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Episode 22 - Posted to Strong Coffee by The Shadowmaster
We don't see Jerry much anymore since Gregory moved him to another dorm. In some ways, I miss him, and I'm sorry I lost his money. "If I tell you the truth, will you keep it under your hat?" "Sure. Rumors have been flying since the morning old Collie found you'd gone over the wall. Hearing your side will be interesting." "A nasty dude who wanted to sell me to his friend was dangling me by my ankle from a second story window and it fell out of my pocket. I got away from him, but when I went back later that.. (Read More)
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EPISODE EIGHTEEN - REBECCA THE EDITOR - Posted to The Sailor, The Mohawk, & The Giant Malamute by Scott Amundson
Rebecca watched Matoaka as she told the story of the defeat of the 6000. The horror of the battle showed on her face, deep lines and a frown that furrowed her entire forehead and made her look very old. Rebecca did not say a word when Mat talked about Big Bear the Phantom of the Mohawk. She saw no reason to tell Mato that he was in Paris with her daughter and the Buerer family had agreed to spend a small fortune to support the Bear Clan of the Mohawk Nation. Then when she talked of her son Little.. (Read More)
EPISODE THIRTEEN - IN THE CARDS - Posted to Like a Jungle, Sometimes by Scott Amundson
Moses Prison, Upstate New York 1998“Hit me,” Ronaldo the convict, El Joven, the gangster, says without even pondering what’s in his hands.Dayroom as usual with the Italians, it was SuperMax, Federal, experimental, institutionalized country club. No dominoes, no grimy street cats with shanks ready to bang you, no Mexicans, no neo nazis. Just isolated celebrity crooks. Leo ”Eddie” Mancuso, a foot soldier turned car dealership owner, sucked on a wet cigarette with Vincent “Cheech” Taglia, a capo in the Ricano family next to him. Two other Italian wackos Ronaldo doesn’t know second Mancuso and Taglia like parrots but must be important otherwise they wouldn’t be in the V.I.P. room, the dayroom,.. (Read More)
EPISODE ELEVEN - THE STORY OF AH MAH LIN SAY - Posted to Cold & Fu by Scott Amundson
The King speaks and gestures, and the men turn around and begin to unroll the long, thick scroll for the benefit of Amy Lindsay and Genius. The Librarian speaks in the low monotone of a seasoned storyteller. Genius translates: "This is the story of Ah Mah Lin Say, the Sun Goddess." The men with the scroll stop to reveal only the first foot or so. Amy sees the revealed image, a faded but clearly distinguishable painted face. Her face. Genius looks back at Amy, and in an awed, hushed tone, says, "My God, Goddess. You ARE a Goddess." The two guards continue to unroll the long.. (Read More)
BattleBoy & The Brink of Galaxy War! - Posted to Battleboy by The Shadowmaster
I glare out from the cell that holds me.“I’m in here!”“Good. Bye. We’ll come get your corpse, of course, of course!”“Not again!!!”BLAMThey killed the Queen of Mongo!!!Oh, my gosh, this means war! We’re at war with the entire galaxy, a GALAXY WAR!!!No, no, no, wait a minute. That’s just a flesh wound. They’re taking hostages.They’re leaving, absconding with Queen Jansa. They’re just going to leave me here to starve to death and then come back for my dead body with which to create ghastly doppelgangers from the abyss. I’m so scared.I hit the wall with full force and the bricks.. (Read More)
Episode 22 - Posted to Strong Coffee by The Shadowmaster
We don't see Jerry much anymore since Gregory moved him to another dorm. In some ways, I miss him, and I'm sorry I lost his money. "If I tell you the truth, will you keep it under your hat?" "Sure. Rumors have been flying since the morning old Collie found you'd gone over the wall. Hearing your side will be interesting." "A nasty dude who wanted to sell me to his friend was dangling me by my ankle from a second story window and it fell out of my pocket. I got away from him, but when I went back later that.. (Read More)
Episode 13 - Posted to Sir Elrod's Castle by The Shadowmaster
"Assigned to me, said Elrod. "What does that mean?" "That you are mine to mold my dear Elrod," said the Enchantress. "You see, I do like your music and when the job came up to help you get it out there, I volunteered." "Oh, when did you hear my music?" "When you play it, my dear man," said the Enchantress. "We've been keeping our eye on you and your music for quite some time." "Oh? Who is we?" "All in good time, dear Elrod, all in good time. Now I want to go see your studio. I've been wanting to.. (Read More)
Episode 10 - Posted to Cheese Serial by The Shadowmaster
After getting through Sunday – somehow, Jack struggles out of bed Monday morning with no other thought than just getting through the day. He takes his razor and his shaving cream out of his bathroom cabinet. "Put one foot in front of the other," he says to himself in his mirror. "One foot in front of the other, and it will be over soon." He's not sure what will be over soon – his nightmare, his life, his situation, his work day -- but he knows he can't spend his time cowering in bed, clinging to his Winnie the Pooh night light.. (Read More)
Episode 4: The Am-Scray Train Out of Deadsville - Posted to Island Macabre by The Shadowmaster
Orion takes a fire extinguisher and smashes open a cold drink vending machine. “Honeycomb, start takin’ some of the professor’s booty out to Temba.” Rooke runs past Teach who hands her a bag of first aid equipment. “Professor, snatch up some foodstuffs.” Teach sprints over to the snack machines where two bodies are slumped over a table. He goes to a corpse and lifts his wallet and feeds the machine. He’s proud of his ingenuity, but the machine rejects his bill. Rooke tosses the phone book, map and bag of first aid gear in the Rover. Her laptop.. (Read More)
Episode 2 - Posted to The Unwinder by The Shadowmaster
Sweat begins to drop from my brow. Water's surface moves to the side with a slide of sheer suspense. Sun's rays, once a delight, embellishing my sight, now, nothing more than a ray of heat hemorraging my health through the red, rough bone of the temple. Puffy clouds, once dynamic and inspiring, now, but taunt and terrorize me to my very core, as neck aches, and back pounds. Sore legs incite an aching groin. I try to collect myself, 'fore my rear collapse 'neath me. Stomach growls. I feel pain of hunger. And then, an idea strikes me... TO BE CONTINUED! .. (Read More)
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Editor’s Note - 6/23/08
According to Wikipedia:
Prose became the regular medium with the introduction of paper – in Europe in the 14th and 15th centuries, in Asia earlier. Prose provided the ideal matter for silent and intimate reading, it could be translated without greater stylistic losses. Paper (cheaper than parchment) could be easier spent on coincidental wordings of […]












