As fall returns, Electric/Eccentric goes on hiatus, Squirrel Academy continues its brand new origin story, and Starlight and Anna Farmer keep chugging along. Thursday, October 3rd- “Issue #8: Hurt House” (Starlight) Tuesday, October 8th- Squirrel Academy! Thursday, October 17th- “Chapter VI: Dog Days” (Anna, Farmer) Tuesday, October 22nd- Squirrel Academy! Thursday, October 31st- “ACC 20/20: […]
Read More ACC 20/20: OctoberLittle oddity Unkempt crease in a smooth sea, Lonely blue black shade.
Read More Haiku: PeculiarityAnna’s father remained upset with her for a day, and then two days, and by the third, it was clear that she had gravely wounded him. Ever since the ill-fated meeting with Uncle Sam, Mr. McDermott had retreated back into his paperwork, pushing papers and running facts and figures with such an intensity that when […]
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Read More Quiz: Which “The Valley Chronicles: Tempest” Genre Do You Belong In?In Junior Year of High School, in the midst of our school production of The Little Mermaid, I had the questionable idea to produce a webseries. By the Summer, I’d recruited Cristin von Schlag as my co-showrunner. After over a year of hellish prepro, unexpected filming delays, and last minute emergencies, two premiered on my […]
Read More Opinion: Why two Season Two Failed, and What It Taught MeStarlight is a series I started writing for fun in 2016, written in the “style” of a comic book. As such, this is not my best writing, but it’s something I had fun doing. Cad (Narration): So, it’s game day. Game night? Whatever. We open at Ridge Hill High’s stadium, night. A sizable crowd has gathered to watch a football game between the Ridge Hill Hawkeyes and the Inlet […]
Read More Starlight #7: Foul PlayBlue-black bays at the bright moon. Together we-who-are-one walk towards the sky. Restless, we wish for wisps of senseless joy. Bright-black begs for a sharper contrast. Alone, I-who-am-many make do with the stars I have. Lonely, I long for songs of yesterday.
Read More Poem: Midnight
