Category Archives: Expository
Anything interesting worth hearing about.
Hello there, bookworms! In the process of getting other writing projects finished, I completely forgot about some flash-fiction I had written not long ago that I wanted to share with everyone. Flash-fiction is a lot of fun for exploring smaller ideas and sometimes even as a launchpad for a grander one.
Today is “Administrative Professionals Day,” yet another day where a calendar suggests that we respect a certain person, when in reality we should just respect everyone who deserves it all the time for the hard work they do in any field. Anyway, Sony released a video today coinciding with the release of the 2016 version of Ghostbusters (which I previously talked about how I’m not really concerned), which focused solely on Chris Hemsworth’s character Kevin, the receptionist for the ghostbusters.
So! The trailer for the all-female reboot of Ghostbusters arrived on the ‘net recently, to “mixed” reactions, and once again I find myself smack dab in the middle of a fandom that is eating itself alive (stay classy Final Fantasy and Devil May Cry). Here we have both the initial announcement trailer, and the international one, which has some different scenes.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve liked writing and telling stories for a long time. Back in elementary school, we had what was called “Writer’s Workshop”, and there were no two words I loved hearing more (other than “pizza Fridays”). Writer’s Workshop was where they taught us to write, obviously, and we were encouraged to make up stories, fictional or otherwise for the sake of writing practice. It was one of the few things I always looked forward to in school because it let me cut loose my creativity.
When I got to first grade, out of nowhere I began this annual story whenever October rolled around. It chronicled the exploits of two young brothers, Ross and Ryan, who lived pretty much in exactly the same middle-of-nowhere, surrounded-by-hills neighborhood that I did growing up. The hills that surrounded their little slice suburbia were home to a terrible menace that appeared every Halloween, a monster that if not defeated before the night’s end would wreak havoc around the neighborhood. Ross and Ryan made it their mission to stop the monster. With my six-year-old brain, I called it The Halloween Monster, and every school year it got a sequel, appended with a Roman numeral I was so proud of knowing.