Fan Art Wednesday

The past week has been interesting. I’ve seen a whole bunch of new movies and my sister has created some dazzling art pieces that I have been eager to share. So, with no further delay, here they are.

Jedi Knights


Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker? Um…yes! This piece brought Ahsoka to life in a realistic way, showcasing her as the bad*** we all know she is. And my sister perfectly managed to capture Anakin in this piece as well. Plus, with the stark red background that dangles between the Light and the Dark, it’s very clear these two Jedi Knights are no saints. Continue reading Fan Art Wednesday

‘Knives Out’ Gives a Voice to the Voiceless

Why did Knives Out get nominated for an Oscar? It clearly wasn’t a film unlike any other I’ve ever seen. It was a classic whodunnit movie that has twists and turns, leaving you to watch the story unfold with knit eyebrows and rapt attention just for the film to conclude with a shocking reveal that you probably won’t see coming.

(Unfortunately, the culprit of the crime was spoiled to me by a tweet I saw on Twitter.)

Do not worry. I will not spoil the identity of the culprit. But I will spoil a specific aspect of the film that would, in fact, garner the film its Oscar nomination. And that is the poignant plot that wraps around a foreign worker who works for a wealthy white family. Ecuadorian-American woman, Marta Cabrera takes care of the head of the household, an elderly man named Harlan Thrombey, played by Oscar-winning actor Christopher Plummer. He dies tragically and his family hungrily await the result of his will. Continue reading ‘Knives Out’ Gives a Voice to the Voiceless

The Stormtroopers: Part 19

FN-3043 stared at the space where FN-1217 had just been a moment before and couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Was FN-1217 really gone?

3043’s gaze averted to Seeth whose expression was strained.

“You…cannot…defeat me,” the massive being spoke, his hand still outstretched toward Kylo Ren and his Knights of Ren.

But the gust had died down and FN-3043 could relinquish his tight grasp on the overlook’s stone. The other Knights, who were knocked unconscious after they charged the giant, began to wake.

“Knights!” the Supreme Leader yelled. “Attack him.”

FN-3043 didn’t care to see what happened next. He ran to the edge of the overlook, hoping to see FN-1217 desperately hanging from a ledge. But as he reached the spot where Seventeen had disappeared all he saw was the forest. FN-3043 shook his head, tears forming in his blue eyes.

“No,” he whispered.

His head fell and his shoulders trembled.

His two best friends, FN-2358 and FN-1217 were gone, lost to the insensible tragedies of war. And for what? He remembered the glorified tales of war in the First Order dormitories. Tales of “heroism” as a stormtrooper were told. Of fighting valiantly for the First Order’s goal of peace and potentially dying for the cause.

It seemed noble when he was safe in his bed listening to the stories. Now, with his friends gone, those stories didn’t seem so grand.

And then behind him, for the first time that evening, Seeth cried out in agony.