I found all of the short films interesting to watch, but two that inspired me to write things were Logan and Ava's film, and Nhu, Terance and Alicia's film.
Mannequin:
Sometimes I feel so fake, so manufactured. I feel as if my thoughts and ideas are not original, as if I have been programmed to say what I say. That my decisions are being made for me. I feel like I am a follower. That I have no control in my life.
I see my reflection. I stare at my face. Who am I? What makes me unique? Why do I sometimes strive to be the same as everyone else?
I don't want to be a mannequin. Designed to be identical to so many others. Made to be placed somewhere and be forgotten. I don't want to be a plastic clone.
I want to be me.
Movement:
Eyes closed.
Still. A lifeless body sprawled on artificial lawn. Arms and legs unmoving.
Eyes open.
Awake. Blinking eyes. Looking around. She coughs, and takes a deep breath. Moving limbs. As if she can't keep still. She is alive. A sudden movement. She is on her feet. Her body is thrown into movement. She is spinning and extending her arms. She moves like a flowing river, like a flower flying in the wind. Her hair moves with her. She looks free. She looks at peace.
Eyes closed.
Back on the ground. Lifeless. Did she ever leave this position? Was it all a dream?
Mannequin:
Sometimes I feel so fake, so manufactured. I feel as if my thoughts and ideas are not original, as if I have been programmed to say what I say. That my decisions are being made for me. I feel like I am a follower. That I have no control in my life.
I see my reflection. I stare at my face. Who am I? What makes me unique? Why do I sometimes strive to be the same as everyone else?
I don't want to be a mannequin. Designed to be identical to so many others. Made to be placed somewhere and be forgotten. I don't want to be a plastic clone.
I want to be me.
Movement:
Eyes closed.
Still. A lifeless body sprawled on artificial lawn. Arms and legs unmoving.
Eyes open.
Awake. Blinking eyes. Looking around. She coughs, and takes a deep breath. Moving limbs. As if she can't keep still. She is alive. A sudden movement. She is on her feet. Her body is thrown into movement. She is spinning and extending her arms. She moves like a flowing river, like a flower flying in the wind. Her hair moves with her. She looks free. She looks at peace.
Eyes closed.
Back on the ground. Lifeless. Did she ever leave this position? Was it all a dream?
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