Different but the same- Chapter 1 Pain - Edited
"so what if i did and anyway i think it looks better like that, very postmodern" he just laughed.
I.O.U
He was wearing a wifebeater t-shirt, probably some sort of postmodern fucking hipster irony. khaki cargo shorts, nice and baggy but not so baggy they could hide the presence of a most impressive package.
The Submission Game
Seeto's brown sheets, his postmodern artwork, his small television and books about the history of theatre. all of the things lining his apartment to make the character real. but, despite the curiosity, it still almost offended him.
Ladder Racing, spring 2019 (Chapter 4)
Nobody cares how well their barista or mcdonalds server can monologue between modernism and postmodernism.
Doomed Across Worlds
The two plinths were graphite-grey and flanked the steps leading up to the postmodern façade. slowly, the statue's proportions shifted, the snout lengthening to a wedge shape as the wings grew larger.
Pokerface
I still remember the first time I lied. I never lied as a child. I'm autistic – it's anathema. It's not that we can't or won't lie, if push comes to shove. It's that, for most of us, we'll always avoid it whenever we can and, when times force our...
Rent
A postmodern 'lamp' hangs from the ceiling, reminding jax of wind chimes made of light. the table is full of money. it's straight out of a cliche mobster film - neat stacks of bills forming a ziggarut in bundles of hundreds.
Maranatha - Chapter XI, as told by Owen Zelazny
William described it as postmodern reclamation of outdated genres through musical violence, but since none of the band are really skilled musicians, the songs we play are really simple and it all ends up being about how forcefully we play.
Showdown
postmodern to the point of escher-esque, the elevated lobby consisted of spiraling stairs that went up the walls and across vast empty gulfs, making patterns that required a flexible system of gravitational orientation to utilize properly.
Full Circle - Part 1
It was a normal day for him as he sat on his deck. He had no reason to cherish it any more then the ones before. He looked down upon the valley, golden from mid-fall leaves, as he sipped his coffee. It was 5:30, half an hour before work. He planned to...
The Long, Cold Dark, Chapter IV: Blacking Out the Friction
He made landfall at the docks, rising from the water, still clutching the coast guard vessel like some kind of postmodern poseidon. water streaming off his body, cliff made his way down the street leading away from the waterfront.
Tail - Chapter 19
Taken in totality the colors present in the room create a postmodern collage worthy of the louvre. it's gorgeous as all life is. but dangerous also. an attempt at reaching the divine, utterly doomed to fail. but what even is the divine?