What happened at Mesa Vista? by feignedhollywood, literature
Literature
What happened at Mesa Vista?
It's nearing seven in the evening. I'm in the psychiatric ward. The walls are an off white and the light above me is flickering. The psychiatric ward is near the surgical rooms and I see a doctor walk out with mask and sterile hands. He doesn't shake as I do. I am taking care of a patient with schizophrenia. He says he sees fire, on everything. He explain it's green like sea foam, and it doesn't burn things. It is just warm, and smells of smoke. I nod my head trying not to feed his notions and I push him in a wheel chair back to his room. He has just arrived. He was screened not but a few hours ago and was admitted soon after. At least he is
Playwright, running red light. by feignedhollywood, literature
Literature
Playwright, running red light.
The call rolled in around, I don't know, let's say eight? My play was opening tonight. "Rebirth" a play by Christopher Roberts, was starting this evening, a late show at nine. I was running late to pre-show but that's not why I ran the red light. The red light, a beacon to tell cars to stop, obviously, was only ran because I got a call on my cell phone from a panicked Sylvia. "Shit!" she screams. "Holy shit, Christopher!" she yells. My sensitive, curious ear listens to her heavy breathing. I question, and she replies, in a hurry. "You'll never believe this! One of the spotlights? Yeah, one of those huge heavy spotlights fell and made a huge
What happened at Mesa Vista? by feignedhollywood, literature
Literature
What happened at Mesa Vista?
It's nearing seven in the evening. I'm in the psychiatric ward. The walls are an off white and the light above me is flickering. The psychiatric ward is near the surgical rooms and I see a doctor walk out with mask and sterile hands. He doesn't shake as I do. I am taking care of a patient with schizophrenia. He says he sees fire, on everything. He explain it's green like sea foam, and it doesn't burn things. It is just warm, and smells of smoke. I nod my head trying not to feed his notions and I push him in a wheel chair back to his room. He has just arrived. He was screened not but a few hours ago and was admitted soon after. At least he is
Playwright, running red light. by feignedhollywood, literature
Literature
Playwright, running red light.
The call rolled in around, I don't know, let's say eight? My play was opening tonight. "Rebirth" a play by Christopher Roberts, was starting this evening, a late show at nine. I was running late to pre-show but that's not why I ran the red light. The red light, a beacon to tell cars to stop, obviously, was only ran because I got a call on my cell phone from a panicked Sylvia. "Shit!" she screams. "Holy shit, Christopher!" she yells. My sensitive, curious ear listens to her heavy breathing. I question, and she replies, in a hurry. "You'll never believe this! One of the spotlights? Yeah, one of those huge heavy spotlights fell and made a huge
Current Residence: Durangooh, CO Favourite genre of music: Indie. Favourite photographer: This one girl on my tumblr. Favourite style of art: Surreal. Operating System: Macintosh. MP3 player of choice: Jeremiah the iPod. Wallpaper of choice: Right now? Black Swan or Lydia. Favourite cartoon character: Disney. Personal Quote: "Fuck everything you love before everything you love fucks you."
My heart has been broken. I am alone. I am trying to do better. I don't know when I'll love again. Part of me wants to love again, but I doubt it will happen. I need to get away. I need to be alone. I need to rip myself limb from limb and figure out who I am.
Oh, new DA. I will try to update this one more. I will need to crank out some real artwork soon. I wanted a new name and to clean out my gallery and start anew. My username originates from the word feign, which I like. And Hollywood, because I have an odd obsession with it. And together, they make a phrase that calls for fake backdrops and plastic promises. It just works so well.
For anyone who likes to draw people things. Things I like: JEREMY DAVIS... (: Hollywood: especially the Hollywood hills, I don't like the glitz and glamour or anything, but more of nostalgic Hollywood. Big backdrops with old time movie stars and whatnot, like the pe