#surrealist shorts

[fashionlandscapeblog]

At Land (1944) - dir. Maya Deren

#maya deren #at land #surrealist cinema #cinema #avant garde cinema #arthouse cinema #movie scenes #movie gifs #film gif #experimental cinema #short film #filmmaker #women in the arts

[eon-seven]

Mirror, awaken

Heartbeat is stronger,

I feel I could survive a little longer, If I see you tonight

Or If feel your love inside

Created, You’re my AI

Walking,

Awaken,

Mirror mind

#futuristic art #afrofuturism #digital art #surrealistic #surrealart #futurism #surrealism #spaceart #futurecore #surrealist #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #short poem

[insomniac-dot-ink]

The Painted Sky

Rain drums against the windowpanes and a stream of water courses alongside the road. The lights above hum and there isn't a car in sight. Yellow shrubland and bare-rock canyons spread out into a sun-bleached land. Miles of orange rocks formed by a toddler’s lopsided taste, lumpy and misshapen.

None of my new coworkers have asked me where I live in all this nothing, but I don’t ask them either. This Shop-N-Go is located at a fork in the road, one path leading deep into the desert and the other to some star-distant city.

It’s the same store you see on every corner of nowhere. Rows of name brand snacks. Walls of sodas and weak beer. A kiosk of forgettables—headphones, chargers, sunscreen, novelty t-shirts that you say, “I Believe”. An umbrella. You don’t usually need an umbrella though.

Middle of the day and I’m mopping the floors, the wood smooth in my hands and linoleum murky. My eyes itch. This manager hates having store music play if she can help it. The silence is murky too, the tense reverence of a graveyard.

Lightning crackles in the distance. My eyes drag up, ears ringing and back stiff. There’s a water stain on the ceiling—in the corner, above the sodas. A small dank sun growing inch by inch. I snap my eyes away. The stain has been there since I started, I think.

The manager on duty with me, Carol, is staring outside. Rain beats harder against the roof of the Shop-N-Go, mixing with the deafening shushing sound of the AC. Storm clouds rumble across the land like a hungry stampeded. I move the sudsy water around in circles, eyes down.

Carol grunts. She’s known to keep her thoughts to herself, which I appreciate. A stout solid woman with the presence of a bowling ball and one long dull white hair braid down her back. She’s missing an arm and knots all of her left sleeves in a way that reminds me of pirates or cowboys. I hope she hadn’t noticed I’d started wearing my hair in one long braid down my back.

I glance at Carol and then away again. I remind myself that she would say if we were gonna close early.

Cold creeps down my arm. Carol grunts again, sharp eyes darting toward me and window, frowning. She isn’t the one that hired me, though not many places would hire a 16-year-old washed up out of nowhere.

“Midge.” I blink several times and there’s a flash of Carol’s teeth. “Do you hear that?”

The rain drums on. I clamp the mop tighter between my fists and swallow. “Bad storm,” I try to mimic her bare tones, minimalist in nature.

Carol glances up. I know where she’s looking. “Tend the counter.”

“Customers?”

Carol doesn’t answer. I shove the mop against the nearest wall and bustle to the cash register. Thunder cracks through the sky and I jump, jamming my hip against the counter and probably leaving a baseball-sized bruised.

I wince, round the corner and face the door all the same, trying to be good. Carol gestures and I could barely make out her words, “back up.”

The cold spreads to the back of my neck. I don’t need to be told twice. I back up toward the magazines. Carol narrows her eyes, rain drenches the land and makes wavy lines across the windows like ocean surf.

I look too far up. My vision catches on it like a thorn, and I inhale. The water stain has grown. The edge is bright yellow, a growing bruise, and the center is a indigo with a twinge of red. I swallow and hope Carol doesn’t notice.

“Ma’am?” I speak up, forcing my voice to stay even and failing.

“Duck down now, there’s a good girl.”

I shake, a numbness in my fingertips. The rain batters the earth, drowning out the AC, and water beads at the center of the ceiling stain. Carol takes a step forward and lightning cracks the sky in half. My eyes go wide. I don’t duck down.

The ceiling drips. A drop the color of fire falls. I rock forward, suppressing a whine. Water isn’t normally an angry red. Through the window, the orange rock and distant desert are blurring into one, smears of color seen through a kaleidoscope. My mouth goes dry, and I crane my neck, tilting over the counter.

“Don’t.”

“I’ve never seen those colors before.” I hold my breath, still staring. “Have you?”

“Midge,” she says in warning and something balloons in my chest in the same moment. It’s nice to be worried over.

“Yes?” I glance around, lowering my voice and matching her frown. “Do you know where we are?” My nonsense-question is swallowed by the sound of rain against earth. Earth disappearing into water. I can’t see the road anymore and it’s nothing but shapes outside. I blink and rub my eyes, the water has a purple quality. A pink one. A greenish hue. Like rainbows across oil spills.

I can’t make out the rock formations anymore. I come out from behind the counter in a lurch. The water stain is dripping freely, yellow brackish water and then orange and purple. I follow a stray drip with my eyes. One leaves a track down the wall that seems to peel the wallpaper away, leaving wood behind.

The words don’t make out of my mouth. Poison? Toxic waste? Cursed sludge?

The rainbow of color licks the wall clean, and I stumble in place. “Get down,” Carol says through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed. “Storms almost over.”

I can’t tear my eyes away. Carol’s good hand is on the handle of the door, holding it in place I realize. I edge toward the corner, thoughts reeling, unreality clogging in my lungs. A part of me simply wanted a better look, the other part was lifting my hand up to touch it.

The world outside is a river of color, leaking into our tiny Shop-N-Go and erasing.

“I said duck down.” A hand grips my shoulder, I jump, swaying in place. Carol turns me around in one fluid motion and I let out a yelp. Her arm is bright, a vivid purple color, indigo, red, blue, shapeless and wavering. I scream. She speaks in low tones, “It won’t hurt you.”

The lightning cracks through the melting world. Carol’s arm is there and not-there. The thunder follows, booming and scrambling my thoughts. An ocean seems to crash against the window, watercolors of blue and purple and pink. Shapes swim in the distance, clouds over the sun. Or whales, sharks, fish flittering through the storm like something beyond knowing.

"It’s just memory," Carol mumbles and I am still screaming. She shakes me gently with her not-there arm. I clutch at her and if I was a different teen with a different story, we’d call it a hug. She hisses in my ear, "Just memory, Midge."

Eventually I stop, though I couldn’t tell you when. And the world eases into a dusty barren place again, one meant for sunlight. Carol asks if I need a place to stay that night and I just nod. She says I can keep staying and I don't know what to say to that either.

During that storm I learn about the type of places that hire 16-year-olds without question and all the different colors the sky can bleed.

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#short story #flash fiction #surrealist fiction #flash fic #scary story #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #1k words #long post cw

[justanoval]

A Hall to Remember

A familiar place, in all of my dreams. A peculiar face, with all of my screams.

Singing, breathing. Talking and teasing. Thinking, feeling. Walking and wheezing.

No one is here, except me and my fear. Nothing is near, except he I can hear.

Twisting and turning, walls reach to the stars. Shifting and churning, it's all quite bizarre.

It repeats, it extends. It jumps and it yearns. I don't see the end; I may not return.

#dreamcore #weirdcore #art #surreal #surrealism #surrealist art #poetry #poem #short story #video games #dream #writing

[arrayed-in-purple]

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 (𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒)

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫: 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

(OC)

#too many cooks #adult swim #horror #horror blog #surrealist comedy #horror comedy #Casper Kelly #satire #satirical #horror satire #horror blogging #horror aesthetic #movie screenshots #movie frames #bloody movies #horror cinema #short movie #horror short #youtube horror #adult swim shorts #creepy #vintage aesthetic #horror frames #splatter #now the song is stuck in your head to

[free-grandmaa]

From birth

Sacrificed my only life

I don't recognize her

But she's doing all kinds of new things

#short poems #short poem #love poem #original poem #abstract poetry #the sacred feminine #traditional femininity #surrealist #self love #self worth #self awareness #poem #poetry #feminist poetry #writers community #light academia #dark acamedia #spiritual quotes #inspiring quotes #motivating quotes #motivation #inspiration #inspiring words #poets of tumblr #writers and poets #unconditional love #self discovery #self care

[soulslostinthewind]

i watched the marbled floor turn into a field of clovers. i knew then, this is it, this is all there is, all there has ever been, all there will ever be. the man took my hand but it was- it was no longer attached to me. i think that i am not my body. and that i am highly favored by God, and that God is real and so is everything else. every single particle of my being belongs to all of you. kiss me through the electric current flowing through glowing strands, extending from our brains like the strings of eight billion marionette puppets. the man took my hand- i kept mistakenly lying my hand on top of his as if he were courting me. if i listened close enough i could feel the electric current connecting every mind in the room. i smiled at my mother; i kept asking her what she was doing but she could not hear me through the screen of psilocybin—or perhaps i could not hear her. all of my thoughts were in the form of rhythmic poetry. i couldn’t stop smiling at those clovers dancing in the orange glow. oh, how i loved the shade of orange in the lightbulb. only the one that was the correct shade of orange. it made me feel warm. the man was angry, arguing with a woman. i think that they may have been speaking english. i was in another place. i could feel his thoughts. i could feel my soul caressing my tired vessel. i could feel everything that was. and as i fell into the depths of worldly poison, i could feel my limbs reattach themselves; once again caging me beneath their sinister embrace.

#writing #tags for mutuals #writers on tumblr #poetry #short story #creative writing #surrealism #surrealist art #derealization #reading #short reads #amateur writer #recreational #psychedelia #psilocybe cubensis #dereality #strangecore #tw drugs #girlblogging #this is a girlblog #drainer

[beefpattysupreme]

god save me lololololololol

#sketch #sketchbook #sketchblog #art #artwork #traditional art #original art #artists on tumblr #abstract #abstract art #poetry #poems on tumblr #writers on tumblr #short story #cursive #ink #ink drawing #pen and ink #surreal #surrealist art

[discoidal]

read my short story She's Gone! on The Origami Review Issue 2 :))

#short story #original fiction #surrealist writing #compulsory heterosexuality #sapphic #lesbianism

[schlock-luster-video]

On March 28, 2006, David Lynch's Dumbland was released on DVD in the United States.

Here's some new art inspired by the animated cult classic!

#dumbland #david lynch #animated film #animated short #short film #tcm underground #david lynch movies #cult films #cult movies #cult cinema #surrealist film #art house film #experimental film #movie art #art #drawing #movie history #pop art #modern art #pop surrealism #portrait #cult film

[fashionlandscapeblog]

At Land (1944) - dir. Maya Deren

#maya deren #at land #surrealist cinema #cinema #avant garde cinema #arthouse cinema #movie scenes #movie gifs #film gif #experimental cinema #short film #filmmaker #women in the arts

[mx-heinous]

So my Spotify glitches and when I tried to play a song, it kept playing a sound clip of some guy sipping from a straw. Honestly the most terrifying thing I've heard.

#heinous sayings #this feels like the start to a really weird surrealist horror short film

[infinitymythos]

Illusion Mind🌈🛸🪐

By: Yoshitaka Amano

#fantasy #short film #surrealist #surrealism #japanese artist #Japanese art #short animation #short animatic #illusion art #illusion #fantasy film #Youtube

[manuel-cojocaru]

Dream sequences from experimental film Oneroi,by Manuel Cojocaru.

#short film #indie film #folklore #cerberus #hades #ancient greek mythology #b&w #ancient greece #filmmaking #dreams #surreal #surrealism #surrealist photography

[lunarfinch]

A friend convinced me to write a short story for a local contest and I'm so happy she did. I used to write a lot, but I've dedicated less and less time to it since I decided to get serious about gamedev.

I really want to get back into writing though. It's not like it's unrelated to my games! I think it'll make me a stronger artist in the long run.

So much to do, so little time!

#my ramblings #it's a very surrealist short story #we've been very into that lately

[lafcadiosadventures]

Hi. gerard de nerval is amazing

#that’s it that’s the post #the galaxy brain of this guy x) #just finished hand of glory #if you know what a hand of glory is nerval puts such a great twiat to the whole hand making business #* twist #i need an animated short of this story by yesterday #also breton said nerval is one of the 1st to use the word surrealism?? this tale is absolutely surrealist #also this story is pretty dark when you think about it but it’s so much fun you don’t notice it