Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

“A woman walks down the street and a man tells her to smile. When she smiles, she reveals a mouthful of fangs. She bites off the man’s hand, cracks the bones and spits them out, and accidentally swallows his wedding ring, which gives her indigestion,” (Kirby, “A Few Normal Things That Happen A Lot, 7). Gwen …

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“It is a beautiful mask, but all masks fall. In the end,” (Shannon 36). After being tortured by Scion, Paige Mahoney is sent to a safe house in the Scion Citadel of Paris with her former enemy but now partner, the Rephaim Arcturus Mesarthim. The mysterious Domino program, which has saved her, has plans of their …

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Surprise!!! I found this out way back in January but have kept it secret for so long, but my short play Dead Serious won Rad[io] Shorts Scriptwriting contest and has been performed and posted on Spotify! Listen to it below, and check out these talented actors! Thanks to Kyle Billie and the amazing cast for giving literal …

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“Marsh is not swamp. Marsh is a space of light, where grass grows in water, and water flows into the sky. Slow-moving creeks wander, carrying the orb of the sun with them to the sea, and long-legged birds lift with unexpected grace – as though not built to fly – against the roar of a …

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As you may have seen around here, I’ve been reading a lot of poetry. Well, not a lot I guess, but a lot for me. Since April is National Poetry Month, I wanted to push myself to read the poetry books I have. I tend to mainly read fiction, and one of my resolutions this …

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“This is the strange lesson of living in a pandemic: life can be tranquil in the face of death,” (St. John Mandel 195). Eighteen-year-old Edwin St. Andrew comes to Canada after disgracing his family during a family dinner. He finds himself exploring a Canadian forest when he suddenly hears a few notes of a violin …

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“Religion, I believe, is one of the ways we attempt to answer the two Great Questions that ache within us all: ‘how shall we live,’ and ‘what happens when we die,’” (Bernstein 11). Since Midnight Mass came out last fall I’ve watched it four times with no plans of stopping anytime soon. I haven’t watched all of …

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“There are strange things done in the midnight sun       By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales       That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,       But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge       I cremated …

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“they bisect the frozen river, vacant lots, the barren school field — all roads lead to the Pit.” – Desire Paths (Borin 3). I was lucky enough to get to visit The Westminster Hotel, or as it’s affectionately called The Pit, when I visited Dawson City last fall. When my dad had visited the previous winter he …

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“I’d much rather wile away the hours Helping you clean up cadavers of all of  you ex-lovers Watch you give them all one last kiss of death I fear this will be me in a few weeks,” – “Imagine A World In Which We Didn’t Have To Hide Who We Are” (Walker 31). Jade Walker’s …

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