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The Shadow Fox Chronicles - Chapter Three

Andy Lane Of the things my mother had taught me before I left for college, her list of hangover remedies had proven to be the most useful. As I trudged from my room into the kitchen, the heel of one hand pressed into my forehead, I could justify the first two beers. I could even make an allowance for the third, because it was rude to join someone for drinks and not have one. It was the next two that had me questioning my judgment, internal accusations bordering on charges of masochism. The pounding of my head offset whatever gratitude I might have had for the rest of the night’s events, and any further assessment of my mental state wou

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The Shadow Fox Chronicles - Chapter Three

Andy Lane Of the things my mother had taught me before I left for college, her list of hangover remedies had proven to be the most useful. As I trudged from my room into the kitchen, the heel of one hand pressed into my forehead, I could justify the first two beers. I could even make an allowance for the third, because it was rude to join someone for drinks and not have one. It was the next two that had me questioning my judgment, internal accusations bordering on charges of masochism. The pounding of my head offset whatever gratitude I might have had for the rest of the night’s events, and any further assessment of my mental state wou

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Eyes of the Seer - Prologue

I spent the final days of my life alone, even though I did not know I was dying. Around me, the world seemed to be shifting. A cloud of darkness shrouded what had once been an ordinary existence and ripped from me everything I had known. For long hours, I would stand at work and stare at the people who passed me by as though attempting to figure out what changed and when. Little did I know what waited for me around the corner. Granted, the final days leading up to the earliest hours of January 20, 1983 are somewhat of a blur to me. It might have been the enchantment I was under, or the haze of realizing I lived on borrowed time without knowi

Peter's Memoirs

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Literature

Interview with the Vampire Assassin

A crack of lightning streaked across the sky as Andy Lane pulled up to the three-story monolith. A light rain had started to descend, giving the glow of the Philadelphia street lights an extra sheen and bringing with it a chill harsh enough to settle into the marrow. Andy cut out the car’s ignition and paused, hands resting on the steering wheel as he repeated the instructions written out on the invitation. “Come to this address. Come alone. I have something you might find interesting.” He rolled his eyes. “I swear if he’s selling a time share I’ll toss him out a window.” Andy opened the car door. No

Vampire Stories

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Literature

The Shadow Fox Chronicles - Prologue

They say they found his body lying face down on the carpet, a spilled glass of Johnnie Walker Blue beside him and a cigar burned to cinders in an ashtray on his desk. The coroner report said he had been like that for two hours before his wife, Denise, checked on him while intending to retire for the night. Pictures of both the deceased CEO and his widow accompanied the stories in the papers, forming the backdrop of my thoughts as my professor Dr. George Vasquez paced the floor in front of his Current Affairs class. He glanced at me for a moment before shifting his attention away. “The press coverage of Henry Devlin’s death,̶

The Unquiet Dead

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Literature

The Shadow Fox Chronicles - Chapter Three

Andy Lane Of the things my mother had taught me before I left for college, her list of hangover remedies had proven to be the most useful. As I trudged from my room into the kitchen, the heel of one hand pressed into my forehead, I could justify the first two beers. I could even make an allowance for the third, because it was rude to join someone for drinks and not have one. It was the next two that had me questioning my judgment, internal accusations bordering on charges of masochism. The pounding of my head offset whatever gratitude I might have had for the rest of the night’s events, and any further assessment of my mental state wou

From Darkness to Shadow

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The Veiled Madonna

You wear a crown of thorns upon your head Blood droplets like tears stain A gown as white as snow As you cry out for deliverance From the ashes gathered at your feet. Once shamed; twice fooled by beauty. I touched your crimson hands Thinking they contained salvation Oh, Madonna, intercede for those You have led astray. Twice taken in by madness I lost myself inside your holy writ Lain prostrate at your altar thinking That I might be a worthy sacrifice Your one true acolyte But I am not your only martyr. And your porcelain cracked revealing Obsidian beneath your robes A fiction in your prayers And lies within your truths And as the veil dr

Poetry

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In Two-Part Harmony

The room fell silent as his fingers struck the final chord, its harmonious echo quickly fading as the strings of his piano stilled. Pausing with relish, the pianist remained in place for a moment, in part to allow the sentiment of the music to wash out of him after having channeled it throughout the duration of the piece. It was a practice which had become as common as cracking his knuckles; as simple as that first breath before his fingertips touched ivory. Music was his soul and the piano, the altar where he celebrated his communion. The ghost of a smile touched the corners of his mouth. A pulse beat steadily in the background, from the ar

Misc. Pieces

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The House of Sabrina

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Cover For Issue 1

FDTS - Comic Pages

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