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The Abduction8 months ago in Artwork
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Underground Odyssey8 months ago in Prologue Artwork
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The Entity - Red7 months ago in Artwork
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Psychosis7 months ago in Artwork
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The Underground8 months ago in Prologue Artwork
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Discovered7 months ago in Artwork
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Release the Darkness6 months ago in Line Art
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Man Versus Squid4 months ago in Artwork
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Odyssey Chapter 18 months ago in Artwork
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What's wrong with him?8 months ago in Prologue Artwork
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Odyssey II prologue8 months ago in Prologue Artwork
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Chapter 6 - Out 7 months ago in Artwork
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Some of my printmaking5 months ago in Lino
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Chapter 1 - Colors 8 months ago in Artwork
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The Last Battle4 months ago in Artwork
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Prologue - Watched 8 months ago in Prologue Artwork
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A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."A Shower and a Change8 months ago in Writing More Like This
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint
The Entity - Blue7 months ago in Artwork
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Chapter 4 - A Dream 7 months ago in Artwork
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I Am Not A Normal Spawn 7 months ago in Artwork
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Odyssey II Prologue Underground 8 months ago in Prologue Artwork
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Passing Through7 months ago in Artwork
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The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most8 months ago in Writing More Like This
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked.
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