Mike Goes To Movies

Phew. And here we are, at the end. Part three of this tale of curious and haunting isolation. Not sure who has stuck around for the ride to this point - but for those who have, I appreciate and thank you. Now, here is the final chapter. Once again, follow the LINK IN BIO. Cheers! Part III Somewhere, a new voice, spoke to me. It came from somewhere in the back of my mind, telling me, that I had begun to unravel. It wasn’t constant or direct, more like a car taking a winding road down a treacherous mountain. Despite my provisions still remaining, I had stopped eating and only drank small amounts of water when my parched body demanded it. I wanted to see myself, see the reflection of my face; I thought that would be serviceable indication as to whether I had, in fact, lost my faculties.   What I received instead was only the voice. The godforsaken voice. But, it had changed. No longer the declaration of singular words and names. Now, its ghoulish mockery framed full sentences:   ...

Thanks everyone for the feedback for Part I of the story - I really appreciate all of the positivity! Here is Part II, which you can again access through the LINK IN MY BIO. I hope you enjoy!! The Voice Part II   When I awoke, the dreams, or nightmares, were gone. Whatever my subconscious had been deliberating over during my sleep had since receded back to the nether realms of my psyche. I had no recollection of them, only the lingering feeling of unease from the previous day.   It is a conviction of mine that there is nothing in this world that cannot be explained with rational thinking. Lesser minds have oft believed to have had metaphysical encounters: spirits, deities, creatures unknown, and other such unexplainables. But these are notions suffered by the minds of the ill and the ignorant. They have not experienced life to the extent that one, such as myself has, who understands that such paranormal entities – if one may use that term – do not exist in this world, and that...

Every now and then I think it's important to change the pace of things a bit. While this account is centred around film - a celebration, discussion and review of it  - I thought I would let followers in on another side of myself. As many of you can probably tell I love writing (something some of you have said I should do less of in my posts). Instead, I am going to share with you some of my writing, a short story I wrote not long ago broken down into three parts. It's a bit of a psychological thriller, inspired by some of the stories by Edgar Allen Poe. For those of you who do take a few minutes to read it (which I am very utterly grateful for) I would love to hear any thoughts at all you might have.  Here is: The Voice Part I   A careful look, followed by a fleeting “Good luck!” and, a moment later, I was utterly alone. The recognition of the weight of my isolation came faster than I anticipated. As I stood in that doorway, looking out at the two bodies slowly fade into ...