It hovered above in the shape of a man. The figure was dark like a shadow. The night light didn’t keep it away. It fed off fear. 160 more words
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Years ago, when I was about 10, my grandfather died. I remember being at my aunt’s house and not wanting to go to the funeral. My brother, who is older, had scared me talking about worms and being buried, and honestly I can’t remember much but I cried and said I didn’t want to go. 2,282 more words
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While I’m balancing life with graduating school with a graphics art degree and thinking I’m done with that for a while, and then getting a freelancing job doing a newsletter and being even busier, here I am blogging about dreams because I’ve had almost zero time to write my book.
This work never got its own entry either. Now in a proper format, this work primarily revolves around the usage of a series of magical talismans, as part of a larger story (Napoleonic in origin and era) in which the author has been saved by a Turkish mage from an angry group of Arabs. 74 more words
by Bill Rudge
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