November 2017
Thirteen Days To Midnight - Review by Timothy
Posted on 25-Nov-17 14:24
Death is one of the only things you can't outrun, no matter how far or how fast you run. Another of these being love, and along with it comes the curse of heartbreak.
But what if we could outrun death, and live forever? Throughout history, people have tried to outrun or even escape death; but at what cost?
“Thirteen days to Midnight" is a story that begins with Jacob Fielding standing in a small room, staring down at the cold, lifeless body of the person he just killed. He begins by telling the reader that he could have saved them, but it just didn't feel right to save them even if he would be labeled as a murderer. As Jacob mourns, he recalls the events of the past thirteen days: the day he discovered that death doesn't disappear; it catches up...
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It Came From The Second Floor
Posted on 23-Nov-17 10:34
It Came From The Second Floor is a youth-led podcast recorded at the Halifax Central Library on, you guessed it, the second floor. Segments are written, produced and recorded by our teen volunteers inside the media studio. Subjects range from staying woke to current events, movie and book reviews, deep dives, music, and generally filling your half hour up with some high-class jibber-jabber.
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The Angel's Broken Heart - Creative Piece by Timothy
Posted on 15-Nov-17 14:43
Nathan woke with a start, his body dripping with sweat. He had woken from a bad dream- a dream that was almost life-like. He had dreamt that he had fallen from sky, and shattered into billions of fragments when his body impacted with the cold ground.
Nathan had had dreams like this before, but this time, when he woke, he felt his entire body snap, as if he was a giant twig. When he tried to sit up, he screamed out in pain, unable to move, but even worse, he was mute. Every part of his body hurt, as if a blue whale had fallen on him and crushed his bones, all he could do was move his eyes, looking around at his surroundings. After laying in bed for a moment, he tried his voice again, screaming out for help, but again, he was mute, unable to utter even a whisper. He yelled again, and again, hoping if he kept trying, he might be able to find his voice, and maybe, just maybe, someone would hear him, and come help him, but no one came… After yelling for what seemed like forever, he closed his eyes, breathing heavily, his chest heaving.
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