Noelle Spaulding
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I was once called a ‘story warrior’ by a teacher in film school, because of how passionately I prioritized the story over all other aspects.
I believe good stories inspire the best of us, and we need them now more than ever.
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My Dearest Elizabeth, I hope this letter finds you well. Now what? Wasn't that too obvious? Of course he wished her well, obviously Elizabeth knew that; but "my dearest?" He'd never called her that before. Come to think of it, the first and only time he ever called her "Elizabeth" was when he finally had to say goodbye. Was he stepping too far too fast? John crumpled the paper and threw it over his shoulder. He missed the wastebasket, but didn't notice. He knew what he was trying to say, but the words just wouldn't come. He'd never done this before. What was he supposed to say? He smoothed out a fresh piece of paper.
By Noelle Spaulding 5 years ago in Fiction
A Haunt of Love and Longing
Come one, come all. Come tall, come small. Come young, come old. These words of welcome were heard all the time when I was young. The whole farm was young for that matter. The big house was a pretty pastel blue, and wildflowers grew around her. I remember the gleaming gold of corn on summer days, and the cows mooing like yesterday's music. I stood face to face with the apple orchard lining the pathway, and in my bright red coat I gave the brightest welcome you’d ever seen. No one ever left us unhappy or empty handed in those days. We had so much to offer, and our peaceful, colorful corner of the world was exactly what people needed in those days.
By Noelle Spaulding 5 years ago in Fiction
What I Found in the Rubble
The meek have inherited the earth. When all the superpowers collapsed themselves there was no one left to deprive us of it. Although they didn't exactly leave a paradise; all the comforts of the modern age went with them. Some people blame the Americans. Others blame the Koreans and the Chinese. Others blame various countries of the Middle East, and still others blame Russia. It doesn't matter now; none of those countries exist anymore. As far as I know, there are no countries whatsoever anymore. The people at the controls might've discriminated, but nuclear fire was more indifferent: It took out everyone, and everything that was on the surface. There was no sign, no warning, no time to intentionally duck and cover. Only those of us who happened to be underground at the time survived the impact, but only a fraction weren't crushed by debris, inevitably starved, or succumbed to oxygen deprivation.
By Noelle Spaulding 5 years ago in Fiction
