There’s this moth – it wore its wings like a pretty, white dress. It found love with a dingy, dirty lightbulb. Sticking to it, bashing its head in, revolving around it like it had no[…]
Tag: illusion
Polished Personal Response–Swept Under the Rug
~ Creative response to the visual “Waited” by Clive Smith, deriving inspiration from the image of the rug in order to explore the constraints that fearful circumstances can have on an individual. These constraints can then[…]
Painting By Night
What do these texts suggest about an individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Dancer” with connections based on the imagery of darkness and light to represent[…]
Feminism in Pride and Prejudice – A Boy’s Perspective
Pride and Prejudice. A romantic satire in which many women find sanctuary (or used to anyway). I can safely say that, among these days, I feel that feminism has been achieved. I believe this book[…]
Quixotry As it Dies
Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the significance of idealism and truth in an individual’s life. (Polished Critical) Aspiring to our ideals is instinctual. Idealism – the forming[…]
Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air
She held her breath in a room full of air. She was determined to prove she could control her body, because she was afraid to be a slave to the flesh and bone construct that[…]
When to Trust
Trust is a very fragile thing, it takes time to build and can be broken in seconds. In modern society, it would be foolish to completely trust everyone. These days there are just too many people[…]
Voices In my Head
Just recently got accepted to volunteer at the Distress Centre Calgary. I had to go through training about what to do while on the lines. Anyways while I was in training I thought of writing[…]
My Sea
My sea is layered and lively, a collection of every part of me and unrestrained in the candor of its being. My sea is me. Their sea is surface and simple, a fraction of the[…]
Evancescence
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts[…]