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The Pale: Coming Attractions
This Weekend! Thrill to the lusty actions of Ra’la Reseptembai, Slave Mistress of the Tarnished Legion! A big thanks to these two lovely actresses! You don’t get enough credit! Watch as Ra’la...
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The Pale (XI)
Forward: Due to recent life events involving internet despots, I have seen fit to exorcise them from my system via the following comedy(ala Dante). (with gratitude to Nanshakh) The Pale (XI) Myrstra...
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The Serpent’s Eye
Thanks Lizbot and Disney artists! Mind acing for revelation instead of more meditation, I gave in to my inner-demon. I couldn’t get my syringes of Golden Teacher, just wasn’t in the cards. The State...
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October Town
1. The Witch House Tia Nguyen was in the middle of pouring a glass of Sprite when the sound of distant chimes rang in her ears. Lights fading slowly, the old house blinked. She took a hesitant step...
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October Town (ii)
“Shhhhh,” Sill’s smoky voice whispered in the perfect dark. “Don’t wake the sleepers. They guard this shortcut. To wake them is to die.” Tia slowed to a crawl in the negative space between worlds. She...
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October Town (iii)
Borrowed from: rozen-amaranth.livejournal… Tia watched the troubadour go first. He bent to his left knee in reverence, smiled the whole time, nodded his head as if sharing secrets, and with a faint...
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October Town (i.a)
“Shhhhh,” Sill’s smoky voice whispered in the perfect dark. “Don’t wake the sleepers. They guard this shortcut. To wake them is to die.” Tia slowed to a crawl in the negative space between worlds....
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October Town (iv)
The old house on Hazel was no piece of cake to break into. You had the yard to contend with, that was, if you made over the tall iron fence without a hitch. Patches of moonlit shot through the October...
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Aya Song
Fear not, for I am only devil by skin. There is no need to control, that which is Ours already is before us: the rocks, the air, the verdant twig Struggling to life. Weeks ago, I made my devils...
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October Town (v): When Murder Comes to Town
Forward: Welcome back to my dream lab, my sketch book of words. That’s all this is. This current sketch is a challenge to me. Herein I work with archetypal characters I’ve glimpsed on Dr. Who, Pokemon,...
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Interlude: Isabel Pauses In Limbo (A Shift Back to UO Sylvan Dreams)
Isabel, her long legs propped up on a library table, reclined in her chair, spreading the stained map over her pale legs. Razor thin eyebrows, thin like a spider’s leg, kinked upward. “I’ll be...
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Interlude: Isabel in Limbo (ii)
Needless to say, the necromantic texts were in a state of perpetual rot. Scrolls leaned in corners, trapped with vials of poisonous gas dangling from their seals; other scrolls slumped unused on...
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Interlude: Isabel in Limbo (iii)
The fungi intoxication was nothing like her death by deadly poison. Limbo exploded into colors. Gone were the drab gray, the cemetery black. Down at her boots a glowing lotus presently spiraled out...
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Article 2
I wish I knew the name of the artist. Diary: The Roar of the Sun Entry I There’s something about the marshy flatlands of the world that changes the people that choose to live there. The sky is always...
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VII
VII The source of her confusion waned with Maribeth buried in the ground. Isobella thought she could still hear her old servant now and then, especially when the cruel stars shone their brightest on...
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VIII
(Artist Unknown) Eyes on the vibrant red leaves, Isobella kicked at a fecund stool. Not the one, she told herself, not the right color. King Magus had thick stems, wide hoods; this one, short and fat,...
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Alice Cooper’s “Dwight Fry”: The Breakdown of American Consciousness
We‘ve all had our days with him, and if you haven’t, you should brush up on your Alice Cooper because this man is the voice of the true America. Tortured, posed with a flirtation with nihilism, and...
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Thank You
As we have heard, life is a series of changes, and so my blog is no different. I reduced my content to draft mode so that I might revisit each piece in order to self-publish in book form. I shall of...
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Rhetorical Device Practice
Pathos II Tis true, we had a few checks in a few columns, Which gave the illusion of connection. Horror fiction, poetry, grammar: Power-glue ad nauseam. I admired your in-born talents; talents proudly...
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In The Cave of the Cyclops
Though you think I am the Foe, I am exactly opposite. Though you think I am invincible, I am exactly nothing like the same. Grow, child grow. Take from me my strength– For the world will not give...
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