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Doctor Crane, I Presume?
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Journeyed Too Far West
January 24th, 1872 Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far. Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn&
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Cardinal Directions
North: Happily ever after begins. A medieval fantasy faire, alive with carousel music, roundabout a sword yet resting in a stone. Never grow up, don't take apples from strangers, watch for trains and flying elephants. Do you take bread and butterflies with your tea? South: Your attention, please! Put on your Sunday clothes because the Penny Arcade lights are flashing, the opera house plays host to Mr. Lincoln, and the barbershop quartet is crooning "Sweet Betsy from Pike." Summer nights from a golden childhood that isn't ours, but feels like it should be. East: Tomorrow is 1986, and the future has been knocked over an
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De Vliegende Hollander
"Sometimes I wonder if all the watery places in the world are haunted." I looked up, mildly startled, from the tankard that I had been dreamily staring into. When last I had checked, I had been the only one about; the common room of the Cutty Shark tavern had been dark and empty, the innkeeper having long ago retired for the night and my only company being the muted sound of rain hitting the shingled roof. But I was no longer alone. Into the dying lamplight, from the direction for the front door, came the speaker. He looked to be an old salt, dressed in oilskins to keep off the weather. The way he hobbled up to the bar, hood pulled up so as
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Creak, creak...Urgh. Nearly...Squeak! Rattle. Snap! Ahh. That is better. Dost thou curious soul now hear my voice? Verily, my attempts at speaking have at last come to fruition, and I may at last speak for myself. Perhaps thou art frightened by my appearance, good sir or madam? Forgive me, for the gloom doth obstruct my vision of thee, and I cannot address thee with the proper decorum that I would like. Thou hast chanced upon what seems to be a curious geist; forsooth, though mine shape might intimidate thou, I am a chivalrous soul wrapped in a daunting visage, and thou will undoubtedly find worse troubles if thou wander further yet into th
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Expedition Letters to Grace
Dear Grace, You told me, back when we were visiting Peru and I was feeling down, that I would eventually find my calling in life. I write to you now to tell you, quite happily, that I have. I can't explain much about it at the moment, only that my sudden absence from the university is for a reason. As I write, I am currently en route to New York City, to visit their museums and get a taste of the culture. I told you before how I wanted to visit New York while I had the chance, and now I travel with purpose. I will say now, that while what I am about to do may seem strange to you, even mad, I can promise you that I am of sound mind and am d
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Groundskeeper at Comic-Con
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David Contemplates the Mansion
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The Library Plot
My master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies. And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of
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The Fragile - Part 2
A month was spent amid the ever-shifting sands, and our caravan trundled onward. After what seemed like an eternity, the landscape began to change: patches of grass, prickly bushes, palm and date trees started to appear in patches around us. I remembered the old tales, of how the djinn had made the first gardens out of the arid wastelands, that only those who survived the trials of the desert would see them. I felt, as the land became more rich with greenery, that we were wandering into such a paradise garden. At last we came upon the city, the White Jewel of Suhalla, gleaming as brightly as the sea it rested beside, and my fantasies were co
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Doctor Crane, I Presume?
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Journeyed Too Far West
January 24th, 1872 Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far. Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn&
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Cardinal Directions
North: Happily ever after begins. A medieval fantasy faire, alive with carousel music, roundabout a sword yet resting in a stone. Never grow up, don't take apples from strangers, watch for trains and flying elephants. Do you take bread and butterflies with your tea? South: Your attention, please! Put on your Sunday clothes because the Penny Arcade lights are flashing, the opera house plays host to Mr. Lincoln, and the barbershop quartet is crooning "Sweet Betsy from Pike." Summer nights from a golden childhood that isn't ours, but feels like it should be. East: Tomorrow is 1986, and the future has been knocked over an
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De Vliegende Hollander
"Sometimes I wonder if all the watery places in the world are haunted." I looked up, mildly startled, from the tankard that I had been dreamily staring into. When last I had checked, I had been the only one about; the common room of the Cutty Shark tavern had been dark and empty, the innkeeper having long ago retired for the night and my only company being the muted sound of rain hitting the shingled roof. But I was no longer alone. Into the dying lamplight, from the direction for the front door, came the speaker. He looked to be an old salt, dressed in oilskins to keep off the weather. The way he hobbled up to the bar, hood pulled up so as
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Clank
Creak, creak...Urgh. Nearly...Squeak! Rattle. Snap! Ahh. That is better. Dost thou curious soul now hear my voice? Verily, my attempts at speaking have at last come to fruition, and I may at last speak for myself. Perhaps thou art frightened by my appearance, good sir or madam? Forgive me, for the gloom doth obstruct my vision of thee, and I cannot address thee with the proper decorum that I would like. Thou hast chanced upon what seems to be a curious geist; forsooth, though mine shape might intimidate thou, I am a chivalrous soul wrapped in a daunting visage, and thou will undoubtedly find worse troubles if thou wander further yet into th
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Expedition Letters to Grace
Dear Grace, You told me, back when we were visiting Peru and I was feeling down, that I would eventually find my calling in life. I write to you now to tell you, quite happily, that I have. I can't explain much about it at the moment, only that my sudden absence from the university is for a reason. As I write, I am currently en route to New York City, to visit their museums and get a taste of the culture. I told you before how I wanted to visit New York while I had the chance, and now I travel with purpose. I will say now, that while what I am about to do may seem strange to you, even mad, I can promise you that I am of sound mind and am d
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Groundskeeper at Comic-Con
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The Library Plot
My master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies. And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of
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The Fragile - Part 2
A month was spent amid the ever-shifting sands, and our caravan trundled onward. After what seemed like an eternity, the landscape began to change: patches of grass, prickly bushes, palm and date trees started to appear in patches around us. I remembered the old tales, of how the djinn had made the first gardens out of the arid wastelands, that only those who survived the trials of the desert would see them. I felt, as the land became more rich with greenery, that we were wandering into such a paradise garden. At last we came upon the city, the White Jewel of Suhalla, gleaming as brightly as the sea it rested beside, and my fantasies were co
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MIster Mix
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Ickbarr Bigelsteine Creepypasta Fanart
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String Theory Creepypasta Fanart
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Little Wooden Box Creepypasta Fanart
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Midnight Marinara Pasta Shade
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Forenzik - for the 'Undercooked Analysis' podcast
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Bluebird
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Congratulations, Midnight Marinara!
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Whispers
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Knocking
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And it happens again!
Oh. Hey. This is still here? Huh. Haven't checked dA in awhile. Wonder what's new... Oh. That's an awful lot of comments! I wonder why-- Huh? ANOTHER Daily? --- Well! Four days late, and I finally notice that my Expedition Letters story got a DD! I can't thank you all enough for the boost in spirit this has given me, and for all the kind comments I've received! I'll see if I can reply to a few of them, but just in case I don't, here's a big general shout-out to everyone! I am incredibly grateful.
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Surprised by a Daily!
So here I am, minding my own business and hanging out with friends all day. I get home, decide to check dA, and am blindsided by over 200 feedback messages... Wait, what? Holy cow, I did not see this coming at all! I'm still reeling - in a good way - from the shock of suddenly realizing that my little "Library Plot" story got a Daily. And now I'm just trying to wade through all the feedback I've gotten. Needless to say, I'm pleased as punch. My sincere thanks go out to each and everyone one of you who has commented, favorited and glanced over at my other works. You guys really know how to rekindle a writer's spirit right before he goes ba
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Summer Vacation Begins!
With finals done, I am free of the system for a good few months and will attempt to get some stuff done! Gotta sort my priorities, of course, but I got big plans! My to-do list looks like this: -Edit old 2008 novel -Finish pirate movie screenplay -Write more short stories -Edit older short stories -Work on short film projects -Work on the Secret of Monkey Island radio play (more info on this soon!) -Work on Haunted Mansion story, time permitting -Spend copious amounts of time with girlfriend -Repeat the above -Play Mass Effect -Play Minecraft -Throw out old college notes -Go to Disney World -Be awesome all the time So I'm gonn
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marriotte43's avatar
Have a  happy  birthday !
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ColorGuardSweetHeart|Student General Artist
I want to read a squeal to the Hat Box and Cane Man if you can again. I'd love to hear from the original person of the first story whatever their name was (if they had one) like if he goes to find his friends and returns it would be awesome to hear and him opening the doors or the door he remembers going in with his friends, like waiting and taking an ax or something with him facing the evil. It would be awesome.
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AisforInterval|Professional Filmographer
Allow me to BREAK THE LAYERS AND LAYERS OF ICE and wish ya a happy birthday! Hope it be filled with awesomeness of many varieties~

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Thanks very much! Man, I haven't been around here in entirely too long!
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AisforInterval|Professional Filmographer
Oh wow, you're alive!! Yeah, great to see you on here! I'm sorry to say, the activity/community has vastly gone down here on dA.
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Your lil slugger cosplay was just awesome.
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Thank you! :D
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