

A moviescript endingSometimes, she closes her eyes and behind her eyelids, she is standing on a building. The sun is setting, blood on a canvas of light blue. She stands at the edge, looking down on all those people, those cars. Her breath is quick and shallow, her heart races beneath her blouse. Her hair blows in the wind, each strand coming to life. Walking backwards, she feels nothing. Falling to her knees, she feels nothing. Blank eyes, blank mind, heavy heart. She stands to run, readying herself. She wonders, momentarily, if anyone has noticed her, there on that twenty story building, ready to end it all. She wonders whether if someone noticed her, would thA moviescript ending


Manic ExpressiveHe lives his life in the basement of his father's house, with a half broken amp and a guitar that was his brothers.Manic Expressive
He spends hours, humming to himself, playing songs that no one cares to remember these days. The basement smells of leather, mildew, and unwashed sheets. His socks don't match, and when he feels the world slipping away, he cuts out chunks of blonde hair, picks away at his skin, pulls out his eyelashes.
When things start to drop away, and every sound on earth consumes him, and the voices on television are white noise, and the voices on the radio are white noise, and the sound of his father's new wife screaming at hi


The NamingHer beauty would have been legendary, if there had been anyone to tell of her beauty. Her skin was of bark, vines twisted and turned up her body, with little flowers that bloomed as she smiled. Her eyes were the liquid azure blue of warm ocean water, that sparkled in the light, her hair was moss green, falling down to the small of her back. She walked across the earth, whispering words of love and creating life in every footstep.The Naming
Sole, he watched this beautiful woman, this lone girl on young, desolate planet. He fell in love with her over time, standing by as she walked, grass and small trees sprouting where she stood
| I'm Alexandra. I live in a little unpainted house nesting in East Vancouver. I believe that who you are defines what you do. I believe that chaos is beauty and that people pay far too little attention to the sky. I fall in love with the world everyday and I intend to continue doing this until I die. |