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Story by Adam Casalino Silas Black didn’t like the woman very much. He thought it might have been her nose. No, it wasn’t that. It was her smile. She had a wry smile. It made her look smug. Silas didn’t like people who were smug. Some people called him…
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Or: How to make people believe your lies There are a lot of resources out there on how to write stories. Far too many. And, as Stephen King once said, they’re mostly b-s. I’m not here to teach you how to write. Nor do I claim to be an expert…
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Or: How to avoid the first-person trap. I’m not much of a “literary critic.” Oh sure, I have my opinions. And unlike yours, mine are always right. But I don’t get much into the business of critiquing other books or comics. It’s a lot of work, and I’d rather devote…
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Story by Adam Casalino Robert Asher fell down the porch steps. He crashed against the sidewalk, his face and palms landing in a puddle. Pushing up on his elbows, he looked back at the front door. He caught one last glimpse of the man who ejected him, before the door…
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Story by Adam Casalino “You’re doing it all wrong. You need to focus.” “Stop telling me what to do.” “Somebody needs to. How else are you going to pierce the astral plane and gain a higher level of consciousness?” “That’s not what I’m trying to do.” “Clearly. You’re not doing…
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Story by Adam Casalino Robert Asher was sitting up in a tree. It wasn’t his idea. Nor was it his idea to handle the awkwardly designed crossbow that was nestled against his shoulder. He wasn’t a very good shot with the bow; after all, he had only practiced using it…