The catastrophic chaos of final-year film students desperately trying to finish their thesis project—only for the editor to lose the entire freaking file.
A man lies asleep on a bed. A gust of wind. A rumbling. He walks around, taking photographs. Messages from both his dreams, and mine, where we are haunted by people in student uniform.
soliloquy (or; please don't leave my cheeks dry and my mind empty)
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A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and...
An obsessive finger-snapping office worker begins to encounter strange behaviors from those around him, which escalate over time. Meanwhile, black liquid starts to seep across his body.
A college student's abrupt awakening in the dead of night leads him to a mysterious corridor, causing a sudden nosebleed and an encounter with a shadowy figure silently watching him. But this wasn’t the first time it had happened.
In a time when love between two men is still unaccepted. They choose to hold their own wedding not for recognition but to live their truth and find happiness on their own terms.
On a lonely night, Aaron, a guy with a heart as empty as his fridge, desperately craved a taste of true love. So, naturally, he turned to Fast Food Jesus for help. Fate (or maybe just greasy miracles) led him to cross paths with a mysterious woman, as stunning as the dream love he’d been...
It all starts with him having to pitch a product to a client. The product is glasses. This turns into an action film where martial arts warriors battle it out, with the glasses serving as a game-changing power in the fight.
I find myself looking back at memories of the past, where the feelings I hold now have become nothing more than fragments of memory. Everything begins to overlap – who I am now and who I was then. As I walk through the forest, the voice of my past echoes faintly, just fragments lingering in the...