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Part Ten
The young blond blinked innocently at Megan and Nicholas.  “You're looking for your mother?”  Megan nodded, and the girl tilted her head.  Long, straight hair cascaded as it rearranged itself.  A waterfall of gold.  “None of us have fathers or mothers any more.  Family is an alien concept, like sipping coffee or loving.”  Her eyes were a crystalline blue that spoke of horrors, while her face was a picture of youth and innocence.  “No, you are looking for the one of us that brought a curse to the one who brought it to you.”  She nodded to Megan.  “Why do you seek Her?” Megan stared at the wisp o
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Part Nine
“Do you feel it, Nicholas?  Has the weight been lifted?”  Nicholas slowly smiled as he passed between the university library’s towering shelves.  He could smell the musty odor of old books, and it pleased him.  He relished the scent as he would a victim.  “Is the journal ready for the Mother?” Nicholas trailed his fingers along binding after binding as they strolled through the stacks.  “It is.”  The release had been euphoric.  The words had formed and the pen had moved on the pages.  The texture of the paper had felt like landscapes; he had written it all with his eyes closed.  “Megan, did the
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Part Eight
“The Devil is not a creator, my son.  He only has the power to destroy.”  The hunter accepted the coffee mug from the Father.  Its scent flowed over him, and his panic faded away.  It felt like a warm blanket; he was finally ready to admit to needing a rest.  “He was God's first, and the closest to Him.  You and I both know that Lucifer was cast down for his pride.”  The hunter sipped the bitter drink and tried to concentrate on the other man's advice. “What are you saying, Father?”  The priest's face showed compassion and love.  His wrinkles were those of concern, smiling, and laughing.  His hair had not
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Part Seven
Nicholas sat in the park's amphitheater, shifting his weight as he eyed the book.  His nemesis: a machine-bound construction of fabric, cardboard, and paper.  How fucking ironic.  He could almost ignore Megan's lighting of candles if he stared hard enough at the book. She finally finished, and Nicholas sat surrounded by a circle of flickering yellow flames that made him oddly uncomfortable.  The night was overcast, but a breeze made it feel cool and free.  The candles cast enough light to read by.  Or to write. “Tonight, you will do this for me.  Not for the Mother.  Not for yourself, Nicholas, but for me.  Take the book in your hands
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Part Six
Once again, the act of reaching his destination caused the hunter to cease marching.  His eyes scanned the subway station as his body became idle. It was too clean.  The grout between the tiles was practically a bleached white.  The fluorescent lights made the tiles swim in the glowing grout.  The hunter shook his head.  He'd gotten very little sleep since his interaction with the elder at the dilapidated theater.  What little sleep he had managed to get had been filled with vague nightmares.  The swimming tiles--the illusion of swimming tiles--was simply sleep deprivation taking its toll.  Simply that. There was no trash here.  No garbage
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Part Ten
The young blond blinked innocently at Megan and Nicholas.  “You're looking for your mother?”  Megan nodded, and the girl tilted her head.  Long, straight hair cascaded as it rearranged itself.  A waterfall of gold.  “None of us have fathers or mothers any more.  Family is an alien concept, like sipping coffee or loving.”  Her eyes were a crystalline blue that spoke of horrors, while her face was a picture of youth and innocence.  “No, you are looking for the one of us that brought a curse to the one who brought it to you.”  She nodded to Megan.  “Why do you seek Her?” Megan stared at the wisp o
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Part Nine
“Do you feel it, Nicholas?  Has the weight been lifted?”  Nicholas slowly smiled as he passed between the university library’s towering shelves.  He could smell the musty odor of old books, and it pleased him.  He relished the scent as he would a victim.  “Is the journal ready for the Mother?” Nicholas trailed his fingers along binding after binding as they strolled through the stacks.  “It is.”  The release had been euphoric.  The words had formed and the pen had moved on the pages.  The texture of the paper had felt like landscapes; he had written it all with his eyes closed.  “Megan, did the
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Part Eight
“The Devil is not a creator, my son.  He only has the power to destroy.”  The hunter accepted the coffee mug from the Father.  Its scent flowed over him, and his panic faded away.  It felt like a warm blanket; he was finally ready to admit to needing a rest.  “He was God's first, and the closest to Him.  You and I both know that Lucifer was cast down for his pride.”  The hunter sipped the bitter drink and tried to concentrate on the other man's advice. “What are you saying, Father?”  The priest's face showed compassion and love.  His wrinkles were those of concern, smiling, and laughing.  His hair had not
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Part Seven
Nicholas sat in the park's amphitheater, shifting his weight as he eyed the book.  His nemesis: a machine-bound construction of fabric, cardboard, and paper.  How fucking ironic.  He could almost ignore Megan's lighting of candles if he stared hard enough at the book. She finally finished, and Nicholas sat surrounded by a circle of flickering yellow flames that made him oddly uncomfortable.  The night was overcast, but a breeze made it feel cool and free.  The candles cast enough light to read by.  Or to write. “Tonight, you will do this for me.  Not for the Mother.  Not for yourself, Nicholas, but for me.  Take the book in your hands
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My Bio
Current Residence: Lansing, MI, USA
Operating System: Windows 7
Shell of choice: Pistachio
Skin of choice: Epidermis
Favourite cartoon character: Optmus Prime

Favourite Movies
The Crow, The Matrix, Transformers (1986), Wall-E, Fifth Element, Tron
Favourite TV Shows
Too many to list
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
MC Frontalot, Skrillex, Pearl Jam, Juno Reactor, Eminem
Favourite Books
The Wheel of Time series, American Gods, Sandman
Favourite Writers
Neil Gaiman, Robert Jordan
Favourite Games
Myst series
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Notebook, Caffeine, Compumachine, Intertubes
Fimm
I have returned, and I have brought my ridiculous deviantID with me! After three straight weeks of updating Todd's Story, I feel safe in saying that I intend to have a presence here on dA for a while to come.  At least, long enough to make a few journal entries worthwhile.  ;)  I intend on keeping up with the Monday night update schedule, and will shuffle things around when Todd's Story completes.  I'll remove the entries from my Featured gallery, and leave them in their own folder.  Then, when I start the next story, which I already have picked out, the cycle begins again. Actually, I've got the next couple of stories picked out.  I hope I
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Quartre
I really do update slower than molasses in January during a snowstorm, don't I?  Well here you go, enjoy another update to Todd's Story.  Speaking of which, if you can't wait for my updates, you can buy a collected copy of the entire story arc, printed on dead trees, here.  You're paying what I pay for this one.  I'm not making a penny of profit. If you're headed out to the Metro Detroit area for PenguiCon, flag me down.  I'll be happy to chat, drink either caffeine, alcohol, or both, and to sign either one of my books.  I'll even have copies on hand for sale!  I'll also be on a few panels for the literature track.  It's shaping up to be a h
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Drei
Lots going on.  Let's do a little list. I'm actively not running for mayor in my home city: http://mayor.davidmcrampton.com I'm a proud father, as well as a stepfather: http://www.flickr.com/photos/davidmcrampton I've got a webcomic that's nearing publishable state. I've got a Virtual Private Server business that's near to opening its doors.  http://www.vps4all.net  In related news, still unemployed. Running into a lot of old friends.  Twitter http://www.twitter.com/dcrampton and Facebook http://www.facebook.com/david.crampton accounts help with that. Approaching a whole year in the same residence.  This must be celebrated!
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markalesterProfessional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch, David. :)
MikeRuyleStudent General Artist
Thanks for the Fav Dave!
dcramptonProfessional Writer
It's my pleasure. :)
Hiyas! XD Thanks for finding and watching me ^ ^
dcramptonProfessional Writer
No problem. :)
Dude! *pokes* its so empty on here, need more stuffies!
dcramptonProfessional Writer
I have no idea what to put up here. I've already got stuff on my free fiction page. Should I just duplicate?