Carnival at the End of the World

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A deserted carnival, sense of something wrong, something terrible at the edge of her memory. And a quantum photo booth claiming the power to take pics one our into the past, or into the future. The race for her life began before the gun went off.

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  1. ScarTissueFilmsNovember 12, 2018 at 11:31 AM

    Powerful stuff. Fantastic tension.

    There was a slight false beat where you mentioned kaleidoscopic lights being enveloped by the surrounding darkness.. Which is a bit of an oxymoron. If they were enveloped it would be dark, but but what you mean is that they are shining out. Maybe change or to something meaning the light was emphasised, but rather than enveloped. Very good stuff, but though.

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    1. kevin lenihanNovember 28, 2018 at 1:08 PM

      Thanks! Your opinion always in high regard in the
      se quareters!

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    2. ScarTissueFilmsDecember 6, 2018 at 5:00 AM

      Sorry about the nonsensical comment. My phone has started to throw in random words!! I think you got the gist.

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