fiction

I was sitting in Portuguese 103 one dreary winter day last semester when it occurred to me — and this thought was not in English, but in the Portuguese-Spanish cocktail pseudo-dialect known as “Portunhol” — that I was, in that moment, a visitor to the Portuguese language.

On my computer, I wrote troves of poetry and metaphorical stories, burdening Microsoft Word documents with lamentations about the depression I had been dealing with since fourth grade, and about my parents divorcing. Alone in my room, symbolic pen in my hand, I began, in earnest, to cement my career as a writer.

We breathe it in, it breathes us in, the relationship symbiotic and simultaneously destructive.

The show begs comparisons to both “Twin Peaks” and “American Horror Story,” which are echoed in “Castle Rock” by its adherence to a small-town mentality and a small cast.

Something in her is dangerous, and if she is capable enough to bring robots into self-awareness, she can take it away.

In your travels you come across a city which rises from the crystalline dust of endless sand dunes every two years and dissolves into the sand two years hence.

The question on everyone’s mind, though, is not whether “Artemis” is scientifically accurate — that much is expected. Higher on the docket is how this sophomore effort compares to first novel “The Martian.”

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