Posted on March 18, 2011 at 12:25 AM |
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Lilith
Jessie Masoner
The sky was darkening, everyone knew that we may not make it through this one, but still everyone kept their hopes up, for the ones who were unable to fight back. Nothing could prepare us for the horror that we witnessed, the shadowy figures who were unphased by the artillery that we rained down upon them. The reports that came in were scattered, hopeful at first some men stated that they could be taken down with some sort of melee weapon. Ot...
Posted on March 15, 2011 at 4:12 PM |
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In honor of St. Patrick's Day, here is an old one from the archive.....
O'Leary the Leprechaun needed a drink. He was the only Leprechaun in town who didn't have a pot full of gold, and he was sick and tired of being ridiculed for it. So he combed his neat red beard, put on his green top hat, and sauntered down the road to his favorite watering hole, The Olde S...
Read Full Post »Posted on March 5, 2011 at 1:04 AM |
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Lilith
Author: Jessie Masoner
Authors note:
This is a prelude and a rough draft, very rough.
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At first nobody knew what was going on, all we knew was, something bad was going to happen. Something bad, what an understatement first the sky darkened, such darkness it wasn't normal we could all feel it around us, the darkness was literally alive around us forming its own presence. We were unable to see each other, our faces were blurred from th...
Posted on March 2, 2011 at 9:49 PM |
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Quick author's ramble - sorry I've not been about much, I will read what I can as soon as I can. Anyway, I've been applying Project 52 to my writing and I have 60,000 or so words. I know its cheating not to post before I've finished but my ego wants to know the damn thing holds together before I take the risk.
Anyway, here's a related piece to my P-52 tale that may well end up in the final edit, albeit in a slightly different form.
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Read Full Post »Posted on December 15, 2010 at 9:10 PM |
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After I lost my folks in a deadly accident at the age of eight, I started getting visited by spirits, not of my folks, but total strangers. It made no sense to me, and it scared me very much. And as this was all happening in my life I was taken in by my Aunt Lovena, she had a nice home and she was closest to my mother, her sister. She told me that they were best friends, and that her big sister would want her to raise me.
The spirits followed me into Aunt Lovena’s home and kept on...
Read Full Post »Posted on September 25, 2010 at 12:01 PM |
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My story begins with me as an eight-year-old living adjacent to Sheppard Air Force Base in Wichita Falls, Texas where my Father was an Airman, and my Mother worked at the City Mental Hospital. My next-door neighbor was a kid named Jordan and he was my best friend and to be very honest my only real friend in the Air Force Neighborhood which was mostly Caucasian families. I heard my Mother say to my Father that she thought it was funny we ended up right next to the only oth...
Read Full Post »Posted on September 12, 2010 at 4:22 PM |
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This is only an excerpt from a graphic novel I've been developing...it's been halted for lack of an artist.. although I think I may have found one in my very own classroom... My t. a. ! Turns out she's a very good artist...
I have already developed characters, plot, scenery, history, and miscellaneous things such as clothing style, time frame and places.
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Posted on August 31, 2010 at 1:39 AM |
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My name is Riley, and I am a slave.
I live in a small domicile with my owners: a male and female. I do not know their names, as I am unable to communicate with them except in the most rudimentary ways. They belong to a species far more advanced than my own. Through gestures and a few monosyllabic commands, they control every facet of my life. When I ...
Read Full Post »Posted on August 16, 2010 at 9:42 PM |
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Raising an Empire
EPISODE I
A long time ago, and in a galaxy far, far away...
Recently defected senator, Count Dareios, has vanished off the Federation's radar, and is presumably aiding the fabled unground resistance.
Posted on August 12, 2010 at 5:56 PM |
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Smoke billowed from the vent eaves—wavy, boneless, grey arms, reaching for the sky and signaling for help. Discombobulated by the sight, Harry eased his car into the driveway, anyway. In a matter of seconds flames burst through the roof and a section of lumber, shingles and insulation plunged into the living room. The fire inhaled and then roared back out. Tiny bits of his house, charred red and still hot, pelted down and rolled off the hood of his sedan. H...
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