I actually haven't gotten this story completely written yet, as it's been commissioned as a serial for our local weekly art/culture magazine, but I just heard your G.I. podcast, and thought that you might find this very different...
Right after high school I joined the Marines and was swiftly whisked away to boot camp and combat training and all the other neccessary military training modules a naive, clueless 18 year old kid is required to endure. I joined prior to the...
This isn't a story, but just a letter to you all at Snap Judgement. I just wanted to say screw-off! You made me cry twice today. Excellent work!
Thanks,
-Brando
My Country, No More is a poetic feature documentary film that explores the dreams and nightmares of a Western North Dakota farming community struggling to maintain their way of life amidst the recent oil boom.
When a local...
Hi,
My name is Debra Trevino, and I'm a Creative Executive for the film production company, Kopelson Entertainment. I heard your broadcast 4/21 entitled 'Heart Failure' about a woman researching the cure for her young...
This is a long story that I am going to greatly summarize.
When my dad was a teen he was in a motorcycle accident and suffered brain damage. At first he was still pretty functional once he went through therapy, but was prone to...
My roommate Cari and I live in Los Angeles, working in the art department on independent films. That usually means a no budget, fly by the seat of your pants, get it done however you can attitude.
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A story about relocating and the loneliness that follows, the joy of dancing, and the importance of finding connection and community with others.
We stared at the ultrasound screen. Please move, please, Oscar, move, I silently begged. The doctor looked at us, “I’m sorry.” I threw up. The following morning I gave birth to our son. He was beautiful, he was...
When I was 2 years old, the Cuban Revolution was in full swing. My dad was a lawyer. Defending Fidel Castro and his rebels in court, he won a famous victory.
In San Pedro, CA, atop some hill in a cemetery, Charles Bukowski plays dead for the rest of time. After parking his car outside of my old childhood home, which sits just down the hill from the same hospital in which my mother screamed me...
WWSD?
My first-hand peek into the Satanic New Year.
First I think it's important to tell you a little bit about me. I'm a fairly woo-woo sort of gal just recently transplanted from the homogenous Marin county to the grand...
I have only dated one black man. It was while studying abroad in Mali and I was 21. Since the family structure is so tight and crucial to the individual’s economy, one lived at home until they were married and moved into their family's...
The Shadow
A man is tormented by a disembodied shadow.
Here's a story from my wife about her connection with her mother and the passion they shared about makeup.
I recorded a spoken word piece of it and posted it up on soundcloud.
