Nightimers Limousine Dream (ScreenPlay, Work In Progress) By: Jesus Diaz

EXT. ROSE – NIGHT

A rose in front of a dark and grayish background with a sliver of golden liquid slowly dripping from it. (in black and white filter, with only the golden liquid being in color.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)

Some say that at a time in ones own life, love is seen throughout the complexities of the human body–for some there is one in the world that can only exist for them.

FADE TO:

The bottom of the flower is not visible in a close up shot, the black and white filter remains the same and pedals slowly begin to fall off.

NARRATOR (V.O.)

This is an ideal that begins to take over many of the zeitgeist in one’s teenage year. For most, this is a concept that only exists for those in teenage years, but sadly for some the ideals and beliefs never leave their mind.

CUT TO:

INT. LIMOUSINE – NIGHT

An eye-level shot of the limousine window, the limousine is moving normally. The outside world is a visible mountain range with a few slight buildings very visible.

NARRATOR (V.O.)

In most cases, this creates a dissemblance in one’s mind on what the concept of love may become.-

Suddenly, a shadow figure passes through the limousine, barely visible.

NARRATOR (CONT’D) (V.O.)

In some cases, a room in one’s mind may not truly be finished. No matter how intelligent the individual may be, beyond their thoughts of love. Beyond their thoughts of intimate-sexual desires.

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Change

By Hannah Criss

Change comes gradually at least that’s what you’re taught or what you think or experience growing up.

The slow changing of the seasons.

Or the way you slowly grow till you can barely remember the days when you couldn’t see above the kitchen counter.

Or the new wrinkles you begin to notice on your once young families faces.

But not all change is so forgiving, not all change can give you warning like the slow rise in temperatures alerting us to a much bigger change coming.

Some change is sudden like the rain pouring on a supposedly sunny day.

Some change comes like a lightning strike leaving you blinded for a moment by the white filling your room.

For some, change is the announcement of a move across the world.

For some, change is a divorce so sudden you’re packing your bags that night.

For some, change is a death that shakes the foundations of your moral compass and your soul.

For some, change is such a unique experience you can’t describe what changed to your friends, because maybe you changed.

Everyone experiences change, change is the foundation of our lives, change is the difference between Monday and Tuesday, change is what makes you unique, change is why you cry and why you rejoice. 

Some changes are painful and sharp like a stab wound.

Some changes are painful in the way they leave a dull ache or a reminder like a blister every time you take a step. 

Some changes are beautiful like the shift of the sun during dusk as the stars peak over the horizon. 

But for all, change is scary.

Change means leaving behind old things and letting in the new, the unique, the horrifying. 

And a lot of times that means a new you, with new emotions, new experiences, and sometimes even a new personality that leaves you feeling so different it’s almost impossible to recall your past selves thoughts.

Some may look back sadly and wonder why you changed because after all we grow attached to people who stick around including ourselves.

But it’s natural like the adaptation of animals you too will change like the shift from fish to reptile you too must grow and take the risk of evolving for something better.

Not every year will you be the same as you’re shifted by change, and the new you may make mistakes but those mistakes are what made you and what will form and shape another new yous choices in the future.

You can’t stop the shifting in your soul or the new emotions and experiences controlling your mind.

But you can control how you let it in.

Learn to accept all change because even if you don’t, it’ll happen anyway. Open your arms to change and rejoice in its beauty and the new chances and perspective it gives you.

Branson M.O

By Jesus L. Diaz

INT. Meade high school — day

We see the view of a high school hallway through the lens of a wrinkly dinky digital iPhone camera. Tracking down the walls in a singular continuous shot with small sounds of wind in the background.

A BENCH

Sits gazing outside the bright window with lights shining down on it.

A STAIRWELL

Sits still with no life left on it other than the view of dust costing on by its steps.

A CLASSROOM DOOR

Sits decorated and still with no life on it.

We see a teacher teaching a class, unable to be heard by the audience.

Cut to:

INT. Meade high classroom — moments later

We see a teacher sitting at their desk occupied away from their work through the eyes of an iPhone camera once more. The person holding the iPhone camera we see through is JAY-JAY (18). A shaggy haired high schooler with something to hide, and not yet much of his character to be understood.

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Blue

Blue,

The color of the sky.

Blue,

The color of the ocean.

Blue,

The color of eyes.

Blue,

The color of sadness.

Blue,

The color of peace.

Blue,

The color of tranquility.

Blue.

By: Stephanie Fernandez W.

inspired by “Sympathy is a Knife”by Charli XCX

by Janaya Anokye

A girl thinking she can outdo me

figuring out the space to get my

anger out of me, my vulnerabilities

tell me to keep up just to spit my

resentment to grudge over can’t

stand above in all parts of my

body across to the side, confused

to cut like blood drips to the floor

fearing the unpleasant sense of space

of hope when it ends clockwise to

the bottom room turns around, my body

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