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Downton Abbey, two sides of a story
By: Agustina Belgrano
Tags: Opinion, Downton Abbey, Series, Review

If you are that kind of person who likes period dramas, you can’t miss Downton Abbey.

This historical TV series is situated in the early 20th century in England, more specifically, the fictional place of Downton Abbey estate. The plot is about the aristocratic Crawly family and the servants who work in the house.

It starts with the news of the sinking of the Titanic, and it shows you all the importants events and changes that took place in that period of time. For instance, the changing of the culture, the jobs, the installation of electricity and the phone.

What most caught my attention is the way the story is told. It shows you two perspectives. On one hand, the world of the rich ones, they have different habits and problems, all them proper to a high society. On the other hand, the help. They have to fulfil their tasks, and at the same time deal with personal life, which is sometimes put behind because of the job. These dual realities combined allow you to see that life can be complex, no matter where you came from.

The cast is stunning. Hugh Bonneville plays the leading role of Robert Crawly, the Earl of Grantham, and Elizabeth McGovern, as Cora Crawley, his wife. The others protagonists of the story are their daughters, Lady Mary, Lady Edith and Lady Sybill, the three of them all dispructive young women in their own ways. Finally, I have to mention the great Maggie Smith, as Robert’s mother.

It is filmed mostly in the countryside of England, so naturally, the views are visually dazzling.

I’ve watched all the seasons really fast. I guarantee that the story would be really appealing for those who love both historical and romantic novels.
Christmas In London: A New Beginning Part 2
By: Megan Arangure, Weber
Tags: Short Story, Christmas, Original, Series, London

Christmas markets, food, and snow galore!

As the week came to an end and the weekend began, Kennedy woke up to a fresh snowfall outside as she drank her tea and stared out her front window. Today was the day that she and Greyson were going to go to “Winter Wonderland” in Hyde Park. Christmas markets were not as popular of an event in the U.S. as they were in the UK and Kennedy was so excited to be able to experience a proper Christmas market. Kennedy spent the next half an hour sitting by her fireplace watching the snowfall. Even though she had been in London for a year and had seen it snow many times now, she still couldn’t get over how beautiful the snow was, especially when it was falling.

Greyson came to pick Kennedy up around 10 am, so they could get a taxi to Hyde Park for the Christmas Market. “Are you ready to go?” he said as she opened her door and let him in.

“I’m so excited to go. Let me just grab my bag.” Kennedy said as she grabbed her coat and bag. They walked out the door together. After they walked for a few minutes and reached the street corner, they waited until a taxi stopped and picked them up. “Hyde Park please,” Greyson said as they closed the door and the driver drove off into the still falling snow.

The Christmas market was an array of small shops, food booths, games, and rides. It just had the amazing feel of Christmas in the air. Kennedy was in awe of the market as she and Greyson stepped out of the taxi. As Kennedy and Greyson walked around, they tried so many of the different foods. Kennedy absolutely loved the Nutella and banana crepe that Greyson bought her. There were so many different Christmas themed hot drinks, that Kennedy didn’t know what to do with them all. There were so many cute little shops that Kennedy couldn’t help but get a few things for her family’s Christmas box that she was sending out to them on Monday.

As their day at the market started to come to a close, the pair stopped at one of those booths with a baseball and plates game. Greyson was able to break all of the plates and he won Kennedy a cute stuffed Christmas dog. Kennedy hugged the dog closely, hand intertwined with Greyson, as they walked back out towards the street to catch a taxi back to Kennedy’s flat. After Greyson had left, Kennedy chose to have a relaxing night. She made a cup of hot cocoa, turned the TV on, and relaxed with the fire lit while she watched a Christmas movie.

Stay tuned for the next episode to see how Kennedy and Greyson spend their Christmas. Will there be a special present for Kennedy under the tree this year?
Christmas In London: A New Beginning Part 4
By: Megan Arangure, Weber
Tags: London Real, Short Story, Christmas, Original, Series

It’s going to be an amazing year!

Kennedy barely slept on Christmas Eve because she was just so happy. She had just gotten engaged to Greyson, his family was here, her family was here, and most importantly they all got to spend an amazing Christmas together. By the time morning came, Kennedy’s face hurt from smiling so much. She never would have thought that her Christmas would be this magical. Kennedy knew that Christmas was a special time of year and there was some Christmas magic, but this was so much more than that. It was the best Christmas that she had ever had and she was not expecting everyone to come.

Christmas morning came and Kennedy and her family exchanged traditions with Greyson and his family as they gathered around the fire, told stories, laughed, and had a proper Christmas together. Greyson was so happy to see how happy Kennedy was with both of their families. He was so happy that these were the people that were going to be his family and that Kennedy was the wonderful woman who was going to be his wife. They all had a fun and relaxing Christmas day and even went out and played in the snow for a little bit. Their families were going to be staying through New Years' before they headed back to the states.

Kennedy and Greyson wanted to show their families around London, so throughout the next week they were there, they traveled all throughout London. They took them to Hyde Park, Big Ben, and of course Cuckoo Coffee. Greyson and Kennedy made sure to have their own coffee dates throughout the week as well. The past week had gone by so fast that it was already New Year’s Eve.

Kennedy, Greyson, and their families went out and had a lovely night out. Their families went back to the hotel after dinner to rest and get ready to leave the next night. Greyson and Kennedy stayed out and went on a walk and ended up at Tower Bridge. It was almost midnight.

“Greyson, thank you so much for this past week. It was so lovely to meet your family and spend time with them and my family. The best thing though was getting engaged to you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Kennedy said as they watched the lights twinkle on the water.

“Kennedy, there is no one else who I would rather spend the rest of my life with. I never would have thought that a simple hot cocoa replacement would lead me to find the love of my life.” Greyson said as he stared at Kennedy with the same look Flynn gives Rapunzel during the lantern festival in “Tangled”. Greyson and Kennedy stared into each other’s eyes and as the city lit up and the clock struck twelve, they kissed. They hugged as they watched the lights and started down the new road of their life together.
You’re too Sweet| Part 3
By: Renae Nicole
Tags: Flash Fiction, Fiction, Storytelling, Series, Romance

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The sauce boils over as I sat at the kitchen table staring at the one wedding photo on the wall. About two in the morning, I take the frame off the wall, bring it outside, and run over it with the lawnmower.

A week later, I’m on the couch, recovering from food poisoning. I throw up multiple times before calling Becky. She comes over to try to soothe me, bringing me saltines and sparkling water. Becky calls the restaurants I had been to in the past week to ask about other food poisonings but comes up empty-handed.

Lying on the couch with a cool washcloth on my forehead, Becky rubs my feet. We discuss movies, one of my favorite subjects, when she asked, “When was your last period?”

“Um. Well, I think should have got it four days ago.”

“Four days ago.”

“Yeah, it’s the seventh right? I should have got it about the third. I must be late.”

“Four days ago.”

I laugh, “Are you broken? Why do you keep-“ I gasp.

“We have to go to the drug store!” Becky barks as she throws my feet off the couch.

She runs to get my shoes and twenty minutes later we sit on the floor of the drug store bathroom, both staring relentlessly at the pregnancy test. As the lines began to form, I throw up again. I flash into a stall and let go of my saltines.

Becky screams, “Pregnant!”

I broke into a cold sweat. “I, but I…”

Becky holds my hands and jumps up and down. I think I’m going to hurl on her. She talks a million miles an hour. About cribs and colors and names. She wants to be the godparent.

I start to cry.

Then Becky stops talking and she wraps her arms around me, gently putting my head on her shoulder. She starts to hum. I cry into her shoulder for a long time.

“Marne, you have to tell him.”

“I don’t know if I can.” I manage.

“But you have to tell him.”

I sniff. “I sent him divorce papers.”

And I start crying all over again. Becky holds me more fiercely now as if to protect me. This time she begins to sing, Great is Thy Faithfulness, an old hymn. When she is done, I hurl in the toilet one more time and the manager knocks on the door, saying the store is closing in fifteen minutes.

Two weeks later, I sit in a doctor’s office and the doctor tells me that I am pregnant.

Two more weeks later, I sit in a law office and the lawyer tells me he has the papers ready.

Two more weeks later, I sit in the same law office and sign those divorce papers. Jace sits on the other side of the huge conference table, with no emotion as he also signs.

Seven months later, I give birth to a healthy little boy, whom I named after my grandfather, Marvin. His last name is my maiden name and no one argues with me.

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Christmas In London: A New Beginning
By: Megan Arangure, Weber
Tags: Originality, Short Story, Christmas, Series, London

It’s been a year, but Christmas love is in the air again!

Almost a year had passed since Kennedy and Greyson had met in “Cuckoo Coffee.” Over the past year, they had started dating and a lot of their dates took place at “Cuckoo Coffee.” But they also took the time to go and explore with each other. Kennedy had never traveled so much before in her life. They went everywhere from Ireland to Italy and even to France. It was Christmas time again and Kennedy’s flat was completely different than last year. Every inch was festive and ready for Christmas. She had even bought a proper tree for this year.

Christmas was just around the corner again as Greyson and Kennedy started planning what they were going to do. There were so many things they could do this time of year, but one of the main things that Kennedy wanted to do was go to a Christmas Market. When Kennedy told Greyson this, he knew exactly where to take her. They went to “Winter Wonderland” in Hyde Park.

“Kennedy, there is a great Christmas Market that we can go to this weekend in Hyde Park. You will love it.”

He said when they were sitting in “Cuckoo Coffee” planning their weekend.

“That’s amazing! Greyson, I think this Christmas is going to be even better than last year!” Kennedy said with a smile on her face as she took a sip of her peppermint hot chocolate.

Little did Kennedy know, this was truly going to be an amazing Christmas.

As they sat at their usual table sipping their drinks, both Kennedy and Greyson looked at each other, at different points, so the other didn’t see. In the warm light of the coffee shop, they both knew that they had found their person. As usual, they stayed at their table talking and laughing until “Cuckoo Coffee” closed. As they walked back towards Kennedy’s flat, a light snow started to fall as they walked closer to each other, hands clasped together.

When they reached Kennedy’s flat, Greyson walked her to her door and gave her a kiss goodnight. “Have a wonderful night.” He said after he had kissed her. Kennedy watched Greyson walk off as little snowflakes fell and rested on the trees and ground. She went inside and started a fire and proceeded to sit in her windowsill and watch as the snow fell and covered the world in white. This was going to be Kennedy’s second white Christmas and her second Christmas in London. She still missed her family, but deep down inside she knew that this Christmas was going to be easier than last year, especially since she had Greyson.

Stay tuned for the next episode to see Greyson and Kennedy at the Christmas Market. As well as, to see what special surprises that this Christmas season might hold for Kennedy.
Un corazón empedrado
By: Jesús Villaverde Sánchez
Tags: Análisis, The Investigation, Series, Kim Wall, Tobias Lindholm

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Thinking Out Loud #9: Vacation
By: Joseph M. Learned
Tags: Casual, Diary, Series, Thinking Out Loud, Mental Health

I just got back from my vacation. I took a trip to North Carolina with my fiancée. We stopped in Asheville (lovely), made our way to Blowing Rock (also lovely), and concluded our trip quite literally in flames.

Overall, the trip was great. It got us out of our comfort zone broke up our daily routines of work-rest-work-rest (not the healthiest lifestyle, mentally or physically).

We had lots of beautiful landscape views. Rippling mountains, patches of snow (and one time, flurries — as someone who was raised in Florida, this was awesome to see in real life).

If you’re one of my more passionate followers, then you may have noticed I haven’t posted in a while. This was because I had a total of zero wifi access throughout my trip. Refreshing, but not exactly productive.

However, there exists a particular fallacy.

Productivity does not have to be based on monetary or professional gain. These means of productivity do have their value. They allow you to live more comfortably in our modern world, and they could potentially provide positive internal and external reinforcement.

However, this can easily become an obsession. Rewards release dopamine. Any sort of dopamine release can trigger the same part of your brain that is responsible for addiction.

Our own mental health is (I would argue) the most important aspect of our lives. If our mental health drops, then no other part of our lives will matter. Our professional lives could reach ‘zero’, but it is still possible to lead a happy life.

In fact, it’s very possible.

I did this by going on vacation.
How Do I Decide What Netflix Series are Appropriate for my Children?
By: Tobias Kultiman
Tags: Netflix, Parenting, Manchester, Series

There’s no getting away from it, we live in an age where children have access to all sorts of technology and with that comes so much access to TV and film. My wife and I do our best to protect our two children who are 11 and 14 by putting certain blocks on their phones and all devices in the house when it comes to adult content but it’s hard to know where to draw the line with Netflix series for example.

Just to paint a picture: My 11-year wanted to watch the series How to Get Away with Murder and he told me that he had seen the first two episodes already but on sitting down watching it with him I became very unsure that it was suitable for his age group. It wasn’t as if the show was graphic in what is representing but it definitely was in in the adult realm. In knowing that kids today probably will view these types of series one way or another a lot younger than I was able to or allowed to, does it mean that I should be ok with my 11-year old watching this series? I don’t want to suddenly lock him out of Netflix and become a strict parent because he is a good kid and he definitely knows what not to watch. My gut is telling me to protect him from as much as possible for as long as possible but even if he doesn’t have access to these types of series at home, his friends certainly do so is it better for me to sit down and watch something like that with him instead of him watching it alone or with his friends?

Things have certainly changed since I was a child and rules around prime time TV have changed too. I just wanted to gauge what other parents feel about this and if they have a set answer, and, if so, why did you come to that conclusion. Thank you.

Tobias, Manchester.
La poesía del abismo
By: Antonio Sánchez Marrón
Tags: HBO, Análisis, Euphoria, Series, Sam Levinson

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#1 Part 2
By: Aishwarya Iyer
Tags: Series, Short Story, Novella In Progress, Anthology

Girish’s wife had died three years ago because of bone marrow cancer. He loved his wife dearly. They had met when she was an 18-yr old college student and he was a 22 -yr old teaching assistant. His wife had enrolled in a master’s programme in the same university because she had fallen in love with Girish. After 35 years of being with her, he had to let her go. He had two children who had gone to the US for a PhD but never returned. They still didn’t have a citizenship but they preferred the high standard of living of an immigrant rather than the low standard of living of a citizen in this country. Girish never told them to come back either, because as the years had gone by he had come closer to his wife and grown more distant with his children. He was not a bitter person. They called him every once in a while and he was glad about that.

Girish did not believe in routines. He woke up every morning and did what he pleased. He loved cooking and innovated something new every day. A lot of his time was spent painting, something he had done all his life. There were many places where he met his friends- the park, golf club and at the seminars he was invited to for lectures. His wife had been dead for five years and it was becoming difficult for him to get by every night alone in his house. His wife was a good listener. Unlike most women, she never complained that he did not share his life with her because he did.

He got to know about dating websites through his grandson, Roshan who would often video call with him since they were both interested in fine art. When Girish asked him where he met his date, he was surprised to find that his grandson was an avid user of dating apps. Roshan told him that it was pretty common for older folks to use it too but he was not sure about India. So Girish downloaded it because he was not someone who would overthink things. He matched with Sarita when he was cooking his dinner. He would normally watch TV or read a book while eating but that evening he chatted with her. She was unlike his late wife but he did not want to be reminded of someone who was long gone. He had seen her during his Yoga class but had never got the opportunity to speak to her. She was not one of the most chatty ones.

The next day when he saw her, he smiled assuming that she would remember him too. But she seemed more awkward than expected. He thought that it would be best to give her some time to open up to him. So after he went home, he decided that he won’t write to her unless she does so as to not make her uncomfortable. She saw him during Yoga class for two days but did not write back. On the third day, his phone buzzed in the evening- “Hello Girish, how are you?” Immediately he responded “Good evening Saritaji. Nice to hear from you.” That evening they spoke for two hours and stopped only because it was past both their bedtimes.

TO BE CONTINUED…
艾蜜莉在巴黎 Memo
By: Frank A.K.A 複水
Tags: Series, 影集, 筆記, Memo

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Start-Up 我的新創時代 Memo
By: Frank A.K.A 複水
Tags: Series, 影集, 筆記, Memo

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Marvel Studios: Όλες οι νέες σειρές που έρχονται τα επόμενα χρόνια
By: Christos Arfanis
Tags: Marvel Series, Disney Investor Day, Series, Marvel Studios, Disney

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Political Theology Livestream — 2020 12 08
Tags: Series, Bardsofwar, Update

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You’re too Sweet | Part 2
By: Renae Nicole
Tags: Flash Fiction, Fiction, Storytelling, Series, Romance

Image via Zodiac Reads

Walking across the parking lot, I see Jace on my curb scrolling through his phone. I clear my throat and he looks up.

“What are you doing here, Jace?” I say a little too harshly.

He stands up, belly jiggling. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Oh.” Jace looks at his shoes. “Just when you got out of my truck…”

We avoid eye contact.

“You’re too sweet.” I cross my arms in front of me.

“What?” Jace looks up, offended.

“Don’t open the door for me.” I shiver. “I mean, you don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You’re mean to Becky.” I rub my hands against my arms.

“Um, yeah. I can fix that.”

“You play too many video games.”

“I agree with you there.” Jace took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders.

“You need a haircut.”

“Done.” He pushes a dark brown curl out of his face.

The wind whistles through the apartment complex and I pull his jacket around me. The smooth lining warms my arms and protects me from the elements. It smells good.

I narrowed my eyes. “You have to…You have to order a salad when I order a salad.”

Jace stares me down. We look at each other for a moment, then he smiles and nods.

The conversation flowed freely after that. We sit on the curb and discuss everything and nothing at all. The next week we met to watch Friends. It takes forever to finish the show, but after watching the series finally, we are dating.

After completing the series twice, we are in love. After the third time, we are engaged and after the fourth, I am walking down the aisle. Becky and Bryon flank Jace, now trim and sexy in his gray suit. At the reception, Becky and Bryon reenact our first date. Becky performs a panic attack like a pro and Bryon reveals that he had texted Jace to tell him to check up on me.

The honeymoon stage lasts years into our marriage until we try to have children. We try and try and try and try. After four years, we finally visit a doctor. The professional diagnosed me with terrible endometriosis.

We cry. Together. Separately. For what felt like forever.

We grow apart. After six years of marriage, Jace and I are great roommates. We discuss adoption, but always end up going in circles and, of late, end up fighting. One day when Jace came home from work, he slunk into the kitchen where I was making supper and says, “I cheated on you.”

I drop the wooden spoon I used to stir the sauce.

“With my co-worker, Joann. I will get my things.” Jace walks upstairs, packs a suitcase, and leaves. The sauce boils over as I sat at the kitchen table staring at the one wedding photo on the wall. About two in the morning, I take the frame off the wall, bring it outside, and run over it with the lawnmower.

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Dream Journal: Dreams that I have Now and Then
Tags: Series, Blog, Dreams

Dream Journal: Dreams that I have Now and Then

// The Night of 12월06일2020년

Live until you are no longer breathing anymore.

For the most part, the vividness and clarity of my dreams in the past month since my very last one haven’t been acknowledged due to the fact that they were all about how encased I was of dreaming about someone’s death. Also, they were not just about someone dying before my eyes — they were literally someone who was already dead — without even seeing how they actually died. My dreams about it sucked off all my motivation to write about my other dreams and the rest of the days of this year had been, somewhat, pecualiar. I was not able to write since I’ve been pondering about those deaths of my dear lost loved ones.

But I think I’m ready to tell you the overall feeling and the experience I had in the most unforgettable dream that occurred that night. I was in a very stormy scene and I hear running water nearby, I believe I was near a cliff that has a waterfall raging with the stormy night. As far as I can remember, I was running through the wet fields and my stream of consciousness flickers as I ran harder against the pelt of the rain’s mild downpour. And then a push came along over my side and then another as it looks like I was a pinball getting pushed in many places.

This is my final moment, I think. I’m about to experience someone’s death all over again. Fall. Fall. Fall. The push led me into midair and I’m actually falling into my death; looking at the dark clouds, the pouring rain, and the waterfall looming and getting bigger over me. And then I hear it, a hard splash as if I was thrown overboard a ship, only this time, I can feel something gushing on the back of my head — the blood came pouring and clouding my vision underwater — slowly deafening me from the noise of the storm over the surface and my body had become a shallow form slowly sinking deep into this abyssal dream.

It’s scary how that dream felt real to me. I can still feel the sensation of the impact at the back of my head. I was scared that this kind of dream would deter my breath if ever I might not find myself waking up afterward. That dream may not really be the actual death of someone I know but I felt the natural taste of how it’s like to fall and tear your body and life apart. I might not like it. But it’s telling me that I should write something about the life you have and the breath you have to dream, yet, of another day to wake up again.
Lo mejor que vimos en el año de la pandemia
By: Somos Jóvenes
Tags: Somos Jóvenes, Televisión, Covid 19, Series, Game Over 2020

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REVIEW: THE QUEEN’S GAMBIT — Words IN Verse
By: Kimberly Fray
Tags: Netflix, Series, The Queens Gambit, Netflix Originals, Review

First off all. where is my chess set??

Let’s be clear, I know nothing about chess. I’ve never tried to play it or understand it. I don’t feel bad about it though because the series’ queen herself has admitted that she knew nothing about chess either . However, watching The Queen’s Gambit has gotten me quite interested. (Although not enough to play it yet)

This limited series has become the most watched series in the history of Netflix with 62 million viewers .

I love the fact that they made it a limited series. It leaves you wanting more but also leaves you with the sense of knowing it ended exactly how it was meant to end.

The story revolves around a chess prodigy navigating her way through a troubled life. She battles tragedy, substance abuse, loss and finding her way in a sport that is mostly dominated by men.

The story of Beth Harmon is inspiring and tragic and beautiful. It makes you want to get up off the couch and chase your dreams. (But only after finishing this series)

The character Elizabeth Harmon or as she becomes to be known, Beth Harmon is played by the stunning Anya Taylor-Joy

The rise of Beth Harmon is shown throughout the 7-part mini series. Through her dress sense and fashion, her confidence that increases with every win and her graceful manner in which she bounces back from tragedy. It shows maturity and a new found understanding for who she is as a person; chess player and as a young woman.

You can watch the trailer here

Something else about this series that is quite fascinating is Beth’s substance abuse and how it seems to assist her in her chess matches but near the end of the series there is a bit of a twist around this fact. (Please note that in no way, shape or form am I promoting or supporting substance abuse for any reason)

Not only has this series received the highest viewership for Netflix in its first two weeks, it has also started encouraging people to. Sales for chess sets have also increased an d many people have opted to play the game online against professional chess players. I, however, don’t think anyone can do it as glamorously as Beth Harmon.

If you do want to learn how to play chess though and you need more reason, here are a few benefits of playing chess :

Personally, I give this series a 10 /10 rating. There was really nothing I was unhappy about, and I will probably watch it again sometime soon. Netflix will have to work really hard to produce another series or film that tops The Queen’s Gambit.

I don’t want to give away anything in this article but I’m sure you’ve already read the hundreds of articles that are already out there about this series. All I can say is that I really enjoyed it. It was pure in its execution and the story has so many legs to it that it will leave you salivating.
Kepada Bulan #1
Tags: Stories, Series, Bulan, Cerbung, Thoughts

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Hombres de honor
By: Carlos Rico
Tags: Análisis, Starz Play, Series, Gangs Of London, Gareth Evans

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Tale of Nine Tailed
Tags: K Drama, Series, Tale Of Nine Tales, Movies, Thoughts

I finished watching this series a few hours ago. It’s just my thoughts and this will be spoilers.

I write this just because this series breaks my heart in the end. Not because they have a sad ending. It’s happy ending for the main roles. But a tragic for other or just for me.

I don’t know when it was started. That I give more attention to support role — — Lee Rang. His character feels so close to me as a human. As long he is not a human (he’s partially Gumiho) but he has human needed.

Not about money. That’s important, of course. But, in your deeper heart you need more than money. Something called human being. Loved, appreciated and attention. Your mouth tell you don’t need that. But officially not. You need that as big as.

You want all of that from people around you. Your family, friends, lover, work mate, from all people knows you. Lee Rang show all of that and he want they say louder ‘bout it.

Yes, say louder. Why? Sometimes word means a lot than act. He just want his brother say thanks to him, say that he loves him, say that he’s never let him alone.

There’s many things you can’t accept. You think that you doing well for someone but after they mad. That’s not because you wrong. They just don’t know what you mean. You should say it. And it is going back to you.

Then you feel blessed after you got all of that. Like Lee Rang got. I’m happy for him and jealous in same time because I still craving for.

I know he just a support role and as far I know a happy ending belongs for main roles. He deserve a happy life ending too.

In 30 minutes of series i accepted when the main role — Lee Yeon was died. He choose for that. But why the writer should make Lee Rang give his life. He just had it. Happiness.

Time that he give his life my heart was broke. Why? Why? And Why?

Okay, I stop write here. It’s random. I write just for makes my heart, mood and day feel better.
Sequence to Anne’s letter to Gilbert — AWAE
By: Maíra Caixeta
Tags: Anne De Green Gables, Netflix, Anne With An E, Anne Shirley, Series

I'm a huge fan of Anne With An E, and like thousands of fans around the world, I have been orphaned by the series.

Tired of waiting for a fourth season (but still a little hopeful of a renewal) I've decided to use my imagination (like Anne taught us) and write my own version of an ending for the letter she starts writing to Gilbert (in the last episode of the third season) and never finishes.

In addition to the power to enchanting and awaking the best feelings, sensations and reflections (which I believe to be almost unanimous, and that is why the show is so loved), Anne With An E touched my sensitivity and brought out my writing side that was a little numb. I hope you like it and can have a little taste to satisfy part of the immense nostalgia left in us by Anne. Enjoy! (Warning: spoilers ahead).

Dear Gilbert,

I look like my mother. Can you imagine how glorious that is and how ecstatic I am right now? This was just the piece that was missing!

When you had just left, I was feeling like I couldn't be happier - not because you were gone, of course. But because of what happened... You know, before. In fact, I still can't believe how it all happened. Queen's, Diana, you... I thought I had enough butterflies in my stomach.

Well, as soon as we said goodbye, Marilla and Matthew arrived bringing the best present that I could ever imagine I would get. I believed they were already on their way to Green Gables when they came back with a very special book they had found: The Language of Flowers. It was a gift from my father, Walter, to my mother, Bertha. She was a teacher, like Mrs. Stacy, like... me, one day (no tragical romance, for God's sake, I hope we can do this in a different way after all this confusion).

In the book there is a memory of my first picnic, when I was just a baby. I needed to know I had been loved and I never thought I would feel so loved. But the best of all, as I've told you at the beginning of this letter, was on the last page: an image of my mother. She was a redhead. Now I feel so bad for hating my hair for so long.

Diana obviously told me everything about your conversation on the train. I think you deserve to know that I met Winifred by coincidence in town and she told me about what happened between you two. I swear I had no idea. I must also confess that I tore your letter down without reading it and got it all wrong. Forgive me for that, please. I was so confused and thought there would be no more chance left for us.

I don't know exactly how everything is going to be from now on, but I wish you a lot of success in Toronto and I hope we can see each other soon.

With all my love, Anne.

*Note: I wrote both versions, in English and in Portuguese (it was not just a translation) with slight differences between them because some words and expressions do not show the same expressive or connotative strength when translated literally.
Today you told me the worst news.
By: Amy Cox
Tags: Cancer, Series, Prayer, Support, Friendship

When cancer hits your closest friends.

Photo by Fa Barboza on Unsplash

Day 1

My phone buzzed. I turned it over and saw a text message from you. I smiled because I had been waiting to hear how the move to the new house went. I had just moved as well and we had been comparing “war” stories weeks before about the positives and negatives of moving.

I finished up a conference call and then entered my passcode to read your message. I noticed right away it was long but we hadn’t chatted in 3 days so I didn’t think anything about it. Unfortunately, I started reading it and realized this was not going to be a move update. You were sick but as I scrolled I was hoping to hear that all was fine. Then I read “biopsy. . . mass . . . doctor . . . shocking . . . cat scan”. I breathed a sign of relief when I read “relieved . . . large fibroid . .. nothing else concerning”.

My heart sunk again when I read “doctor called back next day . . . cancer . . . shocked. . . oncologist . . . mass . . uterus.” I had to put my phone down when I read, “by the next morning I was having outpatient surgery.” I said to myself. “No . . . No . . . No . . . this is not happening.”

You are my healthy friend. The one that wakes up before the rest of the world is up to get a walk in. The one that rarely drinks alcohol and watches what they eat daily. I knew the likelihood that one of us would get cancer was high but you were not the one. You were the last one that I would have thought would get cancer.

I cried. I cried because that day what you were telling me about in your text would forever be the day that would change your life. Everything else would be defined by this day . . . BC — Before Cancer or AC — After Cancer

I picked the phone back up to finish reading. You were terrified. I knew it from reading. You ended your message asking me to pray for you. I dropped my phone and prayed immediately. I remember telling God that I wasn’t sure why this was happening but trusted him that there was a reason.

Chris and I worked together in the same room everyday. It just so happened that day he was not there when I read your message. I knew that I needed to process this further before I told him. I continued to pray the rest of the day that God would comfort you and not let you be scared. I prayed for you to be brave. I prayed that the doctor would get all the cancer out of your body.

To be continued . . .
Part 1. A little red flag popped into my head…
By: Renae Nicole
Tags: Flash Fiction, Fiction, Storytelling, Series, Romance

Image via Zodiac Reads

A little red flag popped into my head as I realized this was the first time my friend was wearing cologne.

Wearing no makeup and a frumpy sweater, I sat in my friend Jace’s truck. I wished I had put my long blonde locks into a bun or called a friend and asked them to join me.

Though Jace and I had talked a few times before, we didn’t know each other that well. He was a friend of a friend who I thought was funny and sweet, but overweight and sloppy. The first time we met, we bonded over TV shows and being single. We joked that all our friends had significant others so there was no one to hang out with on the weekends.

One day, Jace invited me to the movies.

When we got to the theater, he opened the door for me and paid for my ticket — more red flags. I sat nervously through the movie, watching the incredibly boring scientific drama. As the credits rolled he turned to me, “Yeah. It’s like a cow’s opinion. It just doesn’t matter. It’s moo.”

I burst out laughing at his Friend’s reference.

On the way home I finally come to terms with the fact that I was on a date that I didn’t necessarily want to be on. He talked about having a Friends marathon and I nodded as my hands began to shake.

Jace drove us up to my apartment and parked his truck. He turned to me, his green eyes sparkling, “This was fun. So I really like you and I want to do this again.”

I fidget with my class ring and look out the passenger window. “Um… I’ll think about it.” I sucked in a few quick breaths and hopped out of the car as fast as I could.

At the bottom of the stairs, I felt the need to sprint up the stairs to my apartment. I put my foot on the first step, then take the rest two at a time. By the time I got there the panic attack had started.

I closed the door and plopped on the floor in the middle of my kitchen. Tears were streaming down my face as I pulled out my cell phone to call my best friend.

“Becky, I- I-”

“Marne, what’s wrong?”

I breathe in sharply and wiped away a few tears. “I think I am having a panic attack.”

“Oh my gosh! I would come, but I am out of town. Byron is with me, he can call his roommate-”

“NO!” I practically scream. “DON’T CALL JACE!”

“What?” My friend said. I explained what just happened. I heard her restrain a giggle.

“It’s not funny!” I said between sharp breaths and sobs.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I picture Becky holding a hand over a wide grin. “My roommate is at home. You can go talk to her.”

“Okay.” I hung up and after a moment or two, I pulled myself together enough to get off the floor. I walked across the complex to my best friend’s apartment. I talked to her roommate for a while, basically, dumping all my problems on her and she was happy to listen. She hugged me before I left.

Making my way back to my place of residence, I spot Jace on my curb scrolling through his phone. I clear my throat and he looks up.

Image via Author

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Saint Hilda Township: The Culling
By: J. Lee Graves
Tags: Creative Writing, Serial Fiction, Series, Horror Fiction, Horror

Saint Hilda Township: The Culling

A raven stands alone, upon a mossy stone overlooking Saint Hilda Township. The growing dark that fills the park gives way to rolling, false-lit clouds. Underneath the people move, both come and go unbothered. As the Looming comes, there no one knows, the horror that awaits them.

The air is thin but warm and sweet, no telltale foreboding hint. The wind swept stench of spoiled meat, the honeyed sent of flowers. The sour of the Looming comes.

Echoes, from the Township crowd, as does light they bounce and sway. As the sun dips low the horizon burns a celestial inferno. Sing song sounds of city life calling the Looming ever closer.

Darkness gripped Saint Hilda’s streets, the Looming’s eye had fell upon a vision of such sweet mourning. Aching screams and tortured wails hail sickening sounds of death, the Looming’s voice a gale.

Waves of sound warped wood and steel, flesh and glass dissolved and peeled away into oblivion. Time and space became one and split, the bellow of the Looming unyielding. Wave swept wasteland withered and warped beyond realities realm. Tied into a knot of pain Saint Hilda Township crumbled.

Shuddering and shattering, bodies torn bloody and broken asunder. The thunder cry of doomsday’s hammer struck midnight far too early. As the Looming moves on to another.

The raven flew toward fields of death, plucked out eyes and ate raw flesh, of those who survived the Culling.
BL series: By Lyrics — 離れていても. This song is created in the context of…
By: Ferawati Hartanti Pratiwi
Tags: Song Lyrics, Covid 19, Series, Pandemic Diaries, Akb48

Wherever you are, don’t give up. Even we’re not gather with our families, although we have to separate and keep our distance, we can still support each other in various ways. Remember that someone is definitely there to support you.

Romaji version

Sukoshi dake hanarete aruite yuketara ii

Chikadzuki suginai de kyori wo tamotte okou

Ushiro de mimamotteru kara

Kimi wa hitori wo sabishi gatte iru keredo

Sono te to te ga furenakute mo

Itsu datte boku wa koko ni iru

English version
Movies and Series — September, October & November 2020
By: Jordi Escudé Gòdia
Tags: 2020, Lan, Series, November, Movies

Alien 1979 (9/10)

Watched full for the first time in HD. Amazing in all senses. Feels like miles away from Star Wars Episode IV. Performances and the atmosphere is astonishing.

The Newsroom S01 (9/10)

News drama series about how a newsroom reacts and reports on the main news stories from 2010's. From Deep water Horizon, Bin Laden’s death, to the Arab spring. The main characters are amazing.

Community S01, S02, S03, S04 (8/10)

Re-watched Community. Fresh, smart and fast jokes all around, filled with geek references in a group of misfits joining the worst Community College in the world.

Perry Mason S01 (7/10)

Easy watching show about the prequel of the famous lawyer. A detective-lawyer thriller with lot’s of drama.

Borat 2 (7/10)

The second embarrassment made art. Amazing performance of both main characters, making fun (while risking their lives, literally) of how awful is USA at the moment.

Community S05 (6/10)

Losing Chevy Chase and Donald Glover left the series marked for death.

Broadchurch S01 (6/10)

A drama series, that has too much drama. Turns the show from what it could been an interesting thriller to a soap opera.

Broadchurch S02 (4/10)

Didn’t need a season 2. Sometimes too much of something is just too much.

Guns akimbo (5/10)

Entertains and have some good gory jokes, but nothing else.

The Umbrella Academy S02 (4/10)

Again, if the best think to say of the series is the soundtrack, is that there is not a lot there. Having said this, the soundtrack is pretty good.

Get Duked (3/10)

What could’ve been a good idea, turns into an awful movie that tries to be funny and only preteens will find it that way. Good scenery from the Highlands though.
Jaulas de oro
By: Jesús Villaverde Sánchez
Tags: Análisis, The Crown, Netflix, Peter Morgan, Series

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iPhone 12 becomes the best selling 5G smartphone, in the October
Tags: Apple, iPhone, Iphone12, Technews, Iphone 12 Review

iPhone 12 becomes the best selling 5G smartphone, in the October Techberg ·Dec 27, 2020

iPhone 12 series has been a great success for Apple, as the major reason for upgrading is the 5G support available in the 12 Series…

iPhone 12 sales has been pitched after the launch, Apple launched four devices in the series, but iPhone 12 was the best device as the pricing was smart and was the same as the pro model, but with a camera missing, and the LIDAR sensor missing, but still it is the best selling 5G smartphones globally….

People love iPhones and Apple is making is better and better, with upcoming tech….

Stay tuned in for in for more tech news….