Film Segregation

Clarice and Kyle both followed the same travel vlogger. I didn’t think anything of the situation since the three of us had been friends since high school. The strange thing was that they had a private group chat that didn’t include me. I only found out because Kyle accidentally sent a message in our group chat. “I got us a table reservation at that restaurant for Sunday. Don’t be late.” It took less than a second before the text was deleted. I asked, “What restaurant? Let’s go together.” Kyle typed back, “Oops. Wrong chat. I’m having dinner with a colleague.” Clarice stayed silent throughout. It took some time, but I started connecting the dots. Whenever the three of us had something planned, one of them would cancel at the last minute. Previously, Clarice said she’d get the tickets for the music festival, but somehow, she could only secure two. Those went to her and Kyle. During our last camping trip, Kyle said that he only managed to borrow two sets of gear. When I offered to rent my own, Kyle brushed me off, saying that it was just too much of a hassle and that there was always a next time. That same weekend, Kyle and Clarice posted photos from that exact campsite, twenty minutes apart. For six months, I convinced myself that I was just unlucky. Looking back now, I realized that I had been singled out. So I left the group chat. No explanations. No accusations. I muted notifications from travel apps, ticketing apps, and restaurant bookings. Then, I booked a solo trip to Lake Tahoe, a ticket with no refund and no amendment allowed.

Among the world's female models, Julian Vance once again ranked first as the photographer they most wanted to spend a night with. And yet he had never taken a single photograph of me. When reporters asked about it, he could never hide the fondness in his eyes. "My wife is for my eyes only. No one else gets that privilege." On my birthday, I happily changed into a lace nightdress and, for the first time, asked him to record me with his camera. Several minutes passed. The shutter never sounded. Behind the camera, Julian's expression had gone stiff. "Forget it," he said. My joy collapsed into confusion. "What's wrong?" "It's just..." He laughed dryly. "Photography is work. I don't want to mix you up with work." Then he put the camera back, turned around, and went into the bathroom. The door to the darkroom where he developed his photos was half open, red light spilling through the crack. I walked inside and saw an album on the worktable titled Vivian Blair's Private Diary. I opened it. Inside were photos in every degree of intimacy and every kind of pose.

When Alex takes a high-paying job under the notoriously controlling CEO, Rowan Vale, they know the environment will be intensebut nothing prepares them for the psychological grip Rowan holds over every employee. Rules are absolute. Loyalty is demanded. Escape is impossible. Alex quickly becomes a target of Rowan’s attention, pulled into a dangerous dynamic where power is constantly tested and boundaries are deliberately broken. What begins as manipulation turns into a volatile push-and-pull, charged with tension neither of them can ignore. But beneath Rowan’s cold dominance lies something fractured something eerily familiar to Alex. As secrets unravel, Alex discovers that Rowan is just as trapped as everyone else, bound by expectations, past trauma, and a system they didn’t create but now control. Their connection deepens into something raw and consuming, forcing both of them to confront their own cages emotional, psychological, and physical. Together, they begin to push against the walls that confine them, but freedom comes at a price. Because breaking out might mean destroying everything Rowan has built… and risking the fragile bond forming between them. In the end, they must choose: remain prisoners of their pasts or burn the entire system down to finally be free.

in a world where the rich and the poor, the blacks and the whites, the slaves and the masters don’t mix, what happens when the future king falls for a slave?

Forbidden is about two young African-American lovers. It centres on how much one has to fight for what he wants. The story has proven that love is not enough, this can be seen throughout the story through the character's acts of selflessness and respect for the one they love. Vivian Blake and Alexan

In an East London lock up, two film makers, Jimmy and Sam, are duct taped to chairs and forced to watch a snuff film by Ashkan, a loan shark to whom they owe a lot of money. If they don’t pay up, they’ll be starring in the next one. Before the film reaches its end, Ashkan and all his men are slaughtered by unknown assailants. Only Jimmy and Sam survive the massacre, leaving them with the sole copy of the snuff film. The film makers decide to build their next movie around the brutal film. While auditioning actors, they stumble upon Melissa, an enigmatic actress who seems perfect for the leading role, not least because she’s the spitting image of the snuff film’s main victim. Neither the film, nor Melissa, are entirely what they seem however. Jimmy and Sam find themselves pulled into a paranormal mystery that leads them through the shadowy streets of the city beneath the city and sees them re-enacting an ancient Mesopotamian myth cycle. As they play out the roles of long forgotten gods and goddesses, they’re drawn into the subtle web of a deadly heresy that stretches from the beginnings of civilization to the end of the world as we know it. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing