Stories are a funny thing. For all the talk us writers speak of building strong narratives and honing our craft, it’s strange to remember that our efforts are only half the equation to an audience falling in love with a story. The other half is…
Chapter 7: Great Expectations ♒ ♑ ♐ ♏ ♎ ♍ ♌ ♋ ♊ ♉ ♈ ♓ “My, you’ve improved.” Eleanor ignored the compliment and lunged the tip of her blade forward. It was parried away with childlike ease. A single strand of strawberry…
Description: We, the Heberts, are a four person middle class family from the small town of Scituate Massachusetts, consisting of a myself, two parents who’d been public school teachers all their lives, and Theresa. Our public high school had a reputation of churning out bright…
Stories are a funny thing. For all the talk us writers speak of crafting narratives and honing our craft, it’s strange to remember that our efforts are only half the equation to an audience falling in love with a story. The other half is the…
I have two different ideas for our Corona-virus related posts. One is a more standard exploration of how this isolation with my close family has effected my day to day, specifically through the lense of the food we’ve been eating. My other idea is how…
Interview with Bruce Wilson -by Robert Hebert On a Thursday afternoon in the university’s Still-water lab in Boardman hall I found one Bruce Wilson, twenty-one year old senior student and New Media Major, hard at work on his capstone project. The project? An unnamed…
The future is a daunting prospect, one that no one is ever able to quite stop worrying about. For the longest stretch of my life the future meant one word: College [aesop_parallax height=”400px” img=”http://jolineblais.net/nmd343/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/college-pennant.jpg” parallaxbg=”on” parallaxspeed=”2″ caption=”Nervous sweating intensifies” captionposition=”bottom-left” lightbox=”off” floater=”off” floaterposition=”left” floaterdirection=”none”…
[aesop_parallax height=”600px” img=”http://jolineblais.net/nmd343/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/a-flashlight-shines-on-the-walls-of-a-dark-cave_41pmw6l3__F0000.png” parallaxbg=”on” parallaxspeed=”3″ captionposition=”bottom-left” lightbox=”off” floater=”off” floaterposition=”left” floaterdirection=”none” overlay_revealfx=”off”] When the sun was sunken, he set out to visit The lofty hall-building, how the Ring-Danes had used it For beds and benches when the banquet was over. Then he found there reposing…
