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A SPOON’S WORST NIGHTMARE

By Taylor Packer

((This story is from the perspective of a spoon. Contains graphic and disturbing images, language, and mild sexuality. Definitely not suitable for children under the age of 13.))

My name is Hogarth Cumbercorn. I’m a spoon. To be more specific, I’m an Oneida Michaelangelo Flatware Spoon from the Patterns for a Lifetime series. I’m often described as curvaceous and ornate, donning 18/10 stainless steel polished to perfection. I am a mirror of the world around me. All that shines onto my concaving and convexing faces is reflected back upon it. I am a perfect spoon.

That’s probably why the human treats the others and I so well. Every morning, I wake to the sight of my human, pulling open the drawer where he lays us to rest at the end of the day. I’m his favorite spoon. I’m one of a kind among these 12/10 stainless steels and colored plastics. I was even his favorite over the baby spoon he had since he was an infant. The way I fit into his mouth is like unto a tailored glove fits around a perfect hand. I’m the perfect hand, of course. My God-given body came without fingers so that none of my human’s milk and cereal could spill away. The milk was always cool, but never frigid. And just before it got too cold, he would warm me with his tongue. He was always so gentle; so careful to keep his teeth away from my mirror-like surface. He nicked me once, but I forgave him. He couldn’t hear me, of course, but he knows.

Today, after breakfast, he washed me by hand the way he always does. He rinsed me in warm water and ran his soapy hands along my body, cleaning me, purifying me. It was like my soul was being cleansed by the ritual of baptism. After I am washed and rinsed, he lifts me out of the sink and dries me with a towel. The towel was coarse at first, but once our wet forms pressed against it, it softens; almost as soft, warm, and wet as his mouth. He set me back in my drawer and his smile reflected off of me, smiling back at him.

I thought that would be the end of it. But it wasn’t…

I was woken from my slumber by a rumble. The drawer we were lying in shook violently. Something was happening. The wall was groaning and the knives were sliding all over themselves. What was happening?

Sudden silence took hold. All of the other utensils quivered slightly, but I stayed still, trying to listen for my human. The drawer suddenly jerked open and the harsh mid-day light stung us, glinting off our bodies like fire. It was blinding so blinding that I couldn’t see who had opened the drawer. I felt a huge hand grope all of the spoons and myself into a tight fist. I was lifted out of the drawer. It was Human. What was he doing? Why was he so angry? What had I done?!

He turned to the sink and that’s when I was taken aback. In the place of one of the cupboards, there was a box. It was stainless steel, but sheered to look more industrial; soulless. I happened to catch a glance at something near the base of its opening maw. It was a metal name tag that read “May-hag” or something. It opened wide for us as would the gates of hell and I saw row upon row of wire strainers and small cages protruding from skeletal shelves. I was shoved face-down into a small crate with the others. I tried to see between the curves of the others, but their panic made it impossible to reason with them. I could only reflect their fear. I heard and felt the forks follow suit; that is, they were crammed into a tiny crate as well. Then the knives. What the hell was happening?!

Then I heard and felt loud clanks. Plates? Bowls? Human was shoving everyone in this metal box. In the panic, I hadn’t had time to notice the smell. It smelled of iron and terror. This couldn’t be happening. All of us were trapped in this box, unable to understand why this new and twisted chamber had become our resting place. I tried to stay calm. Surely this was temporary. Human wouldn’t abandon us to this crammed, cold, clammy box. He wouldn’t. He loved us. He loved me. That’s when I heard laughter.

He was laughing. Dear God, Human was laughing! It made me feel sick, like I would sprout rust just by the sound of it. He closed the box, leaving us in total darkness. I could hear the concerned mutterings of the others. Everyone was panicking. Four years of being cared for and all of a sudden, we were here, in total darkness. Had it all been a lie? Had it all been a ploy to gain our trust?

Searing hot water blasted us from out of nowhere. Everyone screamed. I screamed. Liquid fire was trying to carve away my shiny surface. My skin… My skin was burning! It was being sanded off by the pressure. I could hear the baby spoon wailing, coughing, drowning. What sick monster would do this? The water stopped spraying and we could all breathe again. I wanted to find Baby Spoon and cover him, spoon him, keep him safe from whatever might come next. I wiggled against the others, but we were too tightly packed. I could hear the knives sobbing. They were always the emotional ones, but this time I just wanted to cry with them.

I caught of a whiff of boiling soap. This wasn’t over.

Scalding lava-water exploded around us, gyrating and twirling in a dance of death, hosing us down with a foul, waxy sanitizing agents. I could feel some of the plastic spoons shudder as their skins peeled away from their gooey, plastic flesh. They were melting. They were melting against me! I would screamed, but their plastic melted over my face. What horror! What horror!!!

The soapy water was replaced with the regular magma-water. I was able to push my way through the semi-solid corpses of my fallen spoon-brothers to get to Baby Spoon, but he was gone. There was no sign of him. He must have fallen through the holes in the bottom of the grate. I couldn’t hear him cry anymore. The water stopped and left us all in a burning steam. I could hear the bowls crying, the plates whimpering. The knives had gone silent.

Light crashed into the torture chamber and I saw the human smiling. The bastard was actually smiling! I was so angry, and so afraid. All I could think to do was play dead. He reached into the grates and pulled all the spoons free. He muttered a few curse words and peeled the dead semi-solid spoons from our group. I saw him toss them in the trash as if they were nothing. True, I was the greatest of his spoons, but dammit, they were spoons too! They were spoons too, you MONSTER!

Human tossed us haphazardly into our familiar drawer, one utensil type at a time, whistling as he went. Once we were all in our proper places, he slammed the drawer closed, leaving us alone. I was finally able to cry. I wept and the other spoons did too. We held one another close and mourned our losses. Half the plastics… and even poor, sweet Baby Spoon was gone. We were betrayed by our human.

We know it’s only a matter of time before Human kills us all. The Forks are planning to take him out tonight, after he goes to sleep. We know it’s a suicide mission, but justice must be wrought. There was talk of throwing him into the death box and cooking him alive, but we voted against that. Besides…. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

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TRIUMPHANT RETURN!

That’s right, you beautiful people, I’m back. I purchased a new power cable for my laptop and it just arrived today. I didn’t even think about taking pictures of it so that you guys wouldn’t have to stare at nothing but words. Boring, boring words. I apologize. Next time! Like maybe when I order a new computer. Or have pizza deliver. Ooo! Who thinks I should start taking selfies with all the pizza delivery people? That’d be pretty sweet. And weird.

I have so much to tell you guys and not enough space in one post. But here’s a list of things that will probably be coming pretty soon:

1. I went to Disneyland! You’re going to hear all about that for sure.

2. I went camping for the first time in at least 3 years! You have no idea how much I love camping because I forgot to tell you 

3. My sister got her Mission Call! It’s a pretty big deal for us.

4. I’m revamping the blog! I will more than likely be re-formating everything I can within the coming week and really focusing on what I want this blog to be.

5. I’m going to Flagstaff to shoot a trailer for a film I’m interning on! It’s a horror film and I’ll be sure to do my best to take as many pictures as I can when I’m not working.

6. I’m still addicted to goldfish! This is becoming a serious problem. Send help.

7. At least three other blog posts about my personal opinions of people on the internet! ….YAY!

8. YouTube! I’m revamping my YouTube channel in an attempt to be awesome and your support is most appreciated.

9. THE COLOR OF HUNGER UPDATE! Remember my short film I told you about? Well, so do I and we’ve got some cool news for you.

And much more! Stay tuned, my beautiful, wonderful, soulful readers. You’re the reason I came back. Love you much!

And remember: if you’re going to dream, dream BIG!

Fantasy Writing: Magic

The fantasy genre has many qualities about it that completely enthrall me. Among these qualities, one stands out above the rest: MAGIC.

Magic presents us with a variety of themes and feelings that thrill us. Mystical, mysterious, marvelous, and mischievous, magic presents us with a menagerie of majesty. Magic can create meaningful connections between characters, or unleash mayhem upon the world. It’s incredible. With a flick of a wand, spells can turn rats into water goblets. Muttering a binding can link one source of heat to another. Speaking the true name of something can give you power over it. Ingesting certain metals can give you special abilities. Magic presents us with the ability to do the impossible, while also giving us the burden of power. It’s a fantastic thing that brings a whole new level of complexity to a story.

So what about you? How do you use magic? Is it an elaborate system of do’s, don’ts, and rituals? Is it a simple, soft system or a complicated, hard magic? What is your favorite thing about magic? Comment below. I want to know.

ALSO, YOU SHOULD CHECK THIS OUT! I was made a moderator on this subreddit that’s devoted to magic systems. I’m trying to come up with new ideas for it. Right now, it’s just a place to post about your magic system, but I’m trying to figure out what else I can do with it. Magic-building activities or games, perhaps. Any ideas are appreciated. Go create a reddit account and post about your magic system. We want to hear about it! 😀

Love you all. Thanks for reading.

FILMMAKING: The Color of Hunger

In 2013, I had a concept for a horror film about a group of people plagued by spirits that were metaphysical manifestations of their sins and addictions. By 2014, I had a writer, a cast, and a small crew all willing to donate their precious time to help make my film. It’s been a long, arduous journey. Murphy’s Law has never played a bigger role in my life than it has this last year. From having to find a new location, misinforming a cast member about his role, and running out of money to being stopped in the middle of a shot by a real-life producer, watching horror films together, and working with some of the most talented people in the state of Arizona, I have experienced it all. I’m amateur, certainly. But I have learned more about myself, about my friends, and about my dreams in this last year than I have in my whole life.

I want to be a filmmaker. What does that mean? I myself am not entirely sure. I’m attempting to learn more about the industry and make connections. I’d love to get a job in the costume department or an internship on set or a chance to watch as people edit their films. I’m interested in learning every single aspect of movie-making. If you guys know anyone out there who could connect me to such opportunities, feel free to let me know. 😉

Olivia Romero, played by Jenna McKenna.
Olivia Romero, played by Jenna McKenna. Olivia must fight to overcome her heroin addiction, lest the darkness take her.

The Color of Hunger is a dark drama film that will (hopefully) serve as the progenitor for an 18 episode horror web series. In this film, we explore the torments of a young drug addict on the road to recovery. Not only does she have to face real-life adversity, but she is haunted by a demonic force that’s hellbent on consuming her through her addiction.

There are several flaws in this film. What can I say? It was my first attempt. We had little-to-no money. Murphy’s Law. Etc.

That said, this is a freaking AMAZING movie! The actors are great, the writing was solid, the premise was cool, the story itself was well-constructed, and it was a blast to work on. I’m very proud of it and the work we’ve put into it. I can see how it can be done better, but I can also see how epic it already is. I can’t wait to share it with all of you. We’re currently in post production, so it won’t be too long now.

Olivia and Candice (Skyler Shelly) have a heart to heart about the troubles in Olivia's life. But Candice is anything but a true friend.
Olivia and Candice (Skyler Shelly) have a heart to heart about the troubles in Olivia’s life. But Candice is anything but a true friend.

Thank you all for reading and I hope to share more with you as we go along. For more details, check out our Facebook Page and don’t forget to Like, Follow, and Share with your friends! Your support is incredible. I’m so grateful for all of you who read and post on my blog.

Remember, if you’re going to dream, dream BIG!

On Writing: Multiple Stories

Wielding the attention span of a chicken, I sat down and looked through my files. Lo and behold, I have come up with a thousand stories. I couldn’t honestly tell you the exact number due to the amount of lost data, hidden data, and so on. All I can say is that I am almost certain I have at least come up with nearly a hundred individual stories (even if some of them ended up fusing together or inspiring one another). Over the years, I’ve honed my interests. Eventually, I will hone my craft.

Writing is hard, but focusing is harder. When I have an idea, I feel compelled to write it down before I forget it. Unfortunately, once I start writing it down, I can’t stop until I get the next idea. It’s very disconcerting.

I’m focusing, now. Attempting to align my stories in a way where (should I be absolutely unable to move forward in one), I can hop over to another and meet a certain goal. Five thousand words, a chapter, or some other goal or deadline is placed when I begin and I am not allowed to transfer from one place to another without meeting that goal. It’s exciting. But it’s late. We’ll update this later. Goodnight, my loves.