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Mirrors.
The room was filled with mirrors, mirrors that make you larger, mirrors that make you small, mirrors that make you fat and thin and all other varieties. Only the mirrors didn’t seem to reflect: you could still see that they were mirrors because of their shiny, silvered surfaces, but the mirrors revealed nothing of the viewer, reflecting ( Read more... )

 The Cargo plane was sufficient, even if the circumstances behind the entire affair were a little bizarre. Sure, the ride was a little cramped, sure, the pilots did not speak English well, and sure, the plane did smell like something illegal was smuggled inside of it quite recently. That being said, it was nothing new: on the contrary, it was ( Read more... )

A subtle flick of the wrist and another small slit goes in.
Edward withdrew the knife and examined his handiwork. The mark matched several others, each one representing one of the fallen from the Regency Massacre… Friend, acquaintance, and adversary alike were represented. This last one, marked with the flourish, was to represent Bishop Damphair, ( Read more... )

( It continues... )

 And the half dollar flips, first across one knuckle, then another, then another, before reaching its terminus and reversing its direction for the return trip back across the knuckles. Ever repeating, back and forth, back and forth, rolling like the inevitable crushing wheel of time it represents. Coins are interesting things, really: Not only do ( Read more... )

( A Page from our Hero's Journal )

 4 A.M.
Nicholas took another sip from his bottle of Jack Daniels, and then rubbed his eyes. The lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll, but he knew it was desperately important to stay awake. He shuffled through his papers, the photographs and news clippings, but none of it made sense: Not to mention, reading was difficult with the screaming ( Read more... )

 February 14th, 2011: 3826 E Illini St - Phoenix
Edward stood on the sidewalk across the parking lot from the building, gazing at it. The listing in the phone book designated this as a “Gentlemen’s Club” and the name of the establishment appeared to allude that champagne was served here, thus making it one of the better establishments, but Edward ( Read more... )

 I remember, some years back, I was walking down the street with a friend of mine, and I recall that somehow, the conversation came around to how one comes to write lyrics for a song, or something like that. I recall telling him that it was easy, that one just has to know how to look for inspiration. As an example, I looked up at the moon in the ( Read more... )