Here's a sneak peak at my piece, Castles Crumbling, that I wrote for the @aabadendingzine which is open for preorders this entire month! It's based off of Turnabout Succession and absolutely nothing bad happens at all in the entire story which you can trust because when have I ever led you astray, other than that one time we were playing Among Us and I was definitely the imposter?
It's pay what you can with all proceeds going to the Transgender Law Center, and you can preorder here, so please consider giving it a buy!
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We're all still thinking about the You're on Your Own Kid last chorus/bridge yeah??? Like none of us have moved on?
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I saw something they can't take away
'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take…
- You're On Your Own, Kid | Taylor Swift
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I found the album one sweltering afternoon in mid-summer, a month since we’d laid Gramps to rest. Rummaging through the dusty boxes and stacks of back copies of society magazines, I stubbed my toe on the trunk where it was kept, old and battered, sat in a dark corner of the attic.
I took the album, dusted it off, and sat down on a nearby stool. The cover was made of leather, cracked through with age and neatly labeled 1953-1954 in faded gold lettering. I flipped through the pages so yellowed with age, dust motes swirl in front of me as I make sense of what I’m looking at.
It was pictures of Gramps as a younger man. We knew that he was a film star back in the day, and that he was quite famous too, a real matinée idol. It seemed impossible to me then that he had a whole other life for he was always just Gramps; he seemed to always be humming and dancing, constantly moving or cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
Gramps was like magic and fairy dust, his warmth and gentleness touched anyone he came across. He was the grandfather who was up for anything, never raised his voice and talked to you like a grown-up. He was wise and funny and always pushed you to be a better version of yourself. Many a time I spent in Gramps kitchen, listening to him tell stories of film sets and the soaring lives of Hollywood’s finest.
My greatest regret was not asking him about his life when I had the chance. For no one bothered to, he was always just there, woven into the fabric of our lives. None of us really knew anything about him and the questions that had always lingered in the back of my mind resurfaced.
There were other things in the album, ticket stubs and dried flowers and a million other keepsakes. But what seemed to feature most prominently was a young man who looked to be about the same age as Gramps. He had a shy smile and a tentative look in his eyes. He was very handsome.
It seemed that he was also an actor and that at one point worked on a film with Gramps. There was a photograph of a cluster of smiling people and at the very center was the shy handsome man. His gummy smile was breathtaking but he was looking at someone or something out of frame.
As I looked through the rest of the album, a thick packet of letters fell to the floor. They were tied together by a faded red ribbon and at a glance I could see neat loopy script. I knew instinctively that these were all from the handsome man with the gummy smile.
My mind raced with a thousand questions and I burned with a longing to read them yet a sense of wrongness pervaded me. I would be intruding on my grandfather’s privacy. There was a secret buried here that much was true. For now I tuck the album under my arm and make my way downstairs.
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Inspired by this post by @bigassbowlingballhead
I have absolutely no idea how I went from making a silly little edit to having an entire backstory to the silly little edit.
This also broke an almost 3 year streak of no writing. I don't think this is my best work, I'm rusty like an old bicycle but I'm quite surprised I managed to write something. So thanks for that Jon!
This is also by the way heavily inspired by a Danielle Steel novel I once read that I cannot remember the name of. In that story it featured a box, a locket and a packet of letters.
This is literally titled Hot Gramps on my laptop. You can click on the images to make it bigger.
Also did you know that the SAG was founded in 1933? And AFTRA was founded in 1952 but the two only merged in 2012. And that the first Emmy Awards were held in 1949?
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Not to keep flooding your dash with graduation updates, but I just found out that I'll be graduating summa cum laude, and I can't stop smiling
*blows a kiss to the stars* this one's for you, female ancestors!
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