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Jack Waxes Melancholic – Fragment 7

This was originally published at The Entropy Report, back in May of 2008. I bring it to the forefront with great pleasure. If you’d like to see the original, click here.
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The Fear permeates the city with a dense fog in the mornings. As the day lingers, the fog dissipates, but the Fear just [...]

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The Cost of Magic #26

This is the 26th section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 25, you might want to start here.
Jane’s Journey
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In the astral world, Jane’s soul was exploring. She saw the pyramids of Egypt in their greatest glory. She flew over Atlantis, populated by ethereal glowing balls, that she could only assume [...]

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Twitter Travels Down and Dirty

So here we are. Less than one week from departure. We are leaving for the road on Saturday, April 12th.
Before the itinerary let’s go over a few things.
First off, Twitter Travels is a project that me and @scarab are starting. It’s a massive road trip, meeting as many Twits as possible along [...]

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Chattanooga: A Love Story Poetry

Broken glass litters
the city street.
I crawl out of the gutter
and wonder where I was last night.
I can see the quad-bridges from here.
The echo in the distance
calls out my name.
Jack, come home.
I am home.
This is my city.
These are my streets.
I walk across the bridge
and grab a bite to eat.
Hot coffee and cold eggs
can help just about [...]

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