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FTM Moving Pictures: Gingerbread House

12/13/2018 // 10 Comments

    Let’s face it…you’re getting coal in your stocking. You made the wrong side of the list, but that doesn’t mean your holiday season has melted. Santa’s exploited elves carved plenty of useless toys, however, you’re not gonna get that wooden train you wanted as a kid. Don’t look at me like that! Blame Saint Nicholas or your big bad self. Happy holidays. No worries—even bad rugrats should get a little something something for Christmas, right? Of course! Let’s keep this early secret between you and I. Please don’t tell the fat, [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Moving Pictures: Halloween Special

10/31/2018 // 17 Comments

  Ghosts, ghouls, and goblins are hunting for artificial flavors and caramel. Bowls of bite-sized chocolate confectionaries keep the undead kids happy, that way they won’t decorate the neighborhood with spoiled eggs or garlands of 2-ply toilet paper. Put on your red devil horns or toss a bedsheet over your head—the spirit of Halloween is gonna possess you. Boo. If you don’t mind sacrificing 49 seconds of your precious life, press the play button and watch the latest Mr. Bonez episode. The stop-motion animation features a few cinematic slashers (one of them just so happens [Click Here To Read Article...]

Nocturnal Nightmares: Chapter 2

08/26/2018 // 15 Comments

  You retreated into the woods, and your friend is probably dead. The squishy stuff on your shoes could be blood, mud or both. The woods never tell their secrets. Alone. Lost. Hopeless. Find a way to survive until morning, or nocturnal nightmares shall forever keep you awake at night.     Sometimes making a decision is the hardest choice. Fear wraps its cold hands around your shivering bones—strike your courage as if it were your last piece of flint, and ignite the ember that sets your will to live on fire. When it’s dark outside, the only light comes from within. [Click Here To Read Article...]

Fearology: Paradox of Mortality

08/20/2018 // 13 Comments

    Fear is a biological mechanism which can either kill or save you. All of us are scared of something, however, some people are either paralyzed by fear or motivated to wrestle the hungry polar bear. If a Mack Truck is blazing a path of hell down the street, and you so happen to be standing in the way—there are only 3 choices: fight, flight or become roadkill.         Fear preserves life or causes it to prematurely deteriorate into perpetual death. Everyone felt the cold hands of fear wrap around their soul. A hideous phobia has the potential to put [Click Here To Read Article...]

Fearology: The Frailty of Flesh

08/16/2018 // 13 Comments

    We’re just like flowers—painful circumstance is the foot which crushes our petals. People often forget how vulnerable they are. Many of us hop inside the cockpit of our car and fly down the street…forgetting that metal and humans don’t mix very well. A dull knife can pop our soft body like a balloon, but that doesn’t stop anyone from slicing and dicing a tasty apple. A common fever can evict our soul from our biological house. It’s odd that anyone reaches adulthood because it seems as if everything has the ability to punch our life ticket. If you [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Short Story: Clown with a Frown

07/22/2018 // 15 Comments

    I never understood why people are afraid of clowns. Are they scared of pretty colors or perhaps oversized shoes? If everyone knew what’s behind my makeup, they would never go to the circus. I’m a zombie clown. Please don’t kill me. My static, joyful expression is just face paint. The red smile hides my frown, and trust me, you don’t want to see my frown. Do you want to know what happened to the last person who saw my frown? Come closer. I’ll tell ya. I promise I won’t bite you. Stan was an animal trainer, and he owned three hungry lions: [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Improvise Mesmerize

07/06/2018 // 11 Comments

  I don’t know what I’m going to write. Many thoughts come to mind, I don’t care if I’m right. My creativity is at stake, now is the time to design every mistake. Think too much and the expression will be convoluted. Doubt makes the message diluted. Someone has something to say. Read my inner voice. The words are never my choice. If I can’t fly, I’ll crash and die. Soar above the landscape of my imagination. Don’t need no damn destination.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Short Story: Dead Magic

07/04/2018 // 24 Comments

  Audience members squirm and squeal—their anticipation is hotter than an astronomical fireball. “Hello boys and gals! My name is Franz. Are you ready to see a magic show?” He says. Impatient children cheer. Older folk sip on silence. “Okay, I’ll be back in five minutes.” Franz says. Ten minutes later, a large speaker screams inside the ears of a sweaty woman. The heart inside her chest skips a beat or two. “Are you ready to see some real magic?” Franz says. The audience would like to answer the question. But the heat evaporated their [Click Here To Read Article...]