Makes me miss my back porch.
-James
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Comics
Blackest Night: Superman #3, if I'd written up number 2 I'd have mentioned the "I hear nothing at all." moment in issue 1, but that's sailed, so... Tie in book. It has a low body count for a Blackest Night tie in, the Batman tie in's final issue did too. I liked that, how many more characters will they kill in the next issue of the main book to make up for it?
Deadpool: Merc with a Mouth #4, fun stuff. Space cannons, stolen sandwiches, and a zombie T-Rex.
X-Men: Legacy #228, so, the book loses a main character and this is a "bold new direction"? Lovely art.
-James
Deadpool: Merc with a Mouth #4, fun stuff. Space cannons, stolen sandwiches, and a zombie T-Rex.
X-Men: Legacy #228, so, the book loses a main character and this is a "bold new direction"? Lovely art.
-James
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tales from the Dead Blog.
I started this short story up years ago, there was a more complete version but I couldn't find it.
Over the next few weeks I'm going to take another crack at it and see if I can finish it up before Halloween.
Enjoy,
-James
I’ve seen things, creeping terrors in the dark, malevolent spectres floating in the night, an endless gloom giving birth to horrors beyond rational reckoning, and the all too human fear that they create in those that spawn them. That I see them suggests that I too am bringing them into being, so I’ve no choice but to destroy what I have created. Some call me mad and I fear that this diagnosis is not untrue, surely my madness is from whence mine own horrors spring, but this does not mean I’ve lost control of my faculties, nay, I find myself almost uniquely equipped, I face down my own destructive madness with a single minded defiance, and in the place I find myself now there seems to be no one to oppose this.
My tale begins two months ago, in my home town, a great and sprawling metropolis I had a menial job, facing down both the tedium of tele-research and the depressive downward spiral of it failing to make ends meet. My bills had piled up and in the ensuing grimness, I began to doubt myself and my choices, not so much the directions I’d chosen, but the methods I’d taken in following the path I’d laid before myself. With that doubt came further depression, soon, my passion, my gift with written language seemed all but extinguished, which caused me to spiral further downward. With the further descent I found myself craving escape, I found it in the most insidious of herbs, and in short work I was nearly dependant. Nightly I lost myself in the temporary glee it created in me and for a time I was fine with this.
Then in an instant it was gone, and it was hours before I realized my faulty crutch was missing. In those first moments I saw terrible depths of dependance. I quickly recovered from it and found my eyes open to a new horror my glazed eyes had failed to notice insinuate itself upon me. As I slept a demon of great power fed upon my sorrow and with my newly cleared mind he was no longer veiled from my view, I saw myself in a great dining hall, walls of old concrete, in the distance I heard the echo of dripping water, the filthy walls were adorned with faded and torn curtains all bearing the same symbol, a crosshatched ring with a pair of eyes in it’s centre. I was sitting at the end of a great wooden table, set with tarnished cutlery of ancient silver. Sitting across from me was the beast itself, it seemed almost a man, his blazing eyes the same as those adorning the curtains, he spoke aloud in an ancient tongue and in my mind his voice echoed in eloquent and well read english of his own greatness, and the equal greatness of his appetite. He went on of his history, his service to the divine ones, his defiance of their absolute sense of justice and his casting out from their hidden land into this place. As suddenly as I became aware of this place, he became aware that I was studying him and he flew into a great rage. The table quaked, and in a blinding flash of darkness I found myself not home, but in the earthly realm.
I was standing in the middle of an intersection, from the light I guessed it was only just post dawn and overcast at that, everything was washed in a gloomy grey light that was emanating from the west. The road was abandoned and the city silent. Looking across the street I saw a familiar sight, a street car stop. I saw that particular stop almost five days a week for two years and knew that below it was a subway station, I went to the stairwell and found that the gate into the station was open, hoping for the best I headed downward. The station was empty, all the lights were on and from down the stairs I heard the familiar sound of a train pulling into the station. Honesty getting the better of me I fished my pass out of my pocket and hurried through the automated entrance, momentarily feeling reassured by the familiar sound of the turnstile accepting my pass and unlocking. I ran down the stairs and found an empty train waiting at the platform, heading northward. I boarded and took a seat feeling, for not the first time, uneasy. The familiar chime sounded and the doors closed, the train started and in a matter of seconds was into the tunnels and on its way.
The tunnel seemed to drag on for many minutes longer than it should have, as a mounting fear rose up within me the lights slowly dimmed, when I could take no more and came to my feet the lights were extinguished. A pale luminescence radiated from the end of the car and from it’s gloomy glow came the first terror, the one I’ve come to refer to as the dragon. He, or rather it has no eyes, a pelican-like beak, a reptile like body and sagging grey skin. Feeling ill equipped to confront such a thing I fled, running from car to car until I found myself with no where else to run. I heard it behind me, smashing its way from car to car. Up ahead I saw more grey light, and for the first time in a long time I prayed, prayed that it was daylight and not another beast.
Over the next few weeks I'm going to take another crack at it and see if I can finish it up before Halloween.
Enjoy,
-James
I’ve seen things, creeping terrors in the dark, malevolent spectres floating in the night, an endless gloom giving birth to horrors beyond rational reckoning, and the all too human fear that they create in those that spawn them. That I see them suggests that I too am bringing them into being, so I’ve no choice but to destroy what I have created. Some call me mad and I fear that this diagnosis is not untrue, surely my madness is from whence mine own horrors spring, but this does not mean I’ve lost control of my faculties, nay, I find myself almost uniquely equipped, I face down my own destructive madness with a single minded defiance, and in the place I find myself now there seems to be no one to oppose this.
My tale begins two months ago, in my home town, a great and sprawling metropolis I had a menial job, facing down both the tedium of tele-research and the depressive downward spiral of it failing to make ends meet. My bills had piled up and in the ensuing grimness, I began to doubt myself and my choices, not so much the directions I’d chosen, but the methods I’d taken in following the path I’d laid before myself. With that doubt came further depression, soon, my passion, my gift with written language seemed all but extinguished, which caused me to spiral further downward. With the further descent I found myself craving escape, I found it in the most insidious of herbs, and in short work I was nearly dependant. Nightly I lost myself in the temporary glee it created in me and for a time I was fine with this.
Then in an instant it was gone, and it was hours before I realized my faulty crutch was missing. In those first moments I saw terrible depths of dependance. I quickly recovered from it and found my eyes open to a new horror my glazed eyes had failed to notice insinuate itself upon me. As I slept a demon of great power fed upon my sorrow and with my newly cleared mind he was no longer veiled from my view, I saw myself in a great dining hall, walls of old concrete, in the distance I heard the echo of dripping water, the filthy walls were adorned with faded and torn curtains all bearing the same symbol, a crosshatched ring with a pair of eyes in it’s centre. I was sitting at the end of a great wooden table, set with tarnished cutlery of ancient silver. Sitting across from me was the beast itself, it seemed almost a man, his blazing eyes the same as those adorning the curtains, he spoke aloud in an ancient tongue and in my mind his voice echoed in eloquent and well read english of his own greatness, and the equal greatness of his appetite. He went on of his history, his service to the divine ones, his defiance of their absolute sense of justice and his casting out from their hidden land into this place. As suddenly as I became aware of this place, he became aware that I was studying him and he flew into a great rage. The table quaked, and in a blinding flash of darkness I found myself not home, but in the earthly realm.
I was standing in the middle of an intersection, from the light I guessed it was only just post dawn and overcast at that, everything was washed in a gloomy grey light that was emanating from the west. The road was abandoned and the city silent. Looking across the street I saw a familiar sight, a street car stop. I saw that particular stop almost five days a week for two years and knew that below it was a subway station, I went to the stairwell and found that the gate into the station was open, hoping for the best I headed downward. The station was empty, all the lights were on and from down the stairs I heard the familiar sound of a train pulling into the station. Honesty getting the better of me I fished my pass out of my pocket and hurried through the automated entrance, momentarily feeling reassured by the familiar sound of the turnstile accepting my pass and unlocking. I ran down the stairs and found an empty train waiting at the platform, heading northward. I boarded and took a seat feeling, for not the first time, uneasy. The familiar chime sounded and the doors closed, the train started and in a matter of seconds was into the tunnels and on its way.
The tunnel seemed to drag on for many minutes longer than it should have, as a mounting fear rose up within me the lights slowly dimmed, when I could take no more and came to my feet the lights were extinguished. A pale luminescence radiated from the end of the car and from it’s gloomy glow came the first terror, the one I’ve come to refer to as the dragon. He, or rather it has no eyes, a pelican-like beak, a reptile like body and sagging grey skin. Feeling ill equipped to confront such a thing I fled, running from car to car until I found myself with no where else to run. I heard it behind me, smashing its way from car to car. Up ahead I saw more grey light, and for the first time in a long time I prayed, prayed that it was daylight and not another beast.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
My Patented Vanishing Act.
Sorry, I was swamped at work and very ill. I'm just starting to come around I spent part of the time I was sick digging up an old laptop and rifling through my dead blog, I'm reworking an unfinished short story I posted on there and will post it here once I finish the edit I started the other night
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