Imperial March: Dreamcatcher
Yes, I’m aware that it’s April now, but here’s a little (well, the only) leftover from Imperial March. What’s that again, you ask? I’ll just go ahead and quote myself when I explained it back in 2014:
Yes, I’m aware that it’s April now, but here’s a little (well, the only) leftover from Imperial March. What’s that again, you ask? I’ll just go ahead and quote myself when I explained it back in 2014:
As everything becomes busier and more dramatic here at #BeingGwen, it’s time for everyone to get to know the Cast and Crew – and this week, it’s my turn to be interviewed.
Gwen? Who the **** is Gwen? Glad you asked, and let me quickly introduce you. The Insignificance of Being Gwendolen is a transmedia project I am currently involved in, so I’ll just take a few minutes to give you a quick sign that I’m still alive because the blog has suffered a lot due to end-of-the-semester stress and I…
It is March again and, just like last year, that means that it’ll be a month of productivity and villainy – at least in planning, we’ll see how that works out in practice with everything going on at university… But most of the newer followers will be confused now and go, ‘What the heck?’ Do…
This is a little something I’ve written as a goodbye present for one of my professors, although she hasn’t received it yet; it’ll be put nicely into a little book and sent to her next month, but because of some requests from friends I’ve decided to already publish it here. Disclaimer: Any similarities to real…
The maid smiled shyly as she retreated. She stopped by the door and blushed. “I am so sorry,” she said, casting her eyes on the floor. “I hope everything is to your satisfaction.” Shane raised the corners of his lips into a smirk to indicate his amusement. She didn’t know enough to be freaked out,…
I’m a little late with this; after all, Imperial March is over since last Sunday already. But I wanted to take a few minutes to give a short evaluation of it, and of my state of creativity after this month. Recap: What was Imperial March about? It was about celebrating villainy/villainous characters/creepy things together with…
[Written in Merrion Square Park, Dublin, after getting inspiration from the Oscar Wilde statue ;)] The water boiler made a gurgling sound, drowning the silence that had taken over the small, homely kitchen. Shane turned it off and poured water in the two identical cups – green, with small flowers around the rim. He then…
[Written in Dún Laoghaire, Ireland, following up on the last entry] The officer stared down at him. He had stood up sometime during the interrogation – to intimidate him, Shane presumed. He seemed more agitated and frustrated by the minute. Not because Shane denied anything; because he so casually confessed everything. “You’re not denying that…
[This is what comes out of listening to inspiring music instead of studying for Stylistics – precisely this, this, and this. I wanted to make more out of this story, but I can’t afford to procrastinate any more at the time being – I’m intrigued, though, so I think I’ll definitely take up this story…