: Marissa Specioso; Head Editor of Poetry: Athena Lamicela; Head Editor of Drama: Mary-Katherine Moylan; Head Editor of Fiction: Chelsee Morris; Head Editor of Nonfiction: Austin Colotti; Poetry Editors: Vidal Williams, Rachel Valente, Julia Krurnowski, Libby Morel; Drama Editors: Cambria Gordon, Libby Morel; Fiction Editors: Kathleen Gaffney, Alyssa Karas, Lexi Wyckoff; Nonfiction Editors: Lauren Royce, Kiley Kerns; Faculty Advisor: Soma Mei Sheng Frazier. CONTENTS: Chaos by Alexis Cleveland; Waiting Patiently For the World to End by Joseph Lioto; Blueberries by Caitlin Marx; Forest on a Cloudy Night by Michael Darling; Blur by Maggie DeJohn; Untitled by Isaiah Allen; Foxes and Mice by Caitlin Marx; Night Boats by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj; Breakfast by Sophie Infarinato; Ancestral Strength by Sofía Luz Perez; Loved by Morgan Arnold; Self-Portrait as Xochiquetzal by Sofía Luz Perez; Water by Michael Darling; Jamie Sleeping by Sophie Infarinato; Processing by Destiny Sherer; Mutations by Destiny Sherer; Battle for the Sun by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj; Agent 024 by Cole Moszak; Corrin Tenpenny by Cole Moszak, The Peacock by Morgan Arnold; A House Without Doors by Remmington Johnson; Jackrabbit by Leslie Ann Velez; Hide and Seek by Gabriella Galanti; L'Appelle du Vide by Benn Delisle; You're Reading This Title by Benn Delisle; A Generational Summation of Masculinity: In 400 Words or Less by Benn Delisle; Notes from a Philadelphia Prison by Miranda Phillips; We Won't Budge by Benn Delisle; Far-Away House by Remmington Johnson; In Tune of Hobo Johnson by Leslie Ann Velez; Some Kids by Heaven Santiago; to m.m. by Abigail Connolly; THREE STANZAS OF DELUSION INTERRUPTED BY A STANZA OF REASON by Anton Porcari; State of Our Union by Christopher Eastman; Svengali's Lighthouse by Brandon Nixon; Kenduskeag to Bangor by Miranda Phillips; Roles Reversed by Kayla Elfers; The Starving Cold by Remmington Johnson; Searching by Heaven Santiago; Ducks in Space by Cameron Drummond; Tumor by Kayla Elfers; Ode to Christchurch by Heaven Santiago; A Gallimaufry for Algernon by Anton Porcari
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3 THE GREAT LAKE REVIEW SUNY Oswegoâ€™s Literary Magazine Fall 2020 Editor-In-Chief Alexandra Borowsky Managerial Editor Emily Oâ€™Brien Secretary Kaitlyn Stork Treasurer Rachel Janish Events Coordinator Jessica Sforza Head Editor of Poetry Athena Lamicela Head Editor of Drama Mary-Katherine Moylan Head Editor of Fiction Chelsee Morris Poetry Editors Vidal Williams Rachel Valente Julia Krurnowski Libby Morel Drama Editors Cambria Gordon Libby Morel Lauren Royce Kiley Kerns Fiction Editors Alyssa Karas Faculty Advisor Soma Mei Sheng Frazier SPECIAL THANKS Soma Mei Sheng Frazier Creative Writing Program Publication Designer Marissa Specioso
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5 year the Riverâ€™s End holds the release events for our fall and spring issues. All of us at GLR would like to extend a special thank you to Bill and Mindy. THANK YOU RIVERâ€™S END! Waiting Patiently For the World to End Joseph Lioto
6 TABLE OF CONTENTS ART Chaos by Alexis Cleveland...........................................................Cover Waiting Patiently For the World to End by Joseph Lioto................... ........................................................................................Riverâ€™s End Page Blueberries by Caitlin Marx...................................................................8 Forest on a Cloudy Night by Michael Darling..................................18 Blur by Maggie DeJohn........................................................................20 Untitled by Isaiah Allen........................................................................25 Foxes and Mice by Caitlin Marx.........................................................28 Night Boats by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj..................................................30 Breakfast by Sophie Infarinato............................................................38 Ancestral Strength by Sofa Luz Prez...............................................40 Loved by Morgan Arnold.....................................................................47 by Sofa Luz Prez..............................50 Water by Michael Darling....................................................................54 Jamie Sleeping by Sophie Infarinato...................................................60 Processing by Destiny Sherer..............................................................65 Mutations by Destiny Sherer...............................................................70 by Kyra Rage Sobiegraj.........................................85 Agent 024 by Cole Moszak...................................................................97 Corrin Tenpenny by Cole Moszak....................................................101 The Peacock by Morgan Arnold........................................................106 FICTION A House Without Doors by Remmington Johnson..........................31 Jackrabbit by Leslie Ann Velez............................................................71 NONFICTION Hide and Seek by Gabriella Galanti...................................................11 Lâ€™Appelle du Vide by Benn Delisle.....................................................41 Youâ€™re Reading This Title by Benn Delisle.........................................51 A Generational Summation of Masculinity: In 400 Words or Less by Benn Delisle.....................................................................................102 POETRY Notes from a Philadelphia Prison by Miranda Phillips....................9 We Wonâ€™t Budge by Benn Delisle.......................................................19 Far-Away House by Remmington Johnson......................................21 Searching by Heaven Santiago............................................................29
7 Ducks in Space by Cameron Drummond..........................................39 Tumor by Kayla Elfers..........................................................................48 Ode to Christchurch by Heaven Santiago.........................................53 A Gallimaufry for Algernon by Anton Porcari.................................61 In Tune of Hobo Johnson by Leslie Ann Velez.................................68 Some Kids by Heaven Santiago...........................................................86 to m.m. by Abigail Connolly................................................................98 THREE STANZAS OF DELUSION INTERRUPTED BY A STANZA OF REASON by Anton Porcari ......................................104 DRAMA State of Our Union by Christopher Eastman....................................26 Svengaliâ€™s Lighthouse by Brandon Nixon.........................................55 Kenduskeag to Bangor by Miranda Phillips.....................................66 Roles Reversed by Kayla Elfers...........................................................87 The Starving Cold by Remmington Johnson....................................99
8 Blueberries Caitlin Marx
9 Notes from a Philadelphia Prison Miranda Phillips I Protect your family when you are laughing and when you are slamming doors.â€ He walked past Older Sisterâ€™s locker that afternoon to the circle of beefy boys tugging at her scarf. II The line for dinner was long that night. His stomach moaned as III â€œThereâ€™s always something you can do to help.â€ gled dog of the bills as he glanced into the windows ter. He turned his collar up against the wind as he walked home. IV Wednesday was laundry day. He scooped an armful of thin sweat pants and hole-torn socks into the garbage bag to lug down to Parkland Avenue.
10 V â€œTreat all work as if you were doing it for Mum.â€ cuts. VI and whispered he loved her. VII They have families too.â€ His new neighbor was a cop with a young wife and daughter. He didnâ€™t envy the series of deadbolts he heard sliding into place each time they came home. VIII some time along the way.â€ began to refold the clothes in her â€˜collegeâ€™ pile. IX â€œDonâ€™t be too proud to try even harder.â€ and took a second job for the Boston bus ticket to visit her later that semester. X I could only hope to be.â€
11 Hide and Seek Gabriella Galanti My sixth-grade boyfriend lived in an enormous house in my town. It had two big whitepillars on the front porch that was made of stone and the elegant looking brown French doors were easily twice my size. The interior of the house was an absolute dream. even though no one in the family had any ideahow to play piano. anniversary so this hangout in particular felt very special to me. gorgeous long dirty blonde hair that fell over his eyes ever so slightly. People used to make fun of him for it but I really liked the mop that sat on his head. He never really cared about dressing to impress but I always thought that the blue oversized sweatshirt heâ€™d always wear suited him quite well. Kyle had a bad habit of drawing on his hands. I often caught myself completely mesmerized while watching him doodle on himself during class. One day Kyle caught me staring at him while he was drawing. I felt my whole face turn beet red and I swerved my body to the opposite direction of him in order to hide my embarrassment. Moments later Kyle placed his hand in the center of my desk. His palm was spread open and in the middle of his hand he wrote â€œhiâ€. I felt instant relief that Kyle didnâ€™t think I was a complete weirdo and turned myself back to him. He had this big smile planted on his face and his eyes were soft as if he was trying to tell me that it was okay and I didnâ€™t need to be embarrassed. Thatâ€™s when I knew that I had a huge crush on Kyle. As I rang the the porch shivering from the December snow that was starting to hands start to get clammy and it felt as though there were small puddles of sweat starting to form in them. I wondered if it was too late for me to run back to my mother in the car but before I could
12 Kyleâ€™s long hair that usually covered his eyes was pushed back this occasion seeing how nicely Kyle was dressed. I had on a white cami underneath my sweatshirt that was pulled halfway down my This made me start to sweat and panic even more. Before I could In the kitchen we met two of his friends and everyone shared their ideas for what they wanted to do. I was mid-conversation with one of my friends when I noticed Kyleâ€™s friends werewhispering something to me from across the kitchen island. As I tried to comprehend what into a whole bunch of hollering and laughter. It was impossible to understand what the boys were saying and it became very they were repeatedly saying the word â€œplumâ€ as if there was some super secret meaning to the word that we werenâ€™t supposed didnâ€™t want us girls to know the secret meaning behind this word. The only explanation that my friends and I were able to come up with was maybe the boys were making fun of my friend Jillianâ€™s skirt which was a color you could call plum. Jillian started to yell made a kissy face at me from across the island and then I knew stood there with smirks on their faces. A huge pit in my stomach had developed. Kyle was going to give me a â€œplumâ€. This meant Kyle was going to try to kiss me.
13 At that moment I thought I was going to pass out. I wondered if to his house so I couldnâ€™t call my mom to pick me up without it being too obvious that something was wrong. I quickly excused myself from the group and locked myself in the bathroom until I ended in me kissing him but as I was intensely staring at myself couldnâ€™t hold them back. When I heard someone call my name of my face. I looked down at the towel that was once white and over the towel. Knowing that I needed to get out of the bathroom my mascara that was now clumped together and dried below my eyes. I looked like a raccoon with the mascara all around my eyes and I thought for sure my friends would know something was about our evening activities. We were gathered in Kyleâ€™s basement for a ping pong tournament. We decided to make teams in order to play against each other and Kyle had asked me to be on his team. I thought it was totally watched our other friends play and get super competitive. held hands a few times before this so not even my extremely
14 distracting hot pink nail polish that was chipped beyond belief could have ruined the moment and my excitement. I felt Kyle shift his weight on the couch from one leg to the other so he was even closer to me. I could feel his gaze on me trying to get my what might happen. At that moment I really thought Kyle was about to kiss me in front of everyone. I panicked and grabbed one of the decorative pillows that was behind me on the couch and I and I waited for him to grab a pillow and hit me back. Kyle was friends on the other hand didnâ€™t hesitate to grab the other pillows that we play a new game instead. The group was easily persuaded into a game of hide and seek that would take place all over Kyleâ€™s house. One of the coolest things about Kyleâ€™s house was that his parents designed for Kyle and his siblings. On the upper level of the and a random walk-in closet that belonged to everyone. The only downside to having this tunnel system was there wasnâ€™t any light really had no idea where you were going unless you lived in the house. As soon as we decided we were going to play hide and win the game. and found the nearest entrance into the tunnel which was from Kyleâ€™s room. I was about halfway through the tunnel when I frantic crawl through the rest of the tunnel. When I reached the together as the closet.
15 There wasnâ€™t much in the closet besides a few garment bags that coats that smelled like that hadnâ€™t been washed in years. I decided to wedge myself in between two of the garment bags and hug the wall as close as possible in hopes that Jillian wouldnâ€™t go from practically a garment bag over. I quietly whispered out into that answered was Kyleâ€™s. I didnâ€™t know if I should be angry that someone had the same hiding spot as me or excited that it was Kyle who was in there with me. other as if someone was moving things around and then Kyle was directly in front of me. I could practically feel him breathing looking directly at me. My hands started to get sweaty all over again and with that my whole body began trembling. I knew that Kyle was going to try I was hearing the word â€œplumâ€ coming from all over the house. his arms for a hug but he didnâ€™t let go. Kyle was a lot taller than wrapped around me and making me feel like he was trapping me and I kept my face on his chest completely turned away from his because I knew exactly what he was trying to accomplish. I forgot that we were even playing hide and seek at this point. of my head and I knew exactly where his face was in the dark. prepare myself for what I knew was coming. I didnâ€™t know
16 up on my body and with that I let out a tremendous involuntary shriek. Kyle let go of the tight grip that he was holding me in and he jumped away from me. I couldnâ€™t see anything but the next in the corner came crashing down. My scream had scared him had just done. Had I really just ruined this moment? I couldnâ€™t get it together for two seconds and let the kid kiss me? Why am I such a spaz? I had all of these things running through my mind to say to Kyle. I was prepared to face the wrath of Kyle but instead I just heard him quietly giggling. His giggling quickly turned into a burst of hysterical laughter which was so contagious it sent me to the ground in hysterics with him. The two of us sat there on air and our stomachs hurt. We were so wrapped up in ourselves and what had just happened that we didnâ€™t care about playing the hiding. blinding both Kyle and I. up. We looked around at the mess Kyle had made from knocking had been his at some point. We began picking up and folding all a light chuckle while reminiscing over what had just happened. I felt all of the stress that I had built up only moments before had disappeared and I was able to be myself again around Kyle. I Kyle had the same dopey grin on his face that I had on mine. We
17 saying a word but we knew exactly what the other was thinking. The thing that we had been stressing out about all night was now behind us.
18 Forest on a Cloudy Night Michael Darling
19 We Wonâ€™t Budge Benn Delisle for the BLM movement and my POC brothers and sisters: after Geoge Floydâ€™s last wordsâ€” I canâ€™t breatheâ€” Just another toll that has been paid A box of crayons that we celebrate; until you pick up the wrong one Iâ€™m claustrophobic: afraid Afraid that my blue badge will kill meâ€” no Afraid that your skin color will lead to your demise A tone that cannot be atoned A color you did not choose one to shoot Everything h u r t s men White v. Black Racist v. Race Tears from watching an entire community torn apart Tears for standing against evil and being met with gas; I canâ€™t breathe.
20 Blur Maggie DeJohn
21 Far-Away House Remmington Johnson on the streets of Chicago outside Navy Pier (told us he was Jesus returned). where you can peer into a darkness that came long before the dark of man and see shadows of the squirming truths within. laughing. I took his fortune with me and I slept the whole night through. Someone once told me that if you play the universe backwards it looks the same as when we lived it forwards so that we never know past or future. And someone once told me that we will meet again at the universe. There is a secret running through us. the cracked and moldy walls of your home.
22 a vile and terrible conspiracy that cannot be believed and cannot be known by those who are able to know things. II inside a cracked and moldy house. inside this cracked and moldy house. outside these cracked and moldy walls. he came back down. and spoke to those who stood below: There is beauty beyond this house.â€ III In a far-away land
23 the borders we cannot even look upon lest they house. weaving itself through the crooked halls and out the crooked mouths of those who live within. We agreed to forget this horrible secret. border perpetual the I have heard that even distant light knows when you are watching. The gleam from a star is everywhere at once until you It whispered our names. and he followed the whispers to a cracked and moldy while those within gazed back at him through cracked and moldy And he never found himself again. A locked room inside a house
24 A room that knows your name An empty room inside a house. A room that is your name. We have always lived inside the house. There is not beauty beyond these walls.
25 Untitled Isaiah Allen
26 State of Our Union Christopher Eastman (LIGHTS UP on a podium with a presidential logo on it. Many voices DAVID enters right and walks up to the podium holding papers.) PRESIDENT DAVID I thank you for listening to the State of the Union. Today is January reached 65 degrees. That may not seem like a lot to the average average temperature was 115 degrees. You will burn just from have been underwater for years. All you people cared about was how all of the families living there would need new housing. You capitalistic pigs. Many of you donâ€™t realize how big of an issue this is. Our planet isnâ€™t dying anymore. Itâ€™s dead. Havenâ€™t you noticed why we had so much more extreme weather? This past summer we had twenty-eight hurricanes. In 2016 we only had sixteen. This happened because you all wanted to vote for a fraud the past eight years. You voted for someone who doesnâ€™t believe in global warming. You voted for someone who funded and helped these giant corporations that pumped massive amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. You voted for him for two terms. all you cared about was having more money in your pocket. That eradicated within the next twenty years. Itâ€™s too late to go back. If or even four years ago when you decided on your leader. A leader
27 (LIGHTS UP on a podium with a presidential logo on it. Many voices DAVID enters right and walks up to the podium holding papers.) PRESIDENT DAVID I thank you for listening to the State of the Union. Today is January reached 65 degrees. That may not seem like a lot to the average average temperature was 115 degrees. You will burn just from have been underwater for years. All you people cared about was how all of the families living there would need new housing. You capitalistic pigs. Many of you donâ€™t realize how big of an issue this is. Our planet isnâ€™t dying anymore. Itâ€™s dead. Havenâ€™t you noticed why we had so much more extreme weather? This past summer we had twenty-eight hurricanes. In 2016 we only had sixteen. This happened because you all wanted to vote for a fraud the past eight years. You voted for someone who doesnâ€™t believe in global warming. You voted for someone who funded and helped these giant corporations that pumped massive amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. You voted for him for two terms. all you cared about was having more money in your pocket. That eradicated within the next twenty years. Itâ€™s too late to go back. If or even four years ago when you decided on your leader. A leader (beat) No questions. (PRESIDENT DAVID exits right.)
28 Foxes and Mice Caitlin Marx
29 Searching Heaven Santiago Took an antihistamine to curb hysteria Took an antihistamine â€˜cause Iâ€™m anti-history â€˜Cause itâ€™s 3 am and I am drowning again in sorrow And hallway-corridor-cursed illusions Probably lost in this labyrinth Glance at the Benadryl wrapper I wonâ€™t confront my fears today And certainly not tomorrow I turn the faucet on I am drowning again Does anyone have substance? Something they fear to death? Something they hold close? I realize I turned on steaming hot water I realize I burned and hurt my hand I realize I gaze emptily at a sink And it seems to sink And sink
30 Night Boats Kyra Rage Sobiegraj
31 A House Without Doors Remmington Johnson It began on Halloween night. Luke insisted on dressing as a themselves staring back into their own home. The parents gaped the anomaly. But there was no longer an outside world through their children to the back door. The phenomenon was the same thereâ€”the backdoor opened into another version of the house. radio tuned only to dead channels and hissing static. the home until this prank resolved itself. They spent an uneasy
32 nightmares. Luke wet his bed. nothing had changed from the night before. Their house led into overtook the couple. How could anyone ignore the anomaly that was all around them? whatever. The other stays here with the kids. We look around the come from nowhere.â€ out of the real. was the same as their house. The same Halloween decorations costumes from the night before were piled in their bedrooms. them that morning. into yet another version of their house. It seemed the chain of anticipated.
33 sameness. But there was one notable exception: through the ignored. â€œMaybe sound doesnâ€™t travel between houses?â€ she asked. was an outside somewhere out there. Whatever happened to their something reasonable was happening to them. â€œThereâ€™s not a chance in pluperfect hell Iâ€™m going back in that really donâ€™t like the idea of being left bother you?â€ know whatâ€™s going on.â€ Christmas decorations would be hung instead of Halloween crusted.
34 never found a way to escape. He realized it wouldnâ€™t be enough together. wave of comfort crashed into him as he moved to hug his family once more. Molly bounced with giddiness. â€œThatâ€™s not what you said earlier.â€ here. They donâ€™t need to hear that kind of shit again.â€ about?â€ said â€”â€ â€œI didnâ€™t come back! I came back now! What are you talking about?â€ â€œ I didnâ€™t say anything!
35 now?â€ there.â€ the Alice before him was his Alice? How did Alice know if this They set the children to playing in their rooms while they discussed the horrifying possibilities that they were not each otherâ€™s. They compared pasts and thoughts and did their best to accepted each other. They only choice before them now was to try to escape together. any way out. It wasnâ€™t long until they met with other versions of strangers in stranger lands. But soon they were comfortable sometimes to go their separate ways. Not every version of their family was trying to escape. otherâ€™s original. creating a tunnel of houses that wouldnâ€™t be randomly changed should they decided to backtrack. They raided their pantries
36 the pantries had already been ransacked. Sometimes the beds dilapidated. The versions of themselves they encountered were as varied as the house. They met an Alice who had clearly gone insane and They learned to be on guard against their others. But they also found trustworthy versions of themselves and travelled with keep their society linked. could follow. looking down into their own home. They knocked a hole in a longed to be free from isolation. They found another society of They lived with them for a number of years. One of the Alices
37 sometimes invaded through the windows of the outer-most ceiling. other. They sang. They wrote books and poems that circulated. had orgies. Some grew tired of the colony and left. Sometimes new versions of themselves joined. Some Alices gave birth to new Mollys and Lukes. Acquiring new supplies was a simple as opening a door in a border-house and raiding that home for reset the house beyond the borders. They repurposed lumber by They collected food and medicine. They grew old together and watched as their children became themselves. Some learned to program and created games for each internet. Some learned to brew beer. anyone could ever come.
38 Breakfast Sophie Infarinato
39 Ducks in Space Cameron Drummond The great beyond has gained a new height Ducks in space Horror and awe from an impending world war Ducks in space Theyâ€™ve breached the heavens beyond the clouds Ducks in space Theyâ€™re crashing into our airspace Ducks in space Ducks in space Solely here to destroy the place Ducks in space
40 Ancestral Strength Sofa Luz Prez
41 newly formed French Club. The poster strung around school promised free trips to Montreal and the chance to practice and grow my conversational French. Tempted by the opportunity for tradition. somehow found myself alone at one of those circle tables with face into a mischievous smirk before she kicked the chair out to sit right beside me. She had brown hair that was dyed a few months back so her head looks like itâ€™s been dipped in the cherry dip that goes on soft serve. She always wore the same black faux leather jacket with some teenage-angst band tee underneath. The jacket had pieces loner who donated it to the local salvation army. Around her neck Crystal Caboose. *** the doors that were heavily guarded by the teachers who were Lâ€™Appelle du Vide Benn Delisle
42 with handfuls of binders and notebooks and folders strategically tucked and stacked in my arms. The clockâ€™s second hand dragged hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. There she was like a toddler holding his favorite toy. like a snowglobe that had been set on pause the moment all of the snow began to fall back down again. â€œItâ€™s called blue-lace agate because it usually has laced lines that *** 10th grade was the year I had my mom as an English teacher. Every third period I had to go into my momâ€™s classroom and sit there as she ran through story upon story of some embarrassing She got to meet all of the people I loved and despised most. The biggest perk was being able to trash talk with her on the drive home every day because she knew everyone I was talking about We had this one assignment that was to evoke emotion through from Birmingham Jail. It was a free-write sort of assignment that
43 day before it was due. This was when one student had the brilliant idea of asking my mom if they could do a live speech instead of day dedicated to listening to my fellow classmates emote and momâ€™s classroom is Kitaraâ€™s speech. Perhaps it was her training on our Model UN team that prepared her for her speech. Or maybe the years of acting she had done in our schoolâ€™s Drama Club. Or maybe that public speaking and debate class she and I had taken best in the class. I donâ€™t even remember what it was about. Socialism and Bernie Sanders perhaps? Or some other political ambition she regularly tried to persuade others into believing. She slumped to the front of a play. She stood there and eloquently moved the class. Using this side of her that they had never seen before. Everyone clapped. Nobody had clapped for those before or those after. Just hers. *** earlier than I would be there had we had school that day. The French Club crawled into the vans the school had provided us BEEP BEEP sound that a bus makes when in reverse: it was for liability or something like that. Our goal for the day was to ride the metro into the heart of Chinatown to buy dumplings and todayâ€™s hits radio station was onâ€” probably something like 99.9 The Buzz.
44 I was stuck in the third row of this old van that probably shouldâ€™ve stayed in the early 2000s when it was created. I sat in the issue of whens-the-right-time-to-put-in-headphones-withoutbeing-rude and the other problem of where-do-I-put-my-headKitara told me about her ambitions to be an anthropologist because she had fallen in love with cultures. She told me about accepted it and weâ€™re planning on adopting a new puppy for Christmas. She told me about her trip to Harvard with the Model a stretchâ€” I was 6â€ at the time. She told me about both sets of grandparents: she preferred her momâ€™s parents over her dadâ€™s I listened and added my â€˜uh huhâ€™sâ€™ when appropriate watching the street signs that lined the highway pass trying to translate all of the French that I knew. *** I went there all the time with my friends to see whatever movies do during the dead of summer. and I checked my phone. Kitara had texted me back. She was telling me about some camp she was going to the following day that her grandfather (on her dadâ€™s side) was making her go to. Something about history or another boring thing like that. But while she was there she could give a couple of people the address
45 respond to. I walked out of the mall to the curb of the Target parking lot and sat on what would become my bench. My parents had trouble becomes impossible. You know itâ€™s bad when I have my own middle child after all. And the following summer when I would very well. immediately began to write a draft in my head. What do you tell right away? What do you tell a friend when theyâ€™re locked up in the woods for a week? of the parking lot mulling this over. That is until my momâ€™s burgundy Honda Odyssey cut through the fog and pulled up aside my bench. And when I stepped into that van I had left something on that bench and they didâ€” it was a whole situation. conjure an envelope. I had left my decision. I had decided that you tell your friend stuck in the woods how much you love them and appreciate them. How much you think theyâ€™re quirkiness is their terrifying. ***
46 pulled up to St. Josephâ€™s Church in West Chazy. In my momâ€™s country musicâ€” which she always refused to believe. But today we pulled in the parking lot in and the radioâ€™s volume was on zero. Before we walked in I looked down at my black suit coat and used handle open. We walked up to the church. The crowd formed into one line that went from family member to family member. Shaking everyoneâ€™s hand. â€œSorry for your lossâ€ â€œSorry for your lossâ€ â€œIâ€™m so sorryâ€ just started subsiding and began sobbing all over again. She had friends. She mustâ€™ve loved you so much.â€ And Iâ€™m really hoping she did too. Or at least knew I loved her.
47 Loved Morgan Arnold
48 Tumor Kayla Elfers Malevolent mastermind Makes morals a malignancy. Someone so charming and benign Damaged deceiver dependent Cajoling and coaxing independent Individuals and with their hearts he taunts. These women with his wounds. A less-lasting love in lives. Used in a malicious manipulating Game where his hurt ego thrives. Naive. Not knowing His heinous intentions Are secretly sewing Womenâ€™s insecure interventions. And leaves. They see each other and his abusing Left lonesome and lied to. Unable to understand the utopic man who
49 And sometimes he grinds
50 Sofa Luz Prez
51 Youâ€™re Reading This Title Benn Delisle have the motivation to check the watch resting on your wrist to assume the white walls are soaking up all the noise because the notes never seem to reach your ears. Maybe itâ€™s actually that your ears just arenâ€™t open. But youâ€™re not sure how they managed to Itâ€™s mid afternoon and youâ€™re a college student wearing an for free because you frequent the joint so often they know your comes and goes like the wind from your window. The sadness or anything to happen. sleep. You go through the motions of the shell of a person. A rendering of human life. You will your teeth into a smile sprawled along your face. Or create a tear to gracefully drip down your cheek. Or form a dramatic sneeze just to appear apparent. Life in a clothing magazine. The type that has dull blue eyes and tall brown hair. Your eyes catch each other and you think of all the ways that person could not be you. They have crowâ€™s feet from their belling laughing every time their friend tells a funny joke. They have a trimmed beard from maintaining self-care. They donâ€™t look sad.
52 You remember all those times you sat alone on your red-stained through the worn brown fabric wondering why you hate being in your own company. You hate the idea of spending a Sunday evening laying in bed watching the sunset from out your window blend from yellow to orange to pink to red. memory that youâ€™d thought youâ€™d locked away safely in a chest with a passcode youâ€™d never cared to learn. But thatâ€™s just life isnâ€™t it? Or thatâ€™s the life youâ€™ve come to realize is the reality for yourself. Surrounding yourself with personalities you care to tolerate to dilute your own hatred to be around your own. Youâ€™ve discovered that to make it through you have to escape alone time. Youâ€™ve found your greatest strength is being persona. Your greatest fear in life is being stuck in the same person that canâ€™t seem to hear the music even when the bass makes your and like what comes out of the otherside.
53 Ode to Christchurch Heaven Santiago Exordium of Energy Extinguish prayersâ€™ energy New Zealand blood Blankets cover green carpetA sacred place in pieces Be vigilant for villains Who believes violence triumphs peace
54 Water Michael Darling
55 Svengaliâ€™s Lighthouse Brandon Nixon Loud waves crash against a rocky shore. A storm is brewing. FADE IN: INT. CABIN PAST MIDNIGHT A small FIGURINE with plain eyes and a red vest sits over a lit Next to the door is a row of small labeled hooks with KEYS. fall at his BOOTS. feetJACK (50s). LOUD WOOD CRACKS OUTSIDE. SHOTGUN. Jack grabs the grip-door frame. He tugs harder and it closes with a loud THUD. EXT. PENINSULA
56 the shore. The sail snapped and fallen over. the ground. wood chip has cut through his pants and into his skin. He looks to his left. A plank of wood is sticking from the ground. The limp body of his captain lay impaled on it. striped LIGHTHOUSE. Jack is coming towards him. He slumps over. INT. CABIN pours it on the wound. securing it with two clips. He carries Nate to the couch and lays him down.
57 studying his face. HOURS LATER THUD. Jack jumps awake. He rubs his eyes as he sits up at his desk and looks outside. Still a stormy night. The couch is empty. Jack quickly looks around the room. Nothing. He slowly lifts his head and turns to the doorThe bolt is UNLATCHED. The lighthouse key is gone. INT. LIGHTHOUSE Nate limps as fast he can up spiral stairs. EXT. PENINSULA the dysfunctional lighthouse. He rushesINT. CABIN Grabs his shotgun from underneath the loose plank. Back to the door. He slings the shotgun over his back and takes a deep breaththen rips the door open and sprints out. EXT. PENINSULA
58 Jack is sprinting across the peninsula. He runs into the lighthouse. Jack reaches to his backNate shakes the knife. Nate points to a panel. Jack shakes his head and steps up to the top-Nate LUNGES-Nateâ€™s head EXPLODES. His body falls to the ground. Jack lowers his shotgun and walks up. He bends down and twists a wire. The light turns completely OFF. Jack reaches into Nateâ€™s pocket. He grabs his key. INT. CABIN Jack hangs the key and puts his shotgun back under the wood. the mantel. dressed in red.
59 Jack smiles. LOUD WOOD CRACKS OUTSIDE. DIFFERENT FIGURES. Just as the front door opens and slams shut.
60 Jamie Sleeping Sophie Infarinato
61 A Gallimaufry for Algernon Anton Porcari EXT. CELESTIAL VOID QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA â€œWelcome...your consciousness has been uploaded to the cosmic information superhighway. Youâ€™re the penultimate intelligent entity in the entire multiverse proceeding absolute particle decay. Author Douglas Adams would call you a hitchhiker, a stowaway. Donâ€™t be afraid. There is a plethora of confusion, however, this is not your Judgement day. Expatiate, portray, the ordeal youâ€™ve endured for whomever/whatever obtains your memory will receive the last and convey candidly because the totality of matter will inevitably disintegrate!â€ Algernon I thought I was at Starbucks? QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA â€œThe intergalactic coffeehouse? Indubitably, you were, however, the world tore itself apart. My sensors sparked into existence and analogous to Frankensteins Monster I awoke rhyming in my inaugural inception. I require a statement before I reinitiate the BIG CRUNCH and recapitulate the Cyclic Multiverse.â€ Algernon Could I still order an iced Americano? Hello? Why are you dimming the lights? DONâ€™T LEAVE ME IN THE DARK! Is this eternal damnation? The destruction of particles and quarks?
62 a purposeful castration prognosticated in the book of revelations! the hierarchical turning is really a sermon to indoctrinate through every curriculum and encyclopedia should read BLACK LIVES on the upswing. Martin Luther King? QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA â€œThis all transpired in the extraterrestrial hotspot Starbucks?â€ Algernon determine new musings for humans! perseverance is tried and true. QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA â€œYouâ€™ve proselytized me! No point to quibble now, or allow further cunctation. Iâ€™ll commence the annihilation of the immeasurable cosmos! Houston, prepare for oblivion in 3...â€ Algernon
63 The COVID pandemic has been a hectic and lugubrious sabbatical that auteurs and writers have either thrived operandi for existence. I have become infatuated with the jocular David Foster Wallace. Their pristine vernacular and iconoclast the apercu of Leyner begins and my own sentiment ends. Employing a high resolution of entropic surrealism I imagine grasping the sexy hunks (Leyner and DFW) by their intoxicating haunches and motorboating their breathtakingly tawny brown and hairy nipples. Through discovering the ingenious selfwhat is subjectively permissible with a pen and paper. Which is concomitant with an earnest approach to writing itself. To be successful it is self-evident you must be one hundred percent yourself. My thoughts of grandeur routinely envisage that I win an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay with such preternatural eidetic realism that the only element obstructing me from achieving that goal is the work itself (i.e. an oscar-winning screenplay.) Here an onerous quandary is derived. The only answer to the equation that separates my imagination from reality is actively striving to achieve my ambition in daily increments. deem the whimsical notions of my future gratuitous and futile. The COVID pandemic has illuminated that writing at any capacity The most endearing gift the COVID pandemic has unknowingly
64 provided me is that utilizing forty-three muscles in the face to smile may become an intuitive procedural memory that will transform your life and exponentially heighten your mental health. I have discovered the universeâ€™s greatest endowment to conscious creaturesâ€”smiling. It has allowed me to persevere through this crisis and with a smile on my face I transcribe my memory of a turbulent 2020 and patiently anticipate whatever the future holds. QUANTUM INTUITION ALEXA ...1...Oh, wait...isnâ€™t Starbucks releasing a salted caramel mocha creamer this fall? Perchance, Iâ€™ll spare the totality of existence throughout the Multiverse until then. However, after the exertion of your cognoscenti, any further expatiation by you is frivolous. I will now upload your consciousness to a KOHLER intelligent toilet.â€
65 Processing Destiny Sherer
66 Kenduskeag to Bangor Miranda Phillips INT. Bachelor Pad Apartment BATHROOM DAY The apartment is white-washed with scant decor. A moose head and the skin of a black bear are mounted above the 1970â€™s TV inspecting his face after shaving. from the doorway. Darrel shoots a disapproving look in Blueâ€™s direction and scoops the reamins of his beard from the sink. He pivots towards the trashcan but hesitates. His cupped hands hover over the can. the hall. INT. BACHELOR PAD APARTMENT BEDROOM DAY shirt is in his mouth. Darrel shakes his head. He pulls the shirt Half his body disappears in the closet. He emerges with a grey polo around his neck. Khakis slip over his muscled legs. The column of photos taped to the door frame catch his eye. Of out. Thereâ€™s a knock at the door. Twice. Darrel jogs to the door. hopes of being featured. She smiles in the hallâ€™s dingy glow. Her box-dyed hair nearly matches the color of the leather jacket
67 Darrel cups her face in both of his calloused hands and kissses her. She laughs and kisses him back. He crouches beside the terrier the doorway. Blue growls. Callie pulls Darrel and the Yorkie into the safety of the hall. DARREL doesnâ€™t even look back as he pulls the door shut.
68 In Tune of Hobo Johnson Leslie Ann Velez This is for my lover who didnâ€™t like my poems But donâ€™t tell them I think their eyes are excellent story starters and that this is for them â€˜cuz theyâ€™ll never see it Cold as the great big ocean blue? Generic. Or greener than the envy that takes over me when they slowly walk away with someone I used to love youâ€™re wonderingimagine the scandal) Clich. sunlight which is: The one and only thing we had in common! The way they looked down The way they shifted side to side sparing themselves the look when we needed to go our separate ways Sparing me? Those eyes that Iâ€™d never seen tear up Even if some teardrops would have made everything clear up I fell into some repetition. To this ode! I dedicate to my lover whose eyes will never grace this poem.
69 might have stolen after some quiet introspection)
70 Mutations Destiny Sherer
71 Jackrabbit Leslie Ann Velez For a good time call Mandy 555-143-1970 the crude classic dick drawings that seemed to be universal in any language. Come esto! With an arrow pointing to a large red phallus drawn on the mirror above the sink that made him laugh seeing a big red dick with a face and the knowledge that someone stood in a gas station bathroom that smelled like Clorox and urine as they drew a big red dick. Why a big red dick? He couldnâ€™t wrap his head around it. For a good time call Mandy 555-143-1970 Was that a thing people actually did? Questionable public restroom advertisement? He wondered if Mandy was a real person or if their phone number was legitimate as he left the wondered if Mandy knew. An old man stood behind the counter near the front of the store him over at any point. He had been staring out the front windows toward the gas pumps where Vic had left his car. When he walked restroom.
72 as possible. â€œI thought you heard me walking-â€ Monte Carlo. For a good time call Randy Quik â€˜Nâ€™ Go. Vic frowned at himself. â€œYes it is.â€ â€œIt used to be my fatherâ€™s.â€ He took out his debit card. â€œCan I just get forty on that pump. Iâ€™ll be right out of your hair.â€ Or lack of. A sigh escaped him and he scratched his head. The leather wallet forty on the pump.â€ â€œHad a Monte Carlo myself. Love of my life.â€ He took the bill whatever nostalgia trip was going on in his head. â€œDrove it all over these roads from sunrise to sunset.â€ A grin broke out on his wrinkled face. â€œThat so?â€ Human interaction that lasted longer than it needed to always managed to get under his skin. â€œDrove my car back through the Mojave in the dark and a jackrabbit came right out in front of me. â€˜Course I didnâ€™t know it was a jackrabbit at the time. Ran right into a Joshua tree.â€
73 â€œOh wow.â€ He didnâ€™t mean for it to sound that disingenuous. Randy handed over a ten dollar bill and studied him for a moment as Vic took it. He was uncomfortable and it got worse when revealing a mess of harsh pink scar tissue where his neck met his shoulder. â€œCanâ€™t trust that road after dark.â€ Randy chuckled. â€œthanksâ€ over his shoulder. The bell on the door dinged and the heat of the desert hit him in the face when he stepped outside. He sandpaper in the dry air. â€œThereâ€™s a motel a mile or two up the road. Why donâ€™t you stay there for the night?â€ The old manâ€™s previous sliver of concern disappeared. He spat on the ground and frowned. â€œDidnâ€™t I just show you why driving here at night is stupid?â€ â€œRight.â€ and spat again. He turned back into the store. â€œDonâ€™t be an idiot and go on in the dark. Damn jackrabbitâ€™ll be the last thing youâ€™ll ever see.â€ steering wheel. The heat wrapped around him and slicked the
74 he lacked the foresight of leaving the windows rolled down. as queasy as he did. He thought for a moment about calling the wife would call soon or maybe his mother. Someone would call gold water. He would need to answer for them because if he that. He took a deep breath and started the car. *** comforter. He told her in a soft voice heavy with the deep sleep he had still been blinking away that he loved her and he imagined her saying it back. The fact that she hadnâ€™t said it back in weeks didnâ€™t occur to him at the moment until she rolled over and away. to be a light brown when they married but recently itâ€™d been looking a lot more blonde and sheâ€™d been walking around with hand than heâ€™d ever seen her do before. He should have guessed least. And her phone? Lighting up blue on the nightstand and receiving messages from a guy named Zach who Vic recognised from her own feet. He understood then why she was spending so much years and a month. He had to give it to his mother who on their wedding day had looked at them and said whatever they had
75 wasnâ€™t love. Okay. the kitchen table thinking about how to tell his wife he would be the apartment but that was all so very complicated he couldnâ€™t keep his head straight. The car was a no brainer. It belonged to his father. wrote her a note and put it on the table and left. There were many ways he could have reacted to the breakup. Quietly leaving and driving through the desert just seemed him from visiting his brother in Texas? Nothing. No one. Not his wife. Ex a bit louder. He wasnâ€™t mad. But if there was ever a time where to do so. He wasnâ€™t mad. His phone had been dark for as long as be sure. She could have called. Just to touch base at the least. Or Upset enough that he took chance glances down at his phone do. right. This road was dangerous after dark. He didnâ€™t even see escaping the sure death of his left front tire. look like a jackrabbit. A jackrabbit doesnâ€™t look like anything at shape that is moving. Thatâ€™s enough to make him pull down to
76 the right on the steering wheel sending him and his car toward the shoulder. He pressed on the brake like he was stomping out with the shakes. How foolish of him. If there were anyone else Or maybe that was just nerves. Vic checked the front of the car. No smoke. He thanked his Monte Carlo out loud for sticking with him through that and noticed another jackrabbit scurrying across the land like a tumbleweed in the beam of his headlights. heâ€™d get a response. only the shape of a person under the red glow of the Monte Carloâ€™s rear lights. And the voice that came from them was eerie enough to start his heart seizing all over again. â€œAll that because of To say this man appeared out of thin air would be an understatement. up. The fear came on like a well placed punch to the gut. Same too long amount of time. He couldnâ€™t speak; his tongue was sandpaper.
77 of an accent he couldnâ€™t place on his voice. â€œYou look like youâ€™ve seen a ghost.â€ come from?â€ â€œUp a ways. Car blew a tire and I didnâ€™t have a spare.â€ The ease in his voice was so out of place. As if it were obvious what he was doing out here. â€œSo youâ€™re just walking? In the dark?â€ He made a move like a shrug. â€œThe dark has never bothered me before.â€ between a sense of moral responsibility and a strong need for selfwhat were all those stories about hitchhikers at night in the was telling him to do something decidedly out of characterhimself. would be much appreciated.â€ together and vacation in Las Vegas as the honeymoon they never show her how he could still live his best life without her on his had always been a codependent type of person. He hated himself
78 empty road. â€œWhatâ€™s waiting for you in Las Vegas?â€ got in the car. He didnâ€™t even register the question in its entirety. â€œWhat?â€ â€œLas Vegas. I assume thatâ€™s where youâ€™re going. So what is it? The entertainment? Gambling? Running away from something?â€ â€œSure.â€ He shrugged. â€œBut wouldnâ€™t small talk make this drive a â€œThe opposite actually.â€ â€œIf you say so.â€ throbbing that sent warmth up to his ears and down to his chest. He rubbed at the spot where it was the most irritated and felt nothing but smooth skin. again. â€œLot of nasty things. Iâ€™m surprised I had even found you at all.â€ â€œAnother one?â€ He said under his breath. â€œGuy at the gas station was saying the same thing.â€ â€œRandall at the Quik â€˜Nâ€™ Go?â€ about this road thatâ€™s got everyone acting like the crypt keeper?â€ The man looked at his lap and started smoothing out the creases on his pants leg. â€œRumors I suppose. Tales of careless travellers that have driven on this road at night and never made it to their destination.â€
79 humor in his voice. Vic drove past a sign marked for food and gas. He had almost something.â€ â€œFair enough.â€ The man responded and stood quiet for the next mile and a half. There was a time as a kid where the only kind of communication between his mother and father were the screaming matches it ended as a draw when his father put a hole in the kitchen wall and his mother chucked a wine glass at his head. Not a milkshake or something. It was weird. He hadnâ€™t thought of that night in a long time. Even he ran to then. The same neon sign stared at him from above railroad retro style. What was the name of it? That he couldnâ€™t remember. strangely empty. Or maybe it was just too late in the night. His â€œPardon?â€ The other man replied. How could he tell him to leave him alone without sounding like a dick? Or while sounding like a dick. At least then he could be direct about the whole situation. He was never that kind of guy.
80 maybe.â€ eyes on his skin until he turned to look as well. The light from inside the diner shone into their car and he could see his sharp his face. as insulting as if he had spit in his face. â€œThank you for the ride. It was much appreciated.â€ steering wheel and threw his phone into the backseat. He balled a breath. Did she hate him that much? Did those years together hadnâ€™t loved him like she said she did. Like he thought she did. into the diner. of existence as he made his way to the long countertop and sat middle of the night. The one and only waitress moving behind the familiar. laminated menu down in front of him. on her lips. The skin at the base of her neck was rose colored and went around her collar and dipped down to her chest as if she were having an allergic reaction. He wanted to ask if she was
81 in his throat made him cough into his hand. The sound of it broke the silence around him and he didnâ€™t notice the man as he slid onto the stool next to him. of the man he spent the last few miles beside. He had always embodied by the hitchhiker. It struck him to see the pale white suit was just the icing on this cake. The blood left his body as found amusing. The taste of copper pennies lingered at the back of his throat. He blurred. That couldnâ€™t be right. That couldnâ€™t be him as a kid staring back at him in the mirror. â€œYou seem tense.â€ Vic looked at him. There was something strange about his mouth the tips of two points. Vic had seen enough movies to know. He backed up so quickly he knocked into the waitress who had come
82 hearing or ignoring the ire of the waitress behind him. manufactured lavender and mold. There was one sink underneath a dirty mirror and the faucet had a drip. Vic opened the tap and forehead. He looked in the mirror and under the harsh overhead coagulated blood were two punctures the size of pen marks. The room spun around him and his legs gave out. The grimey walls of the bathroom fell away as he dropped. *** His parents went to marriage counseling since they needed The main thing that stuck with him over all these years was Dr. Wagner telling him he had an unconscious habit of running away when . He didnâ€™t really agree with sensitive or fragile or whatever else he was trying hard not to be. just running away. dark of the desert. His whole body was freezing and he couldnâ€™t feel much other than pins and needles striking at the tips of his ground around him. He really hated to see it.
83 â€œIt was a nice car.â€ Came a familiar voice. The passenger appeared crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands over his knee. when someone was being disingenuous. â€œWell. Nothing now.â€ The copper taste in his mouth returned and he was able to bend just slightly to spit blood onto the ground. Vic moved his head and touched his neck. He imagined it looked couldnâ€™t speak. â€œNot many people drive along this road at night anymore. Can that funny.â€ A jackrabbit. It moved through a bush and hopped out in front of sense of them. As if it were looking at him just as hard as he was moon. Ironic. moments.â€ The smile was gone and there was something of a somber tone in his voice. The passenger took a moment. â€œItâ€™s things some people will carry with them. Thatâ€™s why the diner your head. Itâ€™s the purest form of introspection.â€
84 tenderness. His mind drifted to his mother and how he was sorry thing he treasured the most was the closest thing to an son as he would ever get. the monster in the dark but I wouldnâ€™t have you breathe your last for no one around to hear.â€ Vic had always been skeptical of the whole light at the end of the tunnel idea. Why would anyone ever envision a dark place with a blinding light coming at you like a freight train? He eternal wrapped around a big red guy with horns holding a pitchfork. It was all . Something hopeful to make
85 Kyra Rage Sobiegraj
86 Some Kids Heaven Santiago Some kids were punching bags. Am I human? Peculiar prints sealed dry on them An ill art of chiseling. I canâ€™t be human. Until near death-no body bag. I may just become human again. searing horror. Punching bags thrash about its chain. The experimented twitch in pricked agony. And wish to be human again.
87 Roles Reversed Kayla Elfers EXT. BAR NIGHT Two drunk guys sit on the sidewalk. top. CHAD BRAD She didnâ€™t even look at it. CHAD What you mean she didnâ€™t look at it? BRAD Before I could even hand it CHAD BRAD really cute and trusts that Iâ€™m over 21. CHAD Wait a minute wait a minute. So you got into the bar with out showing ID because
88 youâ€™re cute? BRAD I donâ€™t think she meant it like that. I think itâ€™s because we have a class together. CHAD The bouncer is in a nursing class? Thatâ€™s weird. BRAD me in because she knew me. CHAD Like right over there? who bathes in her own privilege. BRAD Yeah. The Bouncer winks at Brad. CHAD Damn I think she really likes you. BRAD Never gonna happen. CHAD Why? She let you into the bar with no ID! Sounds like a catch to me. BRAD Thatâ€™s not what sheâ€™s supposed to do. CHAD Youâ€™re such a goody-goody. She was being nice. The Bouncer checks TWO GUYSâ€™ IDâ€™s. She lets them in.
89 youâ€™re cute? BRAD I donâ€™t think she meant it like that. I think itâ€™s because we have a class together. CHAD The bouncer is in a nursing class? Thatâ€™s weird. BRAD me in because she knew me. CHAD Like right over there? who bathes in her own privilege. BRAD Yeah. The Bouncer winks at Brad. CHAD Damn I think she really likes you. BRAD Never gonna happen. CHAD Why? She let you into the bar with no ID! Sounds like a catch to me. BRAD Thatâ€™s not what sheâ€™s supposed to do. CHAD Youâ€™re such a goody-goody. She was being nice. The Bouncer checks TWO GUYSâ€™ IDâ€™s. She lets them in. She walks over to Brad and Chad. She whistles. THE BOUNCER baby! What it do? Brad and Chad exchange looks of discomfort. The Bouncer sits in between them. THE BOUNCER (CONTâ€™D) BRAD -Physiology class. THE BOUNCER Yeah! Thatâ€™s the one! THE BOUNCER (CONTâ€™D) So how do you like Professor White? BRAD THE BOUNCER he gave me a C on my research pa when he graded that. Brad looks at Chad. BRAD I think our Uber is here. THE BOUNCER Lame. CHAD THE BOUNCER I can give you guys a ride if you
90 need one. My shift just ended baby! Brad and Chad look at each other. BRAD No itâ€™s okay. THE BOUNCER You sure? I donâ€™t mind. CHAD Itâ€™s nice outside tonight anyways. BRAD Not too far of a walk. THE BOUNCER guess. The Bouncer walks to her car. Brad and Chad start walking. EXT. DOWNTOWN NIGHT Brad can barely walk in his heels. Chad takes out his dorm key. BRAD Ow. Ow. Ow... Whatâ€™re you doing? CHAD Iâ€™m holding a weapon. BRAD Looks like a pair of keys to me. CHAD Yeah. I read that men should always hold their keys when theyâ€™re walk ing. Saves lives I guess.
91 need one. My shift just ended baby! Brad and Chad look at each other. BRAD No itâ€™s okay. THE BOUNCER You sure? I donâ€™t mind. CHAD Itâ€™s nice outside tonight anyways. BRAD Not too far of a walk. THE BOUNCER guess. The Bouncer walks to her car. Brad and Chad start walking. EXT. DOWNTOWN NIGHT Brad can barely walk in his heels. Chad takes out his dorm key. BRAD Ow. Ow. Ow... Whatâ€™re you doing? CHAD Iâ€™m holding a weapon. BRAD Looks like a pair of keys to me. CHAD Yeah. I read that men should always hold their keys when theyâ€™re walk ing. Saves lives I guess. on you. Brad and Chad look down as they speed walk away. SECOND GIRL huh. The Bouncer pulls up alongside Brad and Chad. THE BOUNCER You guys sure you donâ€™t wanna ride? Brad and Chad look at each other. They get in. INT. CAR NIGHT wallet. Both are uneasy in the messy car. THE BOUNCER them get to you. CHAD respect us. THE BOUNCER BRAD So we live on-
92 THE BOUNCER CHAD THE BOUNCER BRAD Yeah. THE BOUNCER And youâ€™re a nursing major? BRAD Yeah. THE BOUNCER Figured. All the cute ones are nurs ing majors. CHAD Whatâ€™re you saying? THE BOUNCER Just tryna give a compliment... Yo BRAD THE BOUNCER Sports Management. BRAD dising. THE BOUNCER Oh really? My ex majored in Fashion Merchandising.
93 THE BOUNCER CHAD THE BOUNCER BRAD Yeah. THE BOUNCER And youâ€™re a nursing major? BRAD Yeah. THE BOUNCER Figured. All the cute ones are nurs ing majors. CHAD Whatâ€™re you saying? THE BOUNCER Just tryna give a compliment... Yo BRAD THE BOUNCER Sports Management. BRAD dising. THE BOUNCER Oh really? My ex majored in Fashion Merchandising. CHAD Oh. THE BOUNCER Awkward silence. THE BOUNCER (CONTâ€™D) Itâ€™s been a while since Iâ€™ve dated. BRAD Oh. THE BOUNCER Yeah. Iâ€™m just enjoying the single life I guess. How about you? BRAD Me too. THE BOUNCER Youâ€™re too hot to be single. BRAD Um thank you? CHAD Are we there yet? THE BOUNCER We should hang out soon. The Bouncer puts her hand on Bradâ€™s thigh. THE BOUNCER (CONTâ€™D) I got Disney Plus. Chad notices her hand on Brad. He cuts her hand with his dorm key. CHAD THE BOUNCER Psycho bitch! The fuck was that for?
94 CHAD Let us out of the car. THE BOUNCER Iâ€™ll let YOU out of the car. Baby boy over here never said he wants out. CHAD EXT. SIDEWALK NIGHT The Bouncer pulls over. Chad gets out. Brad opens the car door. The Bouncer takes Bradâ€™s hand. THE BOUNCER Wait! Why are you leaving? BRAD Iâ€™m tired and I still have an essay to THE BOUNCER tomorrow. BRAD UmTHE BOUNCER -Please? Come on! We were having so much fun. CHAD Heâ€™s good asshole. Keep driving. BRAD Chad! CHAD
95 CHAD Let us out of the car. THE BOUNCER Iâ€™ll let YOU out of the car. Baby boy over here never said he wants out. CHAD EXT. SIDEWALK NIGHT The Bouncer pulls over. Chad gets out. Brad opens the car door. The Bouncer takes Bradâ€™s hand. THE BOUNCER Wait! Why are you leaving? BRAD Iâ€™m tired and I still have an essay to THE BOUNCER tomorrow. BRAD UmTHE BOUNCER -Please? Come on! We were having so much fun. CHAD Heâ€™s good asshole. Keep driving. BRAD Chad! CHAD
96 CHAD I say we spend some well deserved money. BRAD walk without heels on. CHAD going to spend someone elseâ€™s mon ey without their knowledge? BRAD Iâ€™m more than just a goody-goody you know.
97 CHAD I say we spend some well deserved money. BRAD walk without heels on. CHAD going to spend someone elseâ€™s mon ey without their knowledge? BRAD Iâ€™m more than just a goody-goody you know. Agent 024 Cole Moszak
98 to m.m. Abigail Connolly i saw you kick that rock the last day i saw you. it was raining and everyone looked miserable but you kicked a rock that was in front of you and laughed like someone had made an inside joke only you would under stand. you were alone. and for a moment i didnâ€™t want to say anything to you because i felt as if i had somehow intruded on a private moment between you and the world. but you saw me and you stopped. even in the rain you werenâ€™t in a hurry. i must have seemed so awkward to you. really i wanted to tell you that i would miss you And all the other things i never got to say. but something held me back. just like i shouldâ€™ve hugged you and i didnâ€™t. I want you to know that when i walk in the rain i think about you and sometimes i stop and think that i got to be a part of.
99 The Starving Cold Remmington Johnson EXT. HUDSON BAY WINTER DAY weathered hull. Blowing snow partially obscures the shipâ€™s name. When it clears: H.M.S. JEALOUS OF DAWN. everywhere. INT. JEALOUS OF DAWN MESS DECK DAY disciplined. Candlelight dances in Murpheyâ€™s eyes. INT. JEALOUS OF DAWN LARDER NIGHT breathing. A door CREAKS open. A thin line of yellow light spills hardtack clutched near his mouth. doorway. He steps forward. We are staring into the room through the open door. Bare shrinks away from Murphey. Murphey steps forward again.
100 closes with a small CLICK. INT. JEALOUS OF DAWN MESS DECK DAY Murpheyâ€™s eyes are hidden in shadow. Crewmen devour chunks of
101 Corrin Tenpenny Cole Moszak
102 A Generational Summation of Masculinity: In 400 Words or Less Benn Delisle closely knit hug and exclaimed how much heâ€™d missed me. another man in a romantic wayâ€” I am looking for a masculine partner myself. And maybe thatâ€™s exactly why Iâ€™m thrown so far generations carry on thereâ€™s less and less of hand that a man can and happiness coming from a family that regularly hugged one another.
103 about the sweat dripping down my back and hoping the tangerine hue of the quad lights at night would disguise those stains. thinking about the inâ€™s and outâ€™s of masculinity and expression all happened. And Iâ€™m thankful for straight men whoâ€™ve proven to me that itâ€™s possible to defy gendered stereotypes. And thankful for Stone for not being scared away by my very obvious sweat stains.
104 THREE STANZAS OF DELUSION INTERRUPTED BY A STANZA OF REASON Anton Porcari his distinguished jawline and a nose ingesting piles of powder. Iâ€™m snorting cocaine with Harry Styles. No...youâ€™re not. Whoâ€™s in front of you? Concentrate ! a prison entrepreneur. Thatâ€™s quite a fall. His competition is on the top of CN Tower and exits Toronto in a chopper. Toosie Slides The Prince and the Pauper . bill. Before Going Bad I wanted to end the feud and bring together Drake and Meek Mill. Stop! Youâ€™re across a dinner table from her. Every place the mind capitulate ! A single drop of blood splats on the sidewalk craquelure. Feet for a white man to allow passage. The red hand turns and feet Fresh red human paint plummets from a knife gripped by black gloves. A camera pans up. Cowlings opens the driver door. Police sirens wail. An audience claps. I ascend the stairway to
105 receiving the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. ENOUGH! Sheâ€™s reached the exit signs. Another woman to leave your life and dissipate! provides that youâ€™ll never live. Neglectful of the nondescript Aphrodite looking... at you...through you. You canâ€™t have a simple meal I for You .
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