Month: December 2025

Performed by Val Cole Submit to the Story Pitches site today: https://storypitches.com/

Performed by Val Cole Submit to the Story Pitches site: https://storypitches.com/

TITLE: THE IRON MAIDEN’S JUDGMENT Written by CORNELIA CALAIDJOGLU A Horror Feature Film LOGLINE: A noblewoman who lived in the Middle Ages during the Spanish Inquisition breaks the curse of spending eternity bound to an instrument of torture. SUMMARY: The ghost of Joanna (1479-1555), daughter of King Ferdinand of Aragon (1452-1516) and Isabella of Castile… Continue reading Screenplay Trailer: THE IRON MAIDEN’S JUDGEMENT, by Cornelia Calaidjoglu

Performed by Val Cole

Dear gerald ford i love you forever and your wife too and there’s a lot of people who die everyday and i’m sad about it and i am going to think about you and visit your presidential library and there’s a lot of presidential libraries too and i will visit all of them too and… Continue reading RHYME Poem: A letter to gerald ford, by Carson Loveless

It’s a small island that’s been there forever Shaped by storms and icy weather There seems to be no reason or rhyme As to how it stood the test of time It saw lots of tourists and passersby It felt the season change and die It thought it was misshapen and wrong Until the day… Continue reading RHYME Poem: Mike’s Island, by Sarah Tokarskiy

I know you’re out there somehow Do you know I’m out here too There’s a part of me that’s missing I’ve always felt alone There’s a gaping hole inside me Do you have one of your own? Will I ever get to meet you? The one of all my dreams I’ll hold my breath until… Continue reading RHYME Poem: WHERE ARE YOU, by Alexandra Grant

A slaughterhouse is subtle: there we put the cattle, hidden from sight, those brutal scenes where they are cut, then in trucks drivers deliver the meat to the market where we buy it, and bring it home and eat it, hands all clean. Bon appétit.

let every pipe groan burst, walls leaking little songs i sung you seeping into the hardwood eyes in every knot trees looking still we could forget some forests where i called you me where you didn’t exist or do much talking, leastways drinking coffee in the sugar shack making earnest conversation with two hundred year… Continue reading RHYME Poem: placing objects within your walls, by Syf Abbey Sloane