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Tao, Ch 21: France

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Tao, Ch 21: France

Friday, June 20, 2009 “My mom was a whore.”  The words rolled naturally through a mess of blonde hair, mussed about and matted over forehead and across lips, as naturally as a pig rolling in mud.  Sandy pulled herself closer to Cory, pressing bare breasts into his arm, and tickled his shoulder with pink lips.  “We found out at high school orientation.  My brother was a senior and I was a freshman — he was held back a year and I’d jumped forward, so we were at the same school.  I was terrified.  Big new school, new teachers and everything, so Drew insisted that my mom come with us.  She… she was reluctant,
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Tao, Ch 20: Envy, Part I

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Tao, Ch 20: Envy, Part I

Thursday, June 19, 2009 Seven hours of driving took Nicky and Eckert through Pennsylvania and across the border to Ohio.  Nicky had slept through most of it, yelled and whined for a half hour on the verge of tears, then quieted and gave Eckert the silent treatment for an hour until she finally admitted she had to go to the bathroom.  Same as the first time they stopped, while Nicky was snoozing in and out of awareness with a wadded-up sweater against the window, Eckert wanted to find a station as far from the main thoroughfare and from people as he could. This time, Nicky’s sulking, squirming and damp eyes protested louder than Dennis

Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part II

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Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part II

Rain flung itself against the walls and hammered the roof like a pack of ghouls hungry for a bleating lamb, and even after puddling on the ground, each drop hissed and stirred, swirling back up into the air to escape the drop behind it.  The winds shrieked unnaturally through the monastery, battering trees and chimes from every direction at once.  Abrupt shouts joined the driving torrent and shrieking winds, followed by a large wind gong sounding from the central courtyard, but even the crash and deep resonant thrum of hammer striking brass rang hollowly as a mallet against mud in the background of what came next. Miho rose from Jon’s

Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part I

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Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part I

Thursday, June 18, 2009 Manshan Dao Island, China “Are you lost, little Miho?” Silence followed the question. “You know,” Master Duyi said evenly, “older monks long familiar with these passages still get lost.”  Moving carefully, Duyi navigated the maze of stacked books and scrolls into the darkened corner where Miho, just pushing into her teens, had thought herself hidden.  He crouched and gently took a dusty tome from her hand. Caught, Miho stood and squeezed slowly between two stacks of leathery books half as tall as her.  “I’m more clever than them.” Many of the tomes were older t

Tao, Ch 18: Recovery

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Tao, Ch 18: Recovery

Wednesday, June 17, 2009 "Moo-oom!"  Nicky's plaintive cry stretched like nails carving furrows into a chalkboard.  "Jen's pulling my hair again!" "You stole my hairclips!" "They're miiiine!"  She wailed into the white leather pillow smeared dark purple from eyes damp with tears.  "Mom gave 'em to me!"  Nicky was pinned face down, twisted into a pretzel with her sister on her back, callously ripping purple clips from  her hair. "Purple looks stupid on you."  Jennifer knotted her fingers through Nicky's hair and yanked, tearing away handfuls of fine black locks.  "You have to be pretty to make purple work." "Jennifer, you leave your siste

Tao, Ch 17: Legacy

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Tao, Ch 17: Legacy

Thursday, June 17, 2009 Manshan Dao Island, China Hot showers were a welcome luxury after dragging Jon ninety miles across China by foot, carjacking and speedboat.  Jon’s unnatural storm never relented, nipping at their heels at every step, and the cry of a million helpless souls burnt into the midnight dawn behind them echoed in every eye they passed in their flight.  Steam clouded Miho’s eyes like tears lifted on wafting tendrils of smoke, and squeezed shallow breath from lungs that had never stopped silently screaming, no matter how many times she told herself no fault fell on her shoulders.  That nothing she did, didn’t

Dead August Fog

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Dead August Fog

The fog rolled in early.  It was thick, like a woolen blanket pulled over the sleepy town’s collective heads, and like a woolen blanket in the deadest heat of August, you couldn’t see six inches through it.  The town wasn’t ready.   Becky was the first to venture outside her house.  She heard a sound like a lead pipe dragged along the street.  Skrrrrt.  Skrrrrt.  Skrrrrt.  Or maybe it was screaming Becky heard.  She opened her door and stepped into the heady rolls of moisture.  Breathed it in.  She felt it blacken her lungs and when she coughed, dry ash caked lips wet with blood and thick, woolen fog. Skrrrrt.  Skrrrrt.  

Tao, Ch 16: Zombies

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Tao, Ch 16: Zombies

Monday, June 15, 2009 Zombies roamed the streets in shambling, moaning packs.  They climbed from the sewers, through impossibly small grates, and tumbled from eternally burning buses.  “Braaaains,” they all tried to say, but the same terrifying transformation that turned familiar men into flesh-craving monsters rotted their throats as quickly as their brains.  Why they hungered for human brains and why a bullet to the brain caused their heads to explode, Nicky didn’t care to guess.  As long as she still had her own brains, she’d keep putting bullets in the zombies. The slowest of them, lurching crookedly in her sig

Summer Goes to Hell

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Summer Goes to Hell

It was a cold and rainy day in Hell when he walked into the middle of town, full to the tip of his floppy straw hat with carefree nostalgia.  We watched and waited as he kicked back his heels under the shade of a lonely apple tree and popped a straw in his mouth, then basked and reveled in his lazy warm glow.

Chance, Ch 3: Prayer for the Dying

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Chance, Ch 3: Prayer for the Dying

3. Prayer for the Dying “Come on, Emi,” Frank encouraged.  “You’re gonna be fine.”  Blood seeped through Frank’s white shirt, pressed firmly against the gaping hole in Emi’s neck.  “Stay with me.”  It slicked his fingers and stained his pants.  “Stay with our baby, Emi.”  Frank held the mother of his child against his blood-soaked stomach, rocking her gently as he begged her to hold on. “Frank,” she whispered, “promise me.” “I’ll promise you anything, Emi.  Just don’t talk.  Ambu— “Frank.”  Her vo
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Tao, Ch 21: France

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Tao, Ch 21: France

Friday, June 20, 2009 “My mom was a whore.”  The words rolled naturally through a mess of blonde hair, mussed about and matted over forehead and across lips, as naturally as a pig rolling in mud.  Sandy pulled herself closer to Cory, pressing bare breasts into his arm, and tickled his shoulder with pink lips.  “We found out at high school orientation.  My brother was a senior and I was a freshman — he was held back a year and I’d jumped forward, so we were at the same school.  I was terrified.  Big new school, new teachers and everything, so Drew insisted that my mom come with us.  She… she was reluctant,
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Tao, Ch 20: Envy, Part I

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Tao, Ch 20: Envy, Part I

Thursday, June 19, 2009 Seven hours of driving took Nicky and Eckert through Pennsylvania and across the border to Ohio.  Nicky had slept through most of it, yelled and whined for a half hour on the verge of tears, then quieted and gave Eckert the silent treatment for an hour until she finally admitted she had to go to the bathroom.  Same as the first time they stopped, while Nicky was snoozing in and out of awareness with a wadded-up sweater against the window, Eckert wanted to find a station as far from the main thoroughfare and from people as he could. This time, Nicky’s sulking, squirming and damp eyes protested louder than Dennis

Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part II

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Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part II

Rain flung itself against the walls and hammered the roof like a pack of ghouls hungry for a bleating lamb, and even after puddling on the ground, each drop hissed and stirred, swirling back up into the air to escape the drop behind it.  The winds shrieked unnaturally through the monastery, battering trees and chimes from every direction at once.  Abrupt shouts joined the driving torrent and shrieking winds, followed by a large wind gong sounding from the central courtyard, but even the crash and deep resonant thrum of hammer striking brass rang hollowly as a mallet against mud in the background of what came next. Miho rose from Jon’s

Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part I

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Tao, Ch 19: Storm, Part I

Thursday, June 18, 2009 Manshan Dao Island, China “Are you lost, little Miho?” Silence followed the question. “You know,” Master Duyi said evenly, “older monks long familiar with these passages still get lost.”  Moving carefully, Duyi navigated the maze of stacked books and scrolls into the darkened corner where Miho, just pushing into her teens, had thought herself hidden.  He crouched and gently took a dusty tome from her hand. Caught, Miho stood and squeezed slowly between two stacks of leathery books half as tall as her.  “I’m more clever than them.” Many of the tomes were older t

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Tao, Ch 18: Recovery

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Tao, Ch 18: Recovery

Wednesday, June 17, 2009 "Moo-oom!"  Nicky's plaintive cry stretched like nails carving furrows into a chalkboard.  "Jen's pulling my hair again!" "You stole my hairclips!" "They're miiiine!"  She wailed into the white leather pillow smeared dark purple from eyes damp with tears.  "Mom gave 'em to me!"  Nicky was pinned face down, twisted into a pretzel with her sister on her back, callously ripping purple clips from  her hair. "Purple looks stupid on you."  Jennifer knotted her fingers through Nicky's hair and yanked, tearing away handfuls of fine black locks.  "You have to be pretty to make purple work." "Jennifer, you leave your siste

Dead August Fog

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Dead August Fog

The fog rolled in early.  It was thick, like a woolen blanket pulled over the sleepy town’s collective heads, and like a woolen blanket in the deadest heat of August, you couldn’t see six inches through it.  The town wasn’t ready.   Becky was the first to venture outside her house.  She heard a sound like a lead pipe dragged along the street.  Skrrrrt.  Skrrrrt.  Skrrrrt.  Or maybe it was screaming Becky heard.  She opened her door and stepped into the heady rolls of moisture.  Breathed it in.  She felt it blacken her lungs and when she coughed, dry ash caked lips wet with blood and thick, woolen fog. Skrrrrt.  Skrrrrt.  

Chance, Ch 3: Prayer for the Dying

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Chance, Ch 3: Prayer for the Dying

3. Prayer for the Dying “Come on, Emi,” Frank encouraged.  “You’re gonna be fine.”  Blood seeped through Frank’s white shirt, pressed firmly against the gaping hole in Emi’s neck.  “Stay with me.”  It slicked his fingers and stained his pants.  “Stay with our baby, Emi.”  Frank held the mother of his child against his blood-soaked stomach, rocking her gently as he begged her to hold on. “Frank,” she whispered, “promise me.” “I’ll promise you anything, Emi.  Just don’t talk.  Ambu— “Frank.”  Her vo

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Tao, Ch 1: Tao

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Tao, Ch 1: Tao

Saturday, October 25, 2008 The screech of sibling rivalry and teen angst pierced the opulent Manhattan apartment.  Barely past six, the sun hadn't even tossed aside the blanket of night to drive cold winter clouds from the sky, and already the TV crawled with gun-toting mercenaries hell-bent on killing Nicolette Tao — and suffering for their efforts.  The sudden sisterly squall on the couch granted them a momentary reprieve, and with pixel perfect coordination, the unit broke cover and painted the screen red. -Game Over- With her purple-streaked hair bound up in her older sister's hand, Nicolette didn't even notic
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Amateur writer with a personal focus on character development. I like to bring my characters to life, see them grow. I appreciate any and all feedback you may offer on my writing and especially the characters depicted.

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Luis Royo throughout my entire childhood, but some of you are giving the nostalgia some competition
Favourite Movies
Inception; Unbreakable; Serenity; DOA; Run Lola Run; Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon; Ip Man; District 13; Hero; so many more...
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Dexter, Community, Big Bang Theory, Battlestar Galactica, Firefly
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Akira Yamaoka, Lisa Miskovsky, Bear McCreary, Lady Gaga, Masafumi Takada, LIGHTS, Pzychobitch
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Age of Conan, Resident Evil: Darkside Chronicles
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When do I get to have my mid-life crisis?

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After much writing, rewriting, outlining and reoutlinin...

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  • It's been three months; post what you have and then combine them when the rest is done.
  • Incomplete chapters are annoying; wait until you're finished with the chapter, then post it all at once.
  • Post it in part now and commission some new art as a way of apologizing.
  • Post it when it's done and commission some new art as a way of apologizing.
  • What? There are 18 other chapters somewhere?
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Inside Echo

Inside Echo

A very long time ago, I was asked to present an explanation of my story, Echo: Death, which began with Sylph.  I procrastinated so long because I held the notion that if the story needed explanation from the author, then it wasn't successful as a thought-provoking story with depths deemed worth exploring by its readers.  It took some time to accept that... that's okay!  I still wrote the story that I wanted to write, and I'm okay with writing just for myself.  It's an added bonus when my readers enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.  :aww: Oh, and also, I procrastinated because I kept wanting to finish a long overdue chapter, so I never

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