A neo-noir dystopian (NND) film is a twisted and very dark point of view in a movie about a place or time in which everything is unpleasant. It can sometimes be a genre within a genre, which sets the movie apart from other forms of films. The day after I learned two more of my…

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” is a misquote based on a passage from ‘The Mourning Bride,’ a play by William Congreve. But Franklin wasn’t thinking about that as Satan stabbed him from behind with his pitchfork, forcing him into the pit of screaming tortured souls, while carrying the clay jar of water.…

He was the quiet one. It wasn’t because he was shy, rather it was because he’d rather watch what was going on and being said than anything else. That’s how I remember my high school classmate Tom Anderson, who was born in Crescent City, California, June 18, 1960, but passed away April 18, at his home…

They sat in the visitor’s room of the rest folks home where the old man reminisced and the Grandson politely listened. “Yup, the world sure’s a different place today than it was in my day.” All to soon the Grandson said, “I can’t stay any longer Gramps, I gotta date tonight.” “Good for you, kiddo,”…

It’s very hard to breathe at the moment because I’ve been crying so hard. Another friend has passed away and I knew it was happening, but for the want of a few bucks, I couldn’t make the drive to Missoula, Montana to see her one last time. Theresa Anne House passed away at home June…

“It’s nice to get out of the house,” Mom commented. “I know,” Dad responded, “I really do miss our Sunday drives and sight-seeing.” “So,” Junior asked from the back seat, “did you play here as a kid?” “Yes,” his mother answered, “This is where I first met your dad.” “Was that on the Ferris-wheel or…

Body shaking, cold and clammy, heart fluttering fast to slow, he began in all his humanness to feel the slipping away. His mind filling with images, words, so many left unsaid, unwritten, and unseen in all his days before. He knew he couldn’t find the right potion, the spiritual salve to make this life remain…

For the last two days I haven’t spent as much time as I generally do writing. Instead I’ve been doing a lot of reading and when not sitting about with a favorite book, I’ve been catching up on movies I’ve not seen. And as you’ll see, should you continue reading, I’m way, way behind in…

“You’d think after 15-years, I’d have more people reading my stuff,” Dumas complained. “I see bloggers who’ve only been at it a year or two and some have hundred’s of people following their website and dozens of comment’s and ‘likes.’” There was a pause before Jezebeth verbally stabbed him in the heart, “Have you ever thought…

“Send Help,” is all the message read. Mentally, I prepare myself for whatever the challenge. “Life can be so cheap outside the colonies” I think, mounting my Ostrichasaurus, racing out through the gate and onto the open grassy plains. Sadly, I’ve learned there’s a greater danger in not knowing what the danger is, than whatever…