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Sorrow before the final darkness


A man walks into a small closet. At 5’10, he stands with an impressive physique. His broad shoulders, rough skin and toned muscles give him an imposing look. The scar reaching from the top of his left brow down over his eye lids and stopping at his cheek added up with his appearance portrayed a man with a violent past. He was lucky to still have the eye. His scars however reached much deeper into him. Deep into the recesses of his being. Deep into a part of him he had long buried. 

He stretches a hand into the darkness and pulls on a string that sparks light to a solitary bulb dangling from the ceiling. The bulb provides a dull glow as it flickers on and off. The man reaches up on the shelve at the back of the closet moving shoe boxes aside until his hands settle on a red one at the very back. He grabs it with both hands and delicately pulls the shoe box from its dusty spot. The man’s hands tremble slightly. The result of an unfortunate malady.  It was a painful reminder of how long he had lived. The box isn’t heavy but he moves it with care as though to preseve precious crystals inside. He brings it down and places it gently on the wooden floor. Covered in years of dust, the box looks worn with the corners and edges frayed. The man takes his time in opening the box blowing the top of the box and in the process spraying the years of layered dust into the air. The light in the closet intermittently catches the dust in its weightless dance. Placing his right hand on it, the man rubs on the box gently. Clearly the box and it’s contents have sentimental value and even now invoke deep emotions in him.

After a few seconds of staring down at the box, he finally lifts the lid and inside are photographs. He pauses and his eyes fill up with tears that he fights desperately to hold back. This is a man that has gone through life overcoming the things that would overwhelm most men. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t looked at these pictures in years. Maybe it was the pain of knowing he was alone in his final moments. Perhaps it was a combination of both, but in that moment, he felt like he would break. He felt a kind of pain that threatened to leave him shattered on the floor like dropped china.

He reaches into the box and brings out the pictures. He goes through them one by one and he feels his hands tremble slightly as he does. One by one he flips through the photographs, taking his time to spot every detail of the faces in them. Each photograph takes him back across the land scape of his memory. Every expression, every pose and every background calls to his mind events and emotions felt in those moments the pictures were taken. As the memories of joyful times flowed back to him, the happiness of those moments flee and are quickly replaced with sorrow.

He comes to the last photograph and he just stares at it. He stares as though he hoped if he did so long enough the woman and child in the photograph might move. No such luck. Instead, as is the nature of people in pictures, the woman and child simply smile at him frozen and preserved from the coninuous steady march of time. They would never get older. Only the memories of them might fade. They are beyond death. Only the polaroids may wither.

He puts the pictures down, content that he got the chance to see his wife and daughter one more time. The world has gone to hell but at least he got to see them before he left. He never believed in a heaven but hoped for the sake of his wife and daughter that they were there. If there is a heaven, it wasn’t likely he would get in. They will be coming soon. So it was good he got to see his family one last time. 

He takes a deep breath and grabs from the bottom of the box what he came for. A 45 caliber hand gun. He starts to load the bullets wondering why he would need more than one. The lights go off in the room. This makes him pause. The bedroom door opens without a sound. At that moment the bulb in the closet starts flickering on and off again. A creek on the floor boards behind him takes him by surprise. He didn’t hear it come in. He cocks the gun and puts it in his mouth but is grabbed before he can pull the trigger. The room fills with screams and sounds of bones breaking and blood splashing on the floor. The only mercy Charlie recieves in his final seconds is not having to see what killed him. Then there is silence. The light in the closet flicks on and off for a few more seconds and then goes permanently off. And so darkness falls.

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16th Avenue👔 – Part 7


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Nicholson’s Office

The black door initialed ‘C.E.O.’ opens to reveal Kelsey seated opposite Nicholson. She quietly listens as he goes on almost inaudibly. His lips move as he talks but Rita could barely make out his words from where she stood behind the door peeping in with an armful of manilla files impatiently waiting to be signalled in.
By the troubled expression on Kelsey’s face, the topic at hand seemed to be incredibly serious.

Nicholson
(slightly audible)
Yes? Come in….

Rita seemed to forget herself momentarily until Nicholson’s eyes shift towards her. Their eyes meet.

Nicholson
(audibly)
Are you just going to stand there?
I said come in.

She seemed to regain awareness as she squeezes her way through the door offering a nervous greeting which Nicholson seemed to disregard.

Nicholson
What can I do for you?

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HALFWAY POINT


I sit in my (very untidy) room, staring at the empty suitcase in front of me. the world is eerily quite as i reflect over the past couple of months….

THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN… wow

My phone goes off, the ringtone breaking the perfectly still silence that engulfed my thoughts.

# ‘CALLER ID – MAX’

CRAP!

iv’e been avoiding his call all summer. he probably wants to know what room to register us in at school.

if only he knew… Continue reading

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Darian Black (Mock Cover Art)


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JaK30b – Netflix Style


JaK30b (Supermercado)

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JaK30b – Arkham style


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PANTHEON FALLS


A long time ago, the gods fell. Not just from grace, not just from glory, but from their lofty heights above the mortal realm. It wasn’t just one set of gods that fell but all of them. From the shores of Africa to the temples of Asia, the old gods all fell.

The history of earth is littered with gods from every culture that has ever existed. This is because man has always looked to the skies and imagined beings far more powerful than him. From this belief in the divine sprang forth the mythical gods of old. And it was this seemingly infinite wellspring of belief and faith in the divine that sustained the gods and gave them their powers. Man believed so the gods lived.

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16th Avenue👔-Part 6


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Olivia’s words ring out clearly.

Olivia
In line with Section 2, paragraph 3 of the Staff Handbook, dating among Staff is highly prohibited. All Staff caught in violation of this rule will be asked to resign with immediate effect.

A hand goes up.

Olivia
Janet, …you have something to say.

Janet
(withdraws her raised hand)
It’s Monday morning, to be precise, the first Monday of the last quarter of the year – an extremely busy period for the company. Some of us have a long list of clients to meet with today coupled with backlogs from Friday. I’m sure you have prepared a lovely speech filled with fancy words which would be impressive to hear but could you spare us the lecture and get to the point.

Beside Janet sits William, visibly bored out of his mind.

William
(yawns)
As much as I hate to agree with Saddam, she’s actually right. I’ve got a 9am meeting with a client at Magodo and she hates to be kept waiting.

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20160627 – RECAP


Jake, once an optimistic, over-imaginative and intelligent young man. Is now faced with the biggest threat to his existence from… Himself?

Midas King, the epitome of physical perfection. He was an imaginary entity from the oldest parts of Jakes mind who used to help jake through life when he was younger. That is until Jake out grew him. Midas did not like this, He thought their bond would never faulter. He wasn’t going to die so easily so he plotted the greatest escape ever concieved. Continue reading

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16th Avenue👔- Part 5


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Nicholson
Leaving already?
(Behind rimless lenses, Nicholson glances down at the packs of small chops clutched in Daisy and Kelsey’s hands.)

Kelsey
Actually, we were just…

Nicholson
Come with me a minute… Kelsey.
(Nicholson strolls ahead.)

Daisy
(Whispers curiously)
What did you do?

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Midas King Arc – Maximum Security (20160621)


Continued from Confrontation

( Music – Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen)

A black void of nothingness.

i felt minor tremors, as if I was in motion, but…

But I couldn’t move, my limbs weren’t responding.

I force my eyes open.

My senses are overwhelmed. Bright lights roll by ahead of me, straight long beams of light. I takes me a while before finally realising that I am strapped down to some sort of stretcher and being pulled across an awkwardly long hallway. Continue reading

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Excerpt from “Remember” by me


“I heard a million voices crying in pain, their wails were the sound track to my nightmare, accompanied by the imagery of a clock, a grandfather clock but not so much y’know, like something wasn’t quite right with it, maybe it was the color of the blood red wood, or the petrified faces carved into the frame. It probably was because it sounded an ear splitting RING at twenty five o’clock . Flashes soon followed, of images depicting a little girl, bound and gagged, her body, lifeless spread in a corner of what appeared to be a prison cell and on the wall over her body, painted with blood in big block letters were the words QUASIMODO”

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16th Avenue👔 – Part 4


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Daisy and Kelsey laugh out loud at a random joke.

Kelsey
If Benji was here, he’d ask God to forgive us.

(Silence as the two look over at the empty desk in the corner where Benji once sat. Daisy’s eyes slowly shift over to Kelsey.)

Daisy
You liked him, didn’t you?

Kelsey
Maybe.

(Ashley waltz in elaborately dressed in a skimpy number throwing her curves rhythymically from left to right. Daisy and Kelsey’s jaws hit the ground completely dazed.)

Ashley
(sings)
Good morninggggg….

(Daisy is first to react.)

Daisy
You stepped out your house like this?

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Midas King Arc – Confrontation (20160615)


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“I feel a lot better now”. Yeah I know you all missed my awesome voice/words.

“Well, you should be, you had an entire day of rest, you lucky son…” Dennis smiled. “anyway whats this all about, you said you have an imaginary person after you?” a curious expression occupying his face.

“well, not exactly… how many times do i have to say it”

“Just once more” Dennis replies.

“Hmm. Okay. So this guy…” I start.

“Is he talking about his Imaginary friend again” Michael spins his chair around to join our conversation. Continue reading

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Midas King Arc – Pandoras Box (20160613)


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“So, I read your blog” Midas said. “You are one disturbed mutha…”.

I laughed. I like the idea that people get to see inside my head. I would say ‘I’m not crazy’ but anyone could easily reply me with ‘that’s exactly what a crazy person would say’. So i think it would be better if i just admitted…

“I might be crazy”.

Midas’s expression changes, he lifts an eyebrow as if to say, ‘you think?’

He takes a bite out of his burger.

“So, in general, what do you think about it?” I ask Midas, honestly looking for some constructive criticism.

“I think it lacks direction, a bigger picture” he says to my surprise. “I just feel the stories are to disjointed. The events of one don’t really make an impact in the others.” Continue reading

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16th Avenue👔 – Part 3


 

Midday at the Staff Canteen,

Daisy
It’s a lie.

Kelsey
I wish it was.

William
What are we gossiping about?
(Runs his cup under the cold water dispenser balancing an empty food tray.)

Daisy
Wilson got suspended?
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Weekend – Saturday


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16th Avenue👔 – Part 2


 

Kelsey’s Office

Kelsey plumps down into her swivel chair sinking into the comfort of the cool leather appreciating the peace and quiet around her. She exhales a soothing sigh. The sudden loud ringing of her office line immediately shatters her moment of serenity. She grabs the phone and places it to her ear.

Kelsey
Hello. Good morning.

Ashley
Hi, dear.

Ashley’s an average height young single female. Her glowing fair skin is the first thing you notice about her as well as her super trim waist line. Her outgoing and bubbly nature made her easily sociable. Calling her the office flirt wouldn’t be too much of a stretch. Continue reading

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20160609 – One stop


It has been terribly uneventful around the office today. Both Dennis and i had our plates full with work.

I am sooo tired.

At least i can finally go home.

I check my watch, received to see that it reads ‘FiveFourtyTwo’.

I pack up my gear, shoving my laptop into its bag along with my external hard drive and pull out my ear phones to connect to my phone.

with my things packed up, i plug the ear buds into my ear and scroll through my phone for the perfect song to soundtrack my current mood. After a few swipes i find it. Continue reading

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16th Avenue👔 – Part 1


Morning, Walter Douglass’ Office

Kelsey, suited in a sharp light grey pants suit, strolls into the private office of Walter Douglas. Her thick shoulder length curly brown hair bounced as she walked over to the table of the middle-aged man dressed impeccably in a plain white shirt and a yellow striped tie.
Kelsey
Good morning, Walter.

Walter
(sings)
Morning, Kels. How was your weekend?
(He looks up at her with a playful smile on his face as he adjusts his spectacles.)
Kelsey
You already know the answer to that, Wally – too short – as always. It’s never quite enough. Once I get up Sunday mornings, my mind’s already on Monday – passionately dreading it. Continue reading