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Blackout
Day nine hundred twenty eight. Almost three years in this place would break anyone, but it can't break Daniel. "Ma Ma. Ma Ma." The words of a mechanical doll wake him. He rolls both of his ankles, making sure his nightmare is still real. The clinking sound of cuffs bring the feeling of panic in the form of bile up to his throat. He leans over the side of the bed and spits into a rusty bucket. "Did I blackout again? I'm sorry, honey," he says, stroking the straw like hair of the doll lying next to him under the covers. She blinks at him as a slight breeze enters the room from a crack in one of the windows. "Don't look at me like that, I kn
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Judgement Day
“You’ll be sorry. You’ll all be sorry. Locking me up isn’t going to stop me. Nothing can stop me. Nothing.” Without waiting for his bailiff to dismiss the courtroom, Judge Walker rushed to his chambers and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it, attempting to calm his nerves. He’s heard many cases where psychotic killers stood before him as he passed judgement, but this one was different. There was no question of his guilt, but the way he breathed when he was put on the stand, as if he was documenting the Judge’s scent. He’d done it before to many unsuspecting victims. Something abo
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The Hitman
A bead of sweat danced across the scar on his face. The ghost light on stage provided just enough light to read the note he clutched: “Theater. 3pm.” He never asked questions or knew who his employer was. He found his work much more fulfilling this way. If the amount was paid in full what did he care about the life he was charged to take and the reasons why? He heard a door open and his body stiffened with anticipation. Waiting for the perfect moment to attack was his favorite part. Footsteps in the distance told him he was about to kill a woman. There was no mistaking those high heeled shoes. He could tell she was looking aro
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Confessions
My case was a unique one. They’d been looking for me for more than five months. I ran for as long as I could, but I knew my expiration date was coming up, and saw no use in running any longer. I was caught by a rookie but his superior wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. My exploits were notorious. “So, we finally caught you,” he gloated. I smelled him down the hall and knew what was coming. I was ready. “Are you ready to confess now?” “Confess to what?” I asked him. I could play this cat and mouse game all night if he wanted. “You’re sweating like a pig!” He t
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Reflections
"Step right up if you dare, meet the man we all fear! He'll tell you all you need to know. He's blind, but he can see your soul," the carnival worker exclaims to those hurrying by. All except a young boy, standing on the other side, holding a large lollipop, with a skeptical look on his face, even bothers to pay attention. "You! Yeah, you," the carnival worker shouts, pointing to the boy. "Come here. How would you like to know your future, son?" The boy grins up at him, baring a gap where two front teeth should be. "How much ya got? Reflection won't see you unless you give him something." The boy shrugs, handing over one shiny quarter. T
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Protocol Z
“They’ve found me,” he whispered as he heard shuffling footsteps in the distance. “Trace, are your systems functioning yet? I could really use you right now.” The ships supercomputer whirred to life, but he could tell by her slow speech she was not yet operational. On this planet, believed to be inhabited by unidentified beings, he was alone. Suddenly, the doors hissed open, but he found his movement slow and labored. “Jesus Christ, what happened in here?” He could hear a voice ask, but his vision was blurred. “Trace. Report.” “Transformation complete.” “Yes, I see t
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The Cemetery
The chimes over the front door rang out, signaling a customer had just entered my shop. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” I shouted through a veil of hanging beads, more decoration than sound barrier. I hated their noisy presence, but the quiet work of a taxidermist called for it. “How can I help you?” I asked, stepping through the beads into an empty shop. “Hello?” Not a living soul could be heard amongst the menagerie of wildlife. On the counter I discovered a piece of paper which read, ‘cemetery, 5am.’ At the cemetery, propped up against a freshly marked grave, a journal shimmered in t
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The First Reindeer
Many know the story of Santa Claus and his eight Reindeer, but no one ever wonders who his first Reindeer was? Before he became Santa Claus he was Nicholas Claus, the Toymaker, who lived in a small town, but had dreams too large to contain or ignore. This is the story of the Reindeer sent to make sure his dreams would live on in every boy and girl… “She needs you more than I,” he explained, as he held down his shimmering red cape that shone silver under the moonlight, while we walked down a dirt road. We stopped at a small cottage, nestled among others in a long row, in a town that didn’t look prosperous, but I could
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Blackout
Day nine hundred twenty eight. Almost three years in this place would break anyone, but it can't break Daniel. "Ma Ma. Ma Ma." The words of a mechanical doll wake him. He rolls both of his ankles, making sure his nightmare is still real. The clinking sound of cuffs bring the feeling of panic in the form of bile up to his throat. He leans over the side of the bed and spits into a rusty bucket. "Did I blackout again? I'm sorry, honey," he says, stroking the straw like hair of the doll lying next to him under the covers. She blinks at him as a slight breeze enters the room from a crack in one of the windows. "Don't look at me like that, I kn
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Judgement Day
“You’ll be sorry. You’ll all be sorry. Locking me up isn’t going to stop me. Nothing can stop me. Nothing.” Without waiting for his bailiff to dismiss the courtroom, Judge Walker rushed to his chambers and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it, attempting to calm his nerves. He’s heard many cases where psychotic killers stood before him as he passed judgement, but this one was different. There was no question of his guilt, but the way he breathed when he was put on the stand, as if he was documenting the Judge’s scent. He’d done it before to many unsuspecting victims. Something abo
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The Hitman
A bead of sweat danced across the scar on his face. The ghost light on stage provided just enough light to read the note he clutched: “Theater. 3pm.” He never asked questions or knew who his employer was. He found his work much more fulfilling this way. If the amount was paid in full what did he care about the life he was charged to take and the reasons why? He heard a door open and his body stiffened with anticipation. Waiting for the perfect moment to attack was his favorite part. Footsteps in the distance told him he was about to kill a woman. There was no mistaking those high heeled shoes. He could tell she was looking aro
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Confessions
My case was a unique one. They’d been looking for me for more than five months. I ran for as long as I could, but I knew my expiration date was coming up, and saw no use in running any longer. I was caught by a rookie but his superior wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. My exploits were notorious. “So, we finally caught you,” he gloated. I smelled him down the hall and knew what was coming. I was ready. “Are you ready to confess now?” “Confess to what?” I asked him. I could play this cat and mouse game all night if he wanted. “You’re sweating like a pig!” He t
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Reflections
"Step right up if you dare, meet the man we all fear! He'll tell you all you need to know. He's blind, but he can see your soul," the carnival worker exclaims to those hurrying by. All except a young boy, standing on the other side, holding a large lollipop, with a skeptical look on his face, even bothers to pay attention. "You! Yeah, you," the carnival worker shouts, pointing to the boy. "Come here. How would you like to know your future, son?" The boy grins up at him, baring a gap where two front teeth should be. "How much ya got? Reflection won't see you unless you give him something." The boy shrugs, handing over one shiny quarter. T
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Protocol Z
“They’ve found me,” he whispered as he heard shuffling footsteps in the distance. “Trace, are your systems functioning yet? I could really use you right now.” The ships supercomputer whirred to life, but he could tell by her slow speech she was not yet operational. On this planet, believed to be inhabited by unidentified beings, he was alone. Suddenly, the doors hissed open, but he found his movement slow and labored. “Jesus Christ, what happened in here?” He could hear a voice ask, but his vision was blurred. “Trace. Report.” “Transformation complete.” “Yes, I see t
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The Cemetery
The chimes over the front door rang out, signaling a customer had just entered my shop. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” I shouted through a veil of hanging beads, more decoration than sound barrier. I hated their noisy presence, but the quiet work of a taxidermist called for it. “How can I help you?” I asked, stepping through the beads into an empty shop. “Hello?” Not a living soul could be heard amongst the menagerie of wildlife. On the counter I discovered a piece of paper which read, ‘cemetery, 5am.’ At the cemetery, propped up against a freshly marked grave, a journal shimmered in t
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The First Reindeer
Many know the story of Santa Claus and his eight Reindeer, but no one ever wonders who his first Reindeer was? Before he became Santa Claus he was Nicholas Claus, the Toymaker, who lived in a small town, but had dreams too large to contain or ignore. This is the story of the Reindeer sent to make sure his dreams would live on in every boy and girl… “She needs you more than I,” he explained, as he held down his shimmering red cape that shone silver under the moonlight, while we walked down a dirt road. We stopped at a small cottage, nestled among others in a long row, in a town that didn’t look prosperous, but I could
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Working on an Illustrated Novel.

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Summer Stock
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Xena: Warrior Princess
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Michael Jackson
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The Phantom TollBooth
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Agatha Christie
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