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The Fall: The Art of the Innocent Narrative

PROMPT: Film Review Competition 2019

    “You always stop at the same part, when it's very beautiful. Interesting.” -Alexandria, The Fall

    Sometimes, when browsing Netflix, one becomes overwhelmed with the sheer volume of shows and movies and subpar stand-up comedy specials to pick from. There are individual sections for action, romance, and adventure but the true 21st-century consumer doesn’t have the time or patience to watch three entire movies from three separate genres. If only there was a film that fit every genre, that was a...

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Köy

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2018

    It started with the stink of wet hay and eucalyptus swelling from the copper bowl in Seda’s hands. Melek’s breath fluttered against the red duvak, which tented out in front of her, casting a cardinal haze over the assembled women. That’s what they were: women, not friends. Friends wouldn’t be cutting the boards, assembling the gallows under her feet. Each woman dipped her fingers into the pot of henna, their hands turning rusty and stained. In turn, they...

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Köy

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2018

    It started with the stink of wet hay and eucalyptus swelling from the copper bowl in Seda’s hands. Melek’s breath fluttered against the red duvak, which tented out in front of her, casting a cardinal haze over the assembled women. That’s what they were: women, not friends. Friends wouldn’t be cutting the boards, assembling the gallows under her feet. Each woman dipped her fingers into the pot of henna, their hands turning rusty and stained. In turn, they...

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