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The World Within, An Occult Detective Tale
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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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Longshanks, A Robert Asher Story
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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…
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Blood of the Saint, A Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino March 7, 1936: Robert Asher wasn’t feeling well. His head was throbbing and his vision was blurred. Every subtle noise would send stabs of pain through his skull. A glass of Alka-Seltzer was foaming beside his hand. He absentmindedly rubbed the welt on the side of…
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The Ghost Bride, A Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino June 1, 1952: Jonathan Lewis paced back and forth in his room. For the fifth time that morning, he checked himself in the mirror. The flower in his lapel was crooked. His hair wasn’t right. The suit felt baggy, then too tight. There wasn’t enough air…
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Oblivion, a Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino October 2, 1965: Robert Asher was on hold. Easy listening music, meant to sooth the caller, was playing on the other end. The rumba sounded like it was coming through a crushed cigarette box. Asher was not one for rumba music, or dancing for that matter. …
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Fire Caller, a Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino Robert Asher was thrown off the back of the truck. They didn’t even have the decency to stop. He sat in the snow as the vehicle rumbled away at top speed. It took the corner down the mountain a bit too hard and nearly flipped. The…
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A Vampire Love Story
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Story by Adam Casalino They stood in a circle of moonlight in a small forest clearing. The trees surrounded them like silent sentinels, guardians of this one precious moment. He was tall and pale of skin. The glowing moon shined in his eyes. She stood, shivering in his arms—not because…
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Never Trust a Train Ride
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Story by Adam Casalino I begrudgingly stepped into the subway car. It smelled—bad. A homeless person had spent the night on one of the benches. Most of the idiots in the car stayed at the other end. The train lurched forward and I grabbed onto the bar so I wouldn’t…
I am Adam Casalino. Writer and artist.
This is where I park my stories. Go ahead and read ’em.