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Flej picked her way through the loose wiring, ducking under dangerous loops of red and blue cord that hung like nooses from the ceiling. The gray light of day gave way gradually to the cold silent glow of dozens of tiny lights winking on and off from the machines ensconced in the walls and nestled up in the corners.
Tink was sitting on his bed in the center of it all, head bent, feathers flat. He was evidently sleeping, or meditating. But as Flej approached him through the piles of rubbish on the ground, his head suddenly jerked up, giving her a start.
She threw up her arms in front of her in a placating gesture. Tinks eyes
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Current Residence: Boston. Favourite genre of music: Classical Favourite style of art: Sequential. Operating System: Human brain, v1.3. Defective, needs new hard drive. MP3 player of choice: My Music Machine. Shell of choice: A thin layer of fantasy as protection from harsh reality. Wallpaper of choice: Nostalgia-related. Skin of choice: I'd prefer a new one. Favourite cartoon character: I'd have to say Zebra Girl. Personal Quote: "Give me the communications device!" *grabs phone*
Favourite Visual Artist
Mike Mignola and Clive Barker tied.
Favourite Movies
Donnie Darko is pretty good. I like Coraline too.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
KORN MOTHERFUCKER!
Favourite Writers
Too many.
Favourite Games
Life. I'm not terribly good at it, but it passes the time.
Favourite Gaming Platform
Table.
Tools of the Trade
Dice, mostly. Pen and pencil or computer when the creativity gets going.
And there you go.
But wait! There's more!
Over the past year I've done a lot of work on a fanfiction combining the work of a certain spasmodic artist named Vasquez and the odd genius of the webcomic "Zebra Girl." What I've come up with is a meandering tale of knives and madness, which can be viewed in full on the Zebra Girl website.
After my first few eager chapter submissions, something extraordinary happened: The artist and writer of Zebra Girl, Mr. Joe England, decided to reciprocate the effort I had spent on the story, and crafted some truly masterful pictures to go with the narrative. For this I am eternally grateful to him. The drawi
I wait patiently for class to be over so I can go to work. Hopefully I will be able to continue my little saga.
I've recieved positive reviews on the newest completed work I've done, "Turn to Page Four." Unfortunately my new "editor" isn't working till Thursday. I should really get her email or something.
Oh, there is one issue I wanted to address before I go any further with this. I know my subject matter is ridiculous. I'm fully aware of that. All I can say is, I know worse stuff that sells far better than my stuff ever would. Probably because it's better marketed.
I don't plan to sell or publish a lot of the stuff I'm working on. I'm ru
And it was awesome.
So here's the story. Recently I've been fiddling with a long-running story idea, and after many test runs in my Creative Fiction notebook, I decided to give it a real try.
Stuck at work with nothing to do, no connection to the Internet, and a perfectly functional word processor, I proceeded to do the unthinkable: I wrote a story.
And not just any story. A story I actually liked, and put work into. I knew it had faults, but reading it on the subway on the way home I was shocked to find out that this was better than my previous works. For one, it had an ending. Two, monster girls are shmexy.
But I digress.
So I came bac