Goosebumps

Rahel Rahel is one of the main protagonists of the story. It was quite easier to understand Rahel because in the novel, we see the world through her eyes. Estha and Rahel’s younger personalities were complimentary like peanut butter and jelly. Estha was more practical and serious while Rahel can’t sit still most of the time, she has an active imagination. She seems to exist in a version of reality that is only hers. Her imagination is different from Estha. She has a more childlike imagination…

I chose a song that everyone knows about but no one really listens to this genre and song a lot; it is “3 Little Birds” by the one and only, Bob Marley. It is one of the best, if not the best, songs from the 80’s. The reggae guru couldn’t have delivered this masterpiece any other way. Lets break it down into two parts: the lyrics and the background score. The lyrics of “3 Little Birds” promote a positive and uplifting outlook towards things/people when you listen to it, and Bob Marley’s voice…

The early morning sun peeks over the Seattle mountains and through the tall evergreens, the light reaching for every material within its grasp, illuminating the once dim street. On this bright May morning, the light stretches toward the window belonging to Gwen Kennicott. Within the next few seconds the light has cast a shadow through her blinds and onto the grey walls. On an ordinary day, the light trickling through her window wouldn’t have stirred her, but this was no ordinary day. The 18th…

There were phenomenal shots throughout the film that gave me goosebumps, and the smooth editing of them together just made it even better. The film was cast perfectly, Keisha Castle-Hughes was Paikea, and when I say that, I mean she was perfect for the role, I couldn’t even tell she was acting. Niki Caro could not have…

won't mess with your body too much, but it will twist your mind in half.” The Giver warned. Jonas felt his mind shift, he was in a place he had never seen before. He lay on top of an old squeaky bed. Dirty cement walls surrounded him. Tiny goosebumps rose on Jonas’ arm as a cool breeze chilled his skin. Footsteps pounded down the hallway outside of the rusty cage door. A broad man in a uniform yelled unwittingly, “Get up! Time for breakfast! No messing around, get to the cafeteria. I'm…

This dark romance of Fly By Night is placed in the midst of the 1965 blackout that affected areas in the northeast, most notably, New York, known as . A love triangle is set out between two sisters finding their way in New York city, and a man trying to get by after the recent passing of his mother. A total of 7 characters created an entangled web that forces them all to cross paths which lead to love, death, and the mysteries of what could have been. Walking through the doors to the pre-show…

Who’s Funeral? As the beautiful day came to an end, the night fall came with and when it came the mist from the swamp came through surrounding everything near impossible to see. Everything dark, mere pitch black but only the light of the mansion that lied there peaked from the blanket of shadows you were suffocated in. The lights start to draw you in, no where else to go, you come closer seeing a path to the two big doors ahead. As you stand in front of the doors you feel guilt and sorrow in…

It was a night like most others in the abandoned ghost town. All I saw was darkness and shadows creeping around every corner. I heard the howls of coyotes and the hooting of owls through the midnight air. The whistling wind rang the rusty, wind chimes dangling from the old run-downed mansion. The sign above read “Muddy Creek Manor”. I was only seventeen years old when I first seen it. Everyone use to go there to hang out. It was a beautiful place. A few years ago, I came back to reminisce but…

The traces in my mind of my life in Tennessee escaped my thoughts as the salt water breeze took them away. The blankets of snow, that I once knew, turned into white grains of sand that coated the steps of every shop and the bright green blades of grass were now blue curves of water that left me in a trance with every movement. Each house by the shore was painted a different bright color and was home to a collection of beach related trinkets, including broken shells, used as decor, and sand…

their own stories and their own reasons to be there at that time. Even though I have obviously always known that we are all human and do human things, it scared me to think about the crazy lives we all live without most people knowing. It gave me goosebumps to…