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SNOW WHITE IN CENTRAL PARK CAST OF CHARACTERS SNOW WHITE..........................................................College Student/Hopeful Model QUEEN........................................................................................Top Modeling Judge VOICES OF DWARFS..............................................................Snow White's Agents NIGHT JOGGER...........................................................................Top NY Executive TIME: PRESENT DAY. SETTING: Modeling Contest in Central Park, NYC. The contest is an outdoors event. Various types of women have formed a line leading to the judging area. A panel of ju

Tower to Immortality My door begins to shake from the nightly wind, Waking me to objects that twirl and spin. This darkened veil reveals my fears within, Hearing total silence I'm blind to all sin. I slowly wait for light to return to my eyes, But my candle breaks and suddenly flies. Voices increase in pitch as I see my door sink, Darkness falls before I have time to blink. A corridor widens and extends past my sight, Where torches covered in black stone ignite. A crimson carpet splashes upon my dress, As I gradually climb past statues that bless. I look behind to see roses growing forever overhead, Spreading and forming a tangl

Carpathian MNTNS I see the Carpathians, toppling castle floors, Cool, crisp, clean, unadorned. Created in fog, rolling liquid, forevermore. A chopping, a crushing blow to peace, Transforms my BPM Into a Death-note feast. Below, the Forest ripples, chained. Soil vibrates, I laugh no more. I wish to laugh, and smile, And think, deeply. Somehow this should not be so. Nothing laughs, above or below, But a breath-lifting fog Tips the Earth back, and rightly so. The whispers of the Sky vault, Hover, yet stand alone. I taste the screams of God, I feel His eyes, and rightly so. All the mirrors in this Hall Could not shine light upo

Gaelic Laptop Originally Appearing in Issue #2 Sphere Literary Magazine As I close my eyes, With the peak of the highlands Slipping further away. My laptop stills my hand, Artificial life, Communication cursing the heart, As my eyes stay in one place. My voice doesn't carry across, Too close to waves pounding Overhead. I text you within minutes, Wishing Gaelic was a language Option, between us, at least Once. Someday. The white chapel is ready, blossoming Flowers lining a sacred walk, As I wait and record the motions Of the sky, like a Druid, searching For truth. For seasonal life. Then The chapel appears, blurry on Map Q

Isle of My Heart The sky shines like diamonds, I feel a breeze on my face. The green landscape bursts of limestone, I see only you in this place. Here my ancestors come to life, A passion long lost. Where old castles scream of strife, I can see only you as the light. I hear an angel calling me, Its' voice echoes past the sea. Between light and mist I'm free, With only you to guide me. Frozen statues reach out, Reminding me of eternity. I try to run and hide, Returning only to your side. Night and day intertwine, Stars start swirling before my eyes. A chill leaves my senses blind, While you embrace me for the last time.