Storygram #96
As he walked, his ears began to detect a second set of footsteps. When he stopped, they stopped a couple of steps late. He repeated the procedure enough times to confirm that someone was following him but didn’t want to be known.
Storygram #95
I can never go back to the city, but my mind is still encased in its mortar, my heart pumping to its fast paced rhythm. However, out here, living in the hills, my lungs can breathe. I had never realized how hard it was to breathe before.
Storygram #94
In the woods he could be a king, ordering his knights to cut down the rabble that spoke ill of his young reign. He could be a soldier, like his father, fighting for the freedom of his fellow countrymen, hiding in trenches and spying on the enemy.
Storygram #93
At first they were just showers—normal storms. They were wonderful for playing in the rain or taking a peaceful afternoon nap. But then, they didn’t stop.
Storygram #92
The trades are never avoidable. We can dodge them. We can narrowly escape their grasp, but they always catch up to us at some point. It begins with one slip up.
A Filmmaking Heart To Heart
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