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Bipolar Disorder: a Slideshow

October 20, 2022

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The Man in the Well: Fifteen Years Later (A Short Story)

By Caitlin C Editor's note: This is a sequel to the 1995 short story, "The Man in the Well" by Ira Sher. Click HERE to read the original on Commonlit.org. Part 1: Reunion I was nine when I discovered the man in the well. I’m 24 now and still feel guilty. I was playing with my friends and found a man stuck inside of a well. I don’t know why I didn’t help. I decided it was time to make things right. I made a group call of all my childhood friends and told them to meet back at the well. Wendy was the first to arrive, then Arthur, Aaron, Grace, and Jason. They all had grown up but still had an evil little smirk on each of their faces. Robby was the only one who wasn’t here. He died of cancer when he was 19. “Guys, I think we have to make things right,” I said wearily. “Are you okay?” Wendy asked. Arthur nudged her as if to say, “Stop”. Wendy and Arthur were newlyweds, but Wen...

Movie Review: Ran (1985)

By Jagger N The following is a review of a 1985 film called Ran . It was directed by Akira Kurosawa and is widely regarded as a cinematic classic. Absolutely beautiful film. A piece of art with color use unlike anything I've ever seen before. I wish I could live in this place despite all of that fire and fighting, just seeing that landscape in real life would put you in a trance. As well as that, this narrative is also beautiful. A masterful retelling of Shakespeare's King Lear. A grand story that is huge in scale to match the actual scale of the rest of the film. So thoroughly entertaining as well. Definitely makes me want to watch more Kurosawa as this left me dumbfounded and really made me have a realization moment as to this other layer of film that I had yet to discover. This makes the debate of Kurosawa being the best director ever make total sense. This is a revolutionary film that went on to alter cinema as we know it. A truly breathtaking masterwork Rating: 99.5/100...

Yogurt Wars: the Battle of Flavors

By M.E. (Major Elephant) This is the first in a series of experimental AI projects that we'll be running. ChatGPT was used to generate a script, and InvideoAI was used for the video. Click below to see the finished product: Have a suggestion for a future project? Tell us in the comments!

The Thing: Microfiction

By Wynn Ithapu The thing was a rabid beast. His mouth foaming with blood, he lurked, waiting for his next prey. He lured you in, let you believe you had a chance, only cut you down with his razor sharp talons, blood and cartilage flung everywhere, you run, but you’re too late. He will draw in others as well, those who know no better. He pounces. You get a clear view of his enormous maw, flesh from his last victim still jammed between his massive fangs. He keeps you awake at night, you’re wasting your limited strength to keep him tame. Help won’t be coming tonight. Again, you remember how you onced loved him. He was kind and caring. The two of you would spar for pleasure, and you introduced him to your friends. He was a plaything, back when you were young and naive, not yet the varlet that's running your life into the dirt. You must appease him now. You’re fighting for your life, yet he'll never comprehend what he’s done to you.

Mission 458 - A Book Written By a Student (Chapter 1)

By M.E (Major Elephant) This book is a work in progress, and will be shown one chapter at a time. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All text shown below is a product of the author's imagination. Enjoy! Chapter One The train pulled away, and that's when Robert DaLinki realized that his brother, John, was not going to return for a long time. All Robert would get from his brother was a message that said, “I have gotten here safely, see you in six years!” John was on a top secret-mission that Robert knew nothing about, and he wished he knew a little more. Who knew what he might be doing? Robert walked out of the train station and to his car. He thought he heard someone behind him, so he turned around and saw a woman. She wore red all over, except her shoes, black high heels. “Hello Robe...

Thanksgiving Artwork

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Pollution: The Silent Killer (an AI-Generated Advertisement)

By M.E. (Major Elephant) This is the second piece in our experimental AI project. Using invideoAI, one of our members designed an advertisement to help reduce pollution and plastic waste. NOTE: Please do not contact the email address in the video. It is fake and not for contact purposes. Click below to see the finished product:

Losing Otto: A Narrative Poem (Part 2)

I wake up And sluggishly drag myself Out of bed And into My kitchen I find myself turning my head Looking for Otto Looking for someone to turn to Looking for someone To confide in I feel alone Like one man stranded On an island wailing and crying out for help desperately Only to find there is no one there for him I feel trapped in a box I feel like time has stopped in its tracks I feel like my world has turned a deep shade of grey I feel like i’m fighting a losing battle

Original Artwork

By Abigail H Here's a sketch of a dragon by one of our staff members. Let us know what other types of art you'd like to see posted to The Sparta Spirit!

Crystal Mastermind: Chapter One (Katheryn)

By Chloe B Chapter One Katheryn I knew I had Crystal between a cliff’s edge and swordpoint when I said I needed her Honeymoon Crown. Quick as a flash, I sprung up and unleashed my taekwondo moves. She howled in anger and spewed a series of curse words. Crystal whipped out a ten thousand dollar designer cell phone and dialed a number within seconds. A tinkling sound filled the room. The TV flew outward and two women dressed in scarlet armor marched in, scarlet scabbards hanging at their hips. My eyes widened. Crystal really had it in for me. “Katheryn Jacobi, you’re coming with us,” they said in unison. Crystal smirked. I glared daggers at her. She made one tiny circle gesture, and the guards, for that’s clearly what they were, yanked out a metal circular chain connected to four smaller ones. They clamped the larger circle around my waist and connected the smaller ones to their wrists. At first I stood my ground. Then the guards gav...

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