Just write, with Justine

Talks about literature, the world, and everything in between.

Author: Justine

  • I HATE YOUR BOSS

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    Screenplay Script Co-written with Janae Bigcraft INT.  HOME – LATE AT NIGHT –  Outside, the moon has replaced the sun’s position in the sky. Mary is washing the dishes in her home, waiting. She is starting to look agitated, consistently glancing at the clock. She is on a wired phone in the living room with…

  • Grandma’s Curse

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    Gothic Short Story co-written with Janae Bigcraft My mummy tucked me into bed. It’s the last time I get to see her until summer, because tomorrow’s the first day of winter. I start tearing up and she wraps her hands around me and I ask her, “Why do you leave for so long?” She says…

  • Book of Poems, Poetry Anthology

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    An assemblage of 15 poems Syntax Poem: He was my favorite part about Argentina Very romantic, after waking up  and making breakfast for his wife, he died  in his house, in his bed, next to his wife. He made a good family, he made  my mom  My great great grandma died the same way,  watching…

  • The Princess

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    The gentle breeze passes my extended arms. I take in the rising sun, and bask in it, the once cold air around me turning warm. The waves from the surf crash ceaselessly, creating a constant muted sound for the villagers on the coast. The village is run down but strong. It’s ancient stone walls, testing…

  • Dead Pair

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    A small and stunted, frightened tree, Who didn’t grow past five foot three. Young and fragile, she was know, As the pear tree all alone. When the skylight had gone black, She was scared she’d get attacked. Her mind would quickly go astray,  Making stories of dismay. She’d shake her roots throughout the day, In…

  • Star Sailor

    Star Sailor

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    She looked out the window, hazy dots of lights splattered the dark and endless galaxy. Years of devotion had finally shown their worthy results. She leaped out of the hatch with all her vigor. Her confidence radiated like the stars, she would make her stamp on the world.  She reached for the moon with all…

  • An Ugly Disturbance

    An Ugly Disturbance

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    This is gonna be fun. The only way to survive is by moving. Never stay in one spot, or its game over. I can tell this girl’s gonna be slow, I can just see it. She’s slouched and her eyes are focused on the screen in front of her, she’s not gonna notice me. She’s…

  • The stage, the lie, and the truth

    The stage, the lie, and the truth

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    Her hands quickly dashed through the air, not staying in one place for more than a second, her practiced posture, her eyes rapidly scanning the keys. Everything had been practiced, to the way her feet were placed near the pedals to how she would move to the tempo of the composition. Dorothy had always been…

  • Better to live a life alone than a life lying

    Better to live a life alone than a life lying

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    Quality over quantity. The phrase is self-explanatory. To me, it is so much better and worthwhile to have a small group of close friends who actually understand you, then double the number with just distant acquaintances. I can say with certainty that in my 17 years of living, current and past friendships have taught me…

  • What happened at In-N-Out?

    What happened at In-N-Out?

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    Where are you? I’m inside the In-N-Out… Just do what I told you to do, like we practiced… WHAT?! Heads turn. I can’t believe you. How could you chicken out right now?!… Well of course I knew you wouldn’t intentionally do it, but I’m still mad! I don’t care anymore about the people staring… Sure……