Supernova
The Swan Song of an Aging Starlet
Emboldened once more to theatrical rage, she grips the tabloid at the kitchen table, shaking and twisting her fingers until the paper rips like bloody butchers' wrap in a mongrel's jaws
"Cowards, unscrupulous cowards." Through gritted teeth she curses the journalists with the gall to claim her career has long circled the drain
Luscious auburn waves have morphed to cascades of silver, sea glass green eyes taking on a milky hue, but the firecracker still lives on within
Immortalized forevermore on film and in the hearts of millions, but only in a singular form, only in one stage of a cycle - could that be all they wanted?
Pallid and insulted, she sets down the paper, and as she glances at the wallpaper, she notices a tear in the marigold pattern
Sirenized once upon a time ago by the same media who winces at and bemoans every new line and spot upon her face, despite these being the obvious trophies of a life well-lived; she stands from her chair
Empyrean fury courses through her veins, a flood of animosity circling around a spark of clarity as she grabs a lighter and storms out the front door, car keys in hand.
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S. C. Almanzar
I am a graduate student studying anthropology and have been writing creatively for almost 20 years. I love new takes on alternative history, especially when there are fantasy or supernatural elements included.
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Krampabout 7 hours ago in Wander
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These lines are full of emotion and intensity, and I really liked "Luscious auburn waves have morphed to cascades of silver" S.C.! A lovely way to show the passing of time.
Gripping. Nice.