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Book Giveaway 14

2013-07-01

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Monday, July 1st to be entered in a chance to win one of tw0 (2) hardcover copies of: H.P. LOVECRAFT: TALES (LIBRARY OF AMERICA) And two (2) sets of hardcover copies of: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS and THE DARK VERSE, VOL. [...]…

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TDV 85: A Random Game Of Vitriolage

2013-06-18 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Who sings this?” my grandmother asked as I placed needle on spinning vinyl, bringing to life an aura of music. A soothing and charming voice stirred the heart above a movement of catchy melodies and rhythmic bass. The way the voice careened from lyric to lyric brought the music to life in a story of [...]…

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Book Giveaway 13

2013-06-11

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Tuesday, June 11th to be entered in a chance to win one of three (3) digital downloads of: THE WEIRD: A COMPENDIUM OF STRANGE AND DARK STORIES (Choose the Kindle, Nook, or iBook version) And one (1) digital download for every 20 entries of: THE DARK VERSE, [...]…

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The Dark Verse Live – The Thief of Timeworn Lives and His Fortress

2013-06-02

Sharkchild reads The Thief of Timeworn Lives and His Fortress live on Livestream on Sunday, June 2nd at 9:0oPM EST. This story will be included in THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 3: BEYOND THE GRIP OF TIME book. https://new.livestream.com/sharkchild/thedarkverse  …

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Book Giveaway 12

2013-05-27

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Monday, May 27th to be entered in a chance to win one of two (2) pairs of: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS AND THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 2: IN THE BLOOD OF DEATH For every 30 entries, another copy of THE DARK [...]…

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Book Giveaway 11

2013-05-14

The Kickstarter campaign for THE DARK VERSE, VOLUME 3 approaches (May 28th) so I need to get some more books out there! Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Tuesday, May 14th to be entered in a chance to win one of three (3) pairs of: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES [...]…

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Book Giveaway 10

2013-04-10

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Wednesday, April 10th to be entered in a chance to win: (1) Copy: H.P. LOVECRAFT: THE COMPLETE FICTION (2) Pairs: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS AND THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 2: IN THE BLOOD OF DEATH Winners will be chosen at random [...]…

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Book Giveaway 9

2013-03-26

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Tuesday, March 26th to be entered in a chance to win one of two (2) pairs of: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS AND THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 2: IN THE BLOOD OF DEATH Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from [...]…

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Book Giveaway 8

2013-03-15

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST tonight (March 15th) to be entered in a chance to win one of three (3) copies of: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 2: IN THE BLOOD OF DEATH Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from the entrants after the cutoff at 10:00PM PST tonight and will be [...]…

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TDV 84: Rainsaw

2013-03-14 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

My son looked so innocent and full of happiness. His wavy, golden brown hair bounced softly while he hunted the red ball that continually evaded his uncoordinated efforts of collection, and the slightly oversized, brown, suede jacket encasing his figure only did him harm on his quest. Every time he missed a grasp on the [...]…

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Book Giveaway 7

2013-01-29

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Friday, February 1st to be entered in a chance to win one of the following: 1ST PRIZE: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 2: IN THE BLOOD OF DEATH (Not available to the public until 3/12!) + 1 Limited Edition Dark Verse T-shirt (M, L, or XL) 2ND PRIZES (1 for [...]…

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Book Giveaway 6

2012-12-05

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST tonight to be entered in a chance to win one of the following: 1 Copy: H.P. LOVECRAFT: THE COMPLETE FICTION 2 Copies: THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from the entrants after the cutoff at 10:00PM [...]…

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TDV 83: D.M.V. (Dream Magic And The Vessels)

2012-11-24 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I called my house the Old Souls Orphanage—a haven for the elderly without a place to call home. Those in the latter years of life who had not the funds or family to be given the living quarters of comfort and peace that were deserved came to my abode to receive well-appointed accommodations. I gave [...]…

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Book Giveaway 5: Thanks Be to the Book

2012-11-20

Comment on this post before 9:00PM PST on Sunday, November 25th to be entered in a chance to win one of the following: 1st Prizes (2): H.P. LOVECRAFT: THE COMPLETE FICTION 2nd Prize (1): BOOKS OF BLOOD, VOLUMES 1-3 by Clive Barker 3rd Prize (1): IN THE LAND OF TIME AND OTHER FANTASY TALES by [...]…

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Book Giveaway 4

2012-11-14

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST to be entered in a chance to win one of two copies of THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS ! Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from the entrants after the cutoff at 10:00PM PST and will be contacted by Sharkchild via email. [...]…

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TDV 82: The Wrong House Of Worship

2012-11-08 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

His play of the piano was remarkable. The way his fingers careened along the keys was like a swift and gentle stream that invoked the serenity and beauty of nature’s kiss. His melodies, with their masterful fermatas and crescendos, called out in prayers to the ears. The music was a triumph beyond those things known, [...]…

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Book Giveaway 3

2012-11-07

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST to be entered in a chance to win a copy of H.P. LOVECRAFT: THE COMPLETE FICTION! For every 25 comments/entries, a copy of THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS will also be given away! Winner(s) will be chosen at random from the entrants after the cutoff [...]…

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Book Giveaway 2

2012-11-01

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST to be entered in a chance to win a copy of THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES OF REVENANTS! One winner will be chosen at random from the entrants after the cutoff at 10:00PM PST and will be contacted by Sharkchild via email. UPDATE: The winner [...]…

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Halloween Greeting 2012: The Doomed Souls Chorus

2012-10-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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And Then A Book Was Given

2012-10-26

Post a comment with what you think about THE DARK VERSE (just put whatever comes to mind if you have never listened to it or read it) and at the end of the day two people will be chosen at random to be given a copy of THE DARK VERSE, VOL. 1: FROM THE PASSAGES [...]…

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TDV 81: Killing Tools (The Glove Of Wires)

2012-08-24 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There was nothing wrong with my childhood that should have ever attracted the blackness that arose at the age where toy robots, slingshots, and water guns were the apple of my eye—I played, I fought, I got hurt, I got in trouble, and I learned. Despite my innocence, the ominous stars aligned and allowed the [...]…

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TDV 80: Age Of Thaumaturgics

2012-05-22 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

With sweaty, trembling hands, I entered the floor of Candure Stadium. Each and every sound of my bodily existence was muted by the humming ruckus pulsating between expectant members of the critical audience. My breaths were hollow, my steps were unheard, and the beating of my heart reverberated within me in empty concussions. The blood [...]…

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The Unlike Light (Remastered)

2012-04-11 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Indulge in the remastered edition of The Unlike Light. The Ravener has joined the dark forces of this track to bring the best in audio horror fiction to your ears. Click here to download TDV Remastered Episode…

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A Note

2012-04-01

If you are interested in podcasting, there should be nothing hindering you. The freedom of creation is yours if you are willing to have the dedication to unleash it. Whether you want to start a show reviewing indie horror movies or a chat show interviewing the most successful poker players, you can succeed in creating [...]…

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Halloween Greeting 2011: Cyanide Suicide

2011-10-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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TDV 79: The Pendulum Role

2011-10-27 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I emerged from the dark halls of my house and entered the only fully lit arena therein: a kitchen with wide, tall windows that welcomed the rising sun. I sat down at a small wooden table where scrambled eggs and toast waited for me on a dull, silver plate. My mother stood at the sink, [...]…

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TDV 78: The Rotting Moments Ending

2011-04-27 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Seven demonized humans turned vile creations from wounds inflicted by diseased, unreasoned, and inexplicable time struck an inert man repeatedly with their fists in the corner of the nineteenth floor of a glistening high-rise. In unbreakable specificity, these Henchmen of Rotted Time targeted the man’s face, hitting nothing else. These blows were wild with the [...]…

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TDV 77: The Changer Box

2011-02-01 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The air was musty and smelled of a compound of fruit and charcoal. A veil of haze shrouded what distances I could see and those distances—that were not of much distance at all—contained the walls, ceiling, and floor of my current world; I stood in the center of a small room—a room that I dreadfully [...]…

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TDV 76: The Image Of Odd Transaction And Collection

2011-01-11 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Head down this way,” I motioned with my arms, directing the couple before me into the stairway leading down into the basement of my house. “This will be the most exquisite collection you have ever seen. I promise you,” I added. “Very good,” a man, clad in a black suit, an olive shirt, and a [...]…

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The Searing Tongue 1

2010-12-16 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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Holiday Discount on The Dark Verse, Volume I Book

2010-12-14

It’s time for a holiday blowout on From the Passages of Revenants (The Dark Verse, Volume I). Buy a signed copy for only $15.99 (including shipping) at sharkchildsremains.com with the coupon code “sharkmas” during checkout. All major credit cards and PayPal are accepted. Let me guide you through my book of twenty-six short tales of fantastical [...]…

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TDV 75: The Truncation Of Being By Folding Flesh

2010-12-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Words hold power of times before, to come, and times unknown. They can exist in form or invisible space. They can exist in colorful sight or invisible sound. Words create and words destroy. They convert the weak and overthrow the wise. It was words that in astronomical infliction determined my fate—just words. But words are [...]…

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TDV 74: The Cry Of The Crooked

2010-11-27 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Upward I climbed, foot over foot, and hand over hand. Blood pounded at my temples while I strained to maintain strength and focus. Beads of sweat rolled off of my forehead and fell the depths of my course. My sight was set on nothing but the path I had already traveled. My feet were above [...]…

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TDV 73: Entering Weightlessness

2010-11-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The cool, still water embraced me as I jumped into it and submerged within it, leaving the sounds of laughter behind. The water wrapped its ever-changing arms around my shape and held it perfectly. I exorcized air—one quick blast to balance my buoyancy. Then there was the Calm; I did not rise, I did not [...]…

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TDV 72: Names: Vaucifyr (The Unreasoned Voice)

2010-11-05 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Metek, Alaya, Sturge, and Crim sat anxiously on hard wooden chairs around a wooden table in the basement of the Abandoned House in Semtar’s Forest. The basement was lit by candle-flame, but the moonlit, night sky peeked through holes and cracks in the faltering, aged floorboards above. Animals and insects scurried in the shadows. A [...]…

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Halloween Greeting 2010: Demon’s Prayer

2010-10-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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TDV 71: Names: Craytick

2010-09-25 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Death is but a tangent of existence, for I have lived many different lives in different worlds through death—death being the medium through which I reached these lives. There are different layers of afterlives. They are each unique, and they do not blend. And whether or not all who perish will share with me the [...]…

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TDV 70: Names: Dietchelnin, Dietchellin

2010-09-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The castle of the Lord Brasher stood as it always had—sharply cut black stone jutting upward to create halls and chambers and towers and spires. The front gate, before which I stood, eerily hung open as like a gaping wound run dry of blood. No one foreign to these walls would dare enter, so the [...]…

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TDV 69: The Demise Sequence

2010-07-01 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I understand many things about life, how it comes and goes and how it exists in the present—in thought and in the unseen. I have the guide of perfect discernment—an immaculate compass of the ages etched into my bone and burned into my breath by a creature of creation long hidden from the eyes and [...]…

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TDV 68: Filling The Empty Throne

2010-05-27 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I thought I had told the Doctors nothing but the truth regarding my wounds, yet their doubt in my words led me to not wholly believe in those insects of memories crawling behind my eyes. They wanted to know how the rings of flesh were once missing at the wrists of my bloodless arms and [...]…

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TDV 67: The Summit And The Sacrifice

2010-05-06 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I found the perfect summit to erect the altar for my sacrifice. It was sunken down in a valley surrounded by mountains of tremendous size. Instead of aiding in the formation of the valley, this mountain housing the summit I eyed stood independent within the valley, standing against erosion of age old time—an oddity of [...]…

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TDV 66: Knave (Part 2)

2010-04-08 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There is such a thing as the chaos of fate—an endless-fingered glove, a maze of only dead-end paths. And there is such a thing as living separated from life—not by the escaping of death, but by the living outside of life in a place where its wholesome reaches fail. There is such living and there [...]…

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TDV 65: That Which Makes Up The World

2010-03-25 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The articulate sound of the school bell’s conclusive note awoke me from my hazy hell. It came as if with swift reckoning—a domino effect to my distant self that lived the same moment fractions of seconds earlier and fractions of seconds later. Perhaps even a transfer of consciousness occurred, shifting me between universes via the [...]…

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TDV 64: There They Freeze

2010-03-12 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The Cantlebrin Bridge was high up and made of ice. It connected one side of the Rezlinought Canyon to the other, a railless pathway joining opposing caves that nested thirty yards down from the canyon’s ridges. Although made entirely of ice—ice partially fused, partially wedged—the bridge had been a reliable mode of travel for centuries; [...]…

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TDV 63: Blood Host Authentication

2010-02-24 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The blood determines the majesty of the host. For most, the constituents of blood are—in order of greatest volume—plasma, red blood cells, and then white blood cells. But for those I served, these typical figures were not so. The Templars Aryiglen had a notably higher amount of red blood cells and less plasma, and thus, [...]…

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TDV 62: The Thief Of Timeworn Lives And His Fortress

2010-02-12 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I sat beside my grandmother, who lay calmly and quietly within her bed. Nothing but her shallow breaths penetrated the atmosphere of her room. I intently watched her chest as it rose and fell. Only by the visual motion could I even discern and align the sound of those faint breaths with my audible perception. [...]…

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TDV 61: Knave (Part 1)

2010-01-28 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I once had in my possession a unique thermometer I called the Gapetha. Using the buoyancy of five silver circlets in liquid contained in a tall, slim, clear cylinder, it determined temperature. If the temperature was to reach a very specific reading, down to fractions of a degree, these five silver circlets aligned in a [...]…

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TDV 60: The Stone House

2010-01-15 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

From the letter addressed to the Strong, written by the hands of Tinus Perpentin: There is an immovable place at the edge of a far-off, isolated cliff (this is all I can divulge with regards to location). On the outside it is but an enormous rock, seizing space like a gorging wolf. But on the [...]…

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TDV 59: The Power In A Father

2009-12-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

It was a fare as ripe as an appetite had ever known. Its short, curly brown hair bobbed innocently. Its blue eyes blinked unabashedly. Its smile cut space curiously. The cheer of its mouth lit the atmosphere with the chorus of purity while it held the hand of its father, who led it in a [...]…

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TDV 58: The Long Travel

2009-12-16 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There is a hidden labyrinth of pathways linking the worlds of things that can be seen. It can be found with the use of elementary magic. A rune, spoken as a beseecher to the fabric of life, is all it takes to beckon forth the portal and gateway to this land of overwhelming connectivity. The [...]…

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TDV 57: What The Water Means

2009-12-03 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

On the top of a thirty-two foot long counter, I lived amongst a population of two-hundred and forty-three—a civilization wrought by the hands of man in the age of his illustrious prime. Our kind was called humids—life forms birthed from a mixture of DNA and infinitesimal computer processors. Our size was measurably minute, but our [...]…

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TDV 56: A Lonely, Imprisoned Stranger

2009-11-19 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I had an aunt who lived in the house beside my own; she was a very peculiar woman. The very nature of her peculiarity allowed me only rare opportunities to see her, although she was never more than a couple room lengths away. She called the inside of her home the Sterile Sanctuary, which, specifically, [...]…

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TDV 55: In Placing The Titan’s Emotion

2009-11-05 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I sat back in my rocking chair and subdued my thoughts with the gentle swaying of my bones. The chair, as well as my body, creaked with the tender noise of old age. In my vision, flames within the fireplace communed with one another and my son and daughter-in-law played an immersive game of chess. [...]…

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Halloween Greeting 2009: Cutting Game

2009-10-30 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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The Dark Verse, Volume I Product Video

2009-10-28 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Here is a product video I just put together for From the Passages of Revenants (The Dark Verse, Volume I). The video quality is not quite grand, but I did the best I could!…

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Update: The Dreadful Inspirator Contest

2009-10-26

Unfortunately, I must make an embarrassing announcement regarding the contest: I only received two entries and so there is no way to move forward with the contest as planned. I am still going to reward the two people that did participate and name them both honorary Dreadful Inspirators for 2009. I will construct a story around each of [...]…

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TDV 54: Soul Divided

2009-10-22 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I stood behind a black, baby grand piano. The instrument was unfamiliar to me and its keys, both black and white, held reflections that heightened their alluring appearance. As I looked upon it, I longed to hear a sweet melody. Surrounding the piano, two rows of seats filled with women arced in crescent form. The [...]…

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TDV 53: The First Innovation

2009-10-08 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

If the stars were maps of history, then my heart would have been their maker. If there were a way to look within the earliest light still traveling upon the edges of the universe, then my face would have been the subject there discovered. Bittersweet were the eons of my life. *** In my first [...]…

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News: Book Special and The Dreadful Inspirator Contest

2009-10-01

BOOK SPECIAL at SharkchildsRemains.com From the Passages of Revenants (The Dark Verse, Volume I) is on SALE Unsigned Copy: $17.99 Signed Copy: $21.99 FREE Shipping NO Sales Tax Special ends at midnight on October 31st THE DREADFUL INSPIRATOR CONTEST PRIZE 8GB iPod Nano and the creative direction of an episode of The Dark Verse HOW [...]…

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TDV 52: When Eyes Have Seen Too Much

2009-09-24 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

My squad and I were at the end of our assignment. A brigade of three heavily armored vehicles and twenty-four exhausted, anxious men raced through the canyon of Nazlit. Dust churned behind us in wellsprings of the fleeting memories we hoped to leave behind. If the mind could have held its thoughts as lungs contained [...]…

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TDV 51: No More Resistance

2009-09-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I taped her entire body with thick, clear packing tape—every inch. I taped her fingers and toes to one another. I taped her legs together and her arms to her sides. I ran tape from her head to her shoulders, locking it in place. Her eyes were taped open; her mouth was taped shut; her [...]…

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TDV 50: The Concomitant

2009-08-27 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I was an ancient navigator. My mission was to collect data from the universe and pass it on into the vibrations of existence—stars, planets, moons, meteors—where there it would be embedded for the millions of years it would take until its presence reached an entity worthy enough to be susceptible to its slight, but powerful [...]…

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TDV 49: The Man Of Letters

2009-08-13 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Words were my masters. Their colloquial voices chattered in my mind, enlivening an unconventional form of command. They had agendas and hate and disgust, all of which brought about a tumultuous ocean of demands within my head, so vast that I drifted upon it as weathered wreckage—for I was but an insignificant muse bent to [...]…

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TDV 48: Severing The Lost

2009-07-30 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I once had a best friend; I liked to call her Dime. The name came to me when I found a dime in my pocket during a time of need. She was always there for me; she was the “dime” in my pocket. Our relationship was brilliant. We shared secrets, experiences, and adventures. Dime was [...]…

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TDV 47: Nigh Outlasting The Fear Of Death

2009-07-16 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Tears from the heavens bore death like cannonballs ignited under the misery of hate. Like meteors sentenced to the fate of the world, these burning embers fell—fist-sized, amorphic masses of light ripping through plane. They poured through the hull and people alike with effortless elegance, spewing portions of things into a cataclysmic collage of mingling [...]…

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TDV 46: The Ilks Of Devotion

2009-07-02 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Grand castles full of cities and heavy, luscious woods lined the horizon. Their mixtures of grays and greens flooded my sight with thick promise. It was Alvershiven’s Den; the long journey was finally over. “Are you going to do it?” Ten-Men asked while he bent down on one knee beside me on the hill overlooking [...]…

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TDV 45: Names: Chillanthon

2009-06-18 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The chillanthon was waiting for me outside of my house, calling to me with its unsettling voice, tearing through my heart with its restlessness. I could hear its arms whip across its torso as they swiveled back and forth from shoulder sockets detested with freakish pivotal ability. It stood in the middle of the street, [...]…

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The Dark Verse, Volume I Book Promo

2009-06-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Here is a promo video John F. Stifter put together for Sharkchild’s book, The Dark Verse, Volume I: From the Passages of Revenants available now at SharkchildsRemains.com. The music was composed by Sharkchild.…

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TDV 44: Names: Apherdane

2009-06-03 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

On the dull road called Mayberry Lane, I stood at the turn of the evening. I had just flicked a cigarette at a passing vehicle, watching as its cinder flashed into the night. In front of me stood the Cursory—a name given to a house because no one ever gave the place a second glance. [...]…

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TDV 43: The Hunt

2009-05-21 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

An army of ghastly forms waited listlessly at the gates of life. Each entity was unrestrained and raw—knowledge had yet to enter, conform, and orchestrate a platform of thought and personality for its cloudy mind. Step by step, they were pushed forward towards the slim opening in the gates. One by one they popped through [...]…

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TDV 42: Thirteen Door Roulette

2009-05-08 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I was handed a small, round cage; I curled two of my fingers around the s-hook fastened to its apex. The cage had a minute door fixed with a comparably insignificant latch. It did not—by sound and feel—seem to have anything within its grasp, although nothing could be seen within the tightly placed metal panels [...]…

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TDV 41: Symptoms Of The Astral

2009-04-22 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Just get inside!” my mom yelled. “But please, let me—” I tried to explain. “No! I don’t want to hear about it. Just go to your room. I’ll let you know when you can come out.” I climbed out of the minivan and went into the house. My body trembled with a mixture of rage [...]…

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The Changing Feyth (Complete)

2009-04-13 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

This is the all-in-one version of The Changing Feyth series, pulling together parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 from the previously published episodes.…

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TDV 40: The Changing Feyth (Part 4)

2009-04-09 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

A body fell from the opening above me. It fell so fast there was no way to tell if it was living or dead. It crashed upon the stone floor, bones cracking and flesh splitting. And then another fell. And another. And another. And another until thirteen bodies had splattered across the floor in front [...]…

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TDV 39: Stumbling Upon Preterition

2009-03-26 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There are dismissed places—not forgotten or invisible—but ignored without refrain.  The devils of these domains are so vibrant that beings of any awareness trick their minds to see right through them, or around them—anything to succeed with avoidance. Nightmares are detrimental, but to gaze into these aces of sinister rule is to gaze at life [...]…

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TDV 38: The Taking Of Hallowed Creation

2009-03-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The precious silver hovered over the menacingly heated embers. Its surfaces glimmered and sparkled with the reflection of flickering ash. Every curve and groove of this magnificent creation completed in shape to form the perfect fork—the Serpent’s Fork. A long slender handle fell downward, widening at the bottom into a wonder of embossed swirls. The [...]…

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TDV 37: The Deviations

2009-02-27 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The dreams I had while I slept in the unsanctified darkness of the Slanterhorn Estate mansion’s attic were never pleasant. As I stared up into the ancient rafters, letting my body and mind be overcome by sleep’s oblivion, I sensed that the world of twisted things somehow pressed more mercilessly on such sites—places tucked so [...]…

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TDV 36: Confronting The Formless

2009-02-12 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The infinite regions within divisibility were my home. I existed in the distances of space—space void of finite ends. In these unfathomable places there was only emptiness; it was all that I had ever known. No matter where I traveled, I could find nothing different—for something boundless could not be filled, and something that could [...]…

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TDV 35: A Megacosm’s Secret Initiation Of Members

2009-01-29 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Have you ever looked over the edge of the world?” asked the young girl sitting beside me on the train. At the time, we were passing by mountains strewn with large boulders, but my attention was on the features of the girl. Her hair was dark and her skin was light. Unusual rainbows graced her [...]…

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TDV 34: The Song Of Dusty Hearts

2009-01-15 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

When I was young, my grandfather often brought me to the burial grounds of the nethpa, and every time he led me over some barren hill, or down some hidden trail, or through some thick forest, he would share with me how I might find such a rare and extraordinary place. “The resting grounds of [...]…

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TDV 33: The Road Show

2008-12-30 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Step right up. Come see what ya’ve been waiting for—things ya could never dream of!” The man who spoke these words with such easy excitement was a haggard looking, traveling salesman. His brown, greasy hair was parted to the right and his pants sagged with a loosely fitted belt. His name was Mick Driggler, but [...]…

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TDV 32: Pathway For The Dead

2008-12-18 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There was a path that led to all places, but it grew weak. As a canyon of only slight width, spreading through the horizons of the universe, it fought to exist between the gargantuan pressures of surrounding landscapes. These landscapes, formed of all things malice and chaos, fought to bring about the end of division, [...]…

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TDV 31: Mantis, Malevolent

2008-12-04 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I vividly remember those things I did on the day of the coming of the Purpose Giver. I was chopping wood in the back of my cabin, preparing ahead of time for the oncoming winter. My arms felt strong as they led the ax through the wood with single strokes. Perspiration beneath my thick clothing [...]…

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TDV 30: The Changing Feyth (Part 3)

2008-11-20 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

My greatest ally and most infernal enemy is time. It can change history and efface memories. It can create life and it can take it away. And to the immortal, time is the ultimate instrument of both plague—the uncanny curse of centuries of wisdom and knowledge and experience and pain—and revision—the gift of the possibility [...]…

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TDV 29: The Fragmented

2008-11-06 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Pieces here, pieces there—it was one sick, twisted mess. I had never before seen such an awful and visually tormenting way to die. It looked like some almighty hand of gargantuan size had grabbed the poor man along with the ground, the chair he was sitting on, and the desk he was sitting at, and [...]…

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Halloween Greeting 2008: Candle-Drip

2008-10-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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TDV 28: Playgrounds Never Wondered About

2008-10-23 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I awoke in a strange place—a land of repulsive architecture and grim colors. All I had with me were the clothes on my back and my cracked, fragmented mind. When I first opened my eyes, they rested upon a structure similar to that of a monument. The building towered above me with enormous pillars and [...]…

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TDV 27: The Clock’s Many Hands

2008-10-22 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

My hands were always true. I relied on their dexterity for manipulation, their sturdiness for strength, and their gentleness for care. With hands, I led myself forward through the galaxies of all things. Just as an insect’s wings are its salvation from danger and guide to survival, my hands were the guardians and practitioners of [...]…

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TDV 26: The Something Beyond Silence

2008-09-25 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The sound of a heartbeat is distinct. It is a ticking of time—a lifeline encroaching upon an end. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, this ever-sustaining frequency pulsates towards the boundaries of the unknown. It represents knowledge—whether of reality or sleep it does not matter—but when it stops, the mystery begins. That mystery, which hinges on the [...]…

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TDV 25: Character Feast

2008-09-11 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There were many sitting around the table in the dining room at Neverlaster’s Inn. All together, there was the blind man, the ruler, the temptress, the demon, the thief, the philosopher, the jester, the card man, the hunter, the seer, the warlord, the ghost, and the masked mute. They were all dressed at their finest [...]…

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TDV 24: The Coming Of The Unexpected

2008-08-28 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There were always so many people on the beaches those days of the summer’s heat. They came with umbrellas and coolers and inhabited small squares of sand for the duration of several hours. Together, their grids of spaces collaborated into a small metropolis of unacquainted population. I walked those beaches, but I never took part [...]…

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TDV 23: The Skulker

2008-08-14 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

It came from the distance with patience and dedication. From a point of origin lost beyond the seas of matter, it traveled, setting out upon a path to reach the destination of which it chose—ages before knowledge was an aspect of existence. Once the path was formed, it did not stray—not for time or desire [...]…

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TDV 22: Finding The Host That Sustains

2008-07-30 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I walked through the truculent sands for many days without end. Their color glistened and appeared to shine brighter with each new dawning of the sun—a sun that radiated and shown power beyond the means of natural, un-orchestrated things. I could feel the sun’s reach and be witness to its breadth. The sky was either [...]…

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All Are Called (Names Intro)

2008-07-16 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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TDV 21: Names: Feltfoldhart

2008-07-16 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The creations of the artisan were always magnificent. Every detail, contour, and finish orchestrated a perfection of visual embrace. The way his completed works mesmerized the most critical of art and the most cynical of achievement proved his worthiness to all who might own—or if but see—a piece of his allotted mastery. Even in touch, [...]…

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Artwork: Names: Unsonselvitzsol

2008-07-14 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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TDV 20: Names: Tillalel

2008-07-02 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

By a very early age, I had learned the seriousness of sanctity—as far as it goes in relating to things unbound by the compass of the solvable. I knew, in other words, about the astringent potency of belief: what it was capable of and how it controlled and manipulated. There was one event in particular [...]…

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TDV 19: Names: Unsonselvitzsol

2008-06-17 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

An amount of seasons befell me that I could not count before I became free. And surely it was an amount less than I would have thought, for time lingered awfully slow within the cool, decrepit cell of my prison holding. I did not mark the days and I did not note the moon when [...]…

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TDV 18: Normal Faces

2008-06-04 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

My sister and I happened upon the variable of existence by chance. It might have been the way we walked in ghostly indifference under the setting sun’s light, or perhaps it was the way we stared disjointedly across the endless horizon. Nevertheless, we arrived. Like a layer resting between all things, it rested in connection [...]…

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TDV 17: The Science Of Faith

2008-05-21 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

On the softest of days, when the splinters of time bowed to uncanny sounds, I heard the ringing. It came from some region just closer than what could be called distant. As if drifting on a river of sustaining sound, the ringing reached my ears, tickling them like the elegant prose of a poem. When [...]…

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TDV 16: Time Into Death

2008-05-06 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

One drop, three drops, twenty drops—then it was steady. The glass window facing the driveway fogged under my breathing as I watched the rain begin its exotic descension upon the glum spread of concrete and blood. My skin tingled while severe emotion shot through my body, invigorating my keenness during the very surreal moment. The [...]…

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TDV 15: Bringing Back The Unordinary

2008-04-22 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The Movie Man found me at an awards banquet. It was for my swim team, and it was the last place I expected to meet someone who would change my life. When his greeting occurred, all of the awards and speeches had been given and made, and things had just begun to wind down. Loose [...]…

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TDV 14: The Captive Inside

2008-04-07 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

There were certain shops that had no seizing affects outside of a planned visit, and then there were certain shops that quite brutally tortured if their magical, if not haunting, space was not investigated. Alluring displays, unorthodox merchandise, and toys—these were some of the things that made me curious, but the latter, the toys—those trinkets [...]…

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TDV 13: The Missing Come Home

2008-03-24 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I awoke to the severe beating of my heart, which drove throbbing percussions through my temples. Beneath me, a sick, cold sweat lined the sheets. My hands were trembling and my throat was raw. I quickly rose from the bed in disgust and discomfort and stood as if leaving the compound of a putrid nest, [...]…

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TDV 12: Fate

2008-03-10 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Was I the wish of a demented god? Or was I a god? Or was I the pinnacle abhorrer of malformation? My beginnings were not in my memories and my abilities were not in my mind as an aspect of learning—as I existed, so they existed. The only truths within my knowledge flew about like [...]…

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TDV 11: Sounds Of The Deliverer

2008-02-25 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The cracking voice of the mild singer brought me back from the depths of a bizarre subconscious. I looked around at the rest of Dim Lit Coffeehouse. Spots of green hovered in my sight while my eyes got accustomed to the ambiance. Everyone else appeared to be awakened from the same archaic sleep. Eyes were [...]…

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TDV 10: The Changing Feyth (Part 2)

2008-02-11 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

While others sleep, the feyth do not. While others dream beautiful and terrifying visions, the feyth always stir in the unrest of consciousness, never to experience the small pleasure of an escape or diluting respite. Memories, emotions, longings, regrets—they all linger in a swirling prison of chaos. All of them prance and prick endlessly, tirelessly. [...]…

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The Augur’s Scroll: Remnant IV

2008-02-03 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Through my eyes are the peoples of the world. I see them, at night, lying in their beds within the structures that spread over the earth. As if transparency were the walls containing them, I can find them, isolate them, and extract them in my mind, plucking them one by one between the fingers of [...]…

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TDV 9: The Chambers of Nature’s Machines

2008-01-28 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I would lie in the middle of Turnby Road on those days when the wind would explain the seasons and the cold and the feelings quickly lit and quickly dampened. The leaves from elderly oak trees would carve their sacred fates between the airs, arousing the nostalgic memories of imagined pasts. In this unsettled ocean [...]…

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The Augur’s Scroll: Remnant III

2008-01-21 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

A noble came to me the other day. She was adamant about being released from a turmoil she could not plainly describe. When she arrived, her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and dry; she looked as if she had not slept for days. Before she even explained her situation, she begged [...]…

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TDV 8: The Phoenix Imago

2008-01-14 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I had heard the sound of a key many times—the way it clicked when it slid into place; the way it, whether softly or quickly, depending on the hand which guided it, crashed into the perfection of angle and craftsmanship of its make. It was the sound of power; it denoted the ability of authority [...]…

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The Augur’s Scroll: Remnant II

2008-01-07 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I have seen the woman dressed in violet. She came to me, suddenly, in my mind, and devoured my intelligence of judgment. With movements soft as slow moving water, she turned me against myself, indulging my nightmares with the promiscuity of the nations. I became the choice of kings—one small piece of the so many [...]…

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TDV 7: Between The Corridors

2007-12-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

My life started to deteriorate in the absence of sensible things. I was a child, and so to me such remedies against the imaginative should never have been necessary. But when the world crashed and became the inferno of death, it could not be associated, however so sadistically, with youthful reveries. Even under the attempted [...]…

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The Augur’s Scroll: Remnant I

2007-12-23 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I witnessed the star fall in the distance. I saw how it dropped low on the horizon, disappearing beneath the ocean before curving back around and out for but an instant, then vanishing away forever. There was nothing like it; nothing could be more surreal. The wars were on my mind at that time—how strange [...]…

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TDV 6: The Bearer Of All That Can Be Felt

2007-12-17 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

Touch—I felt all ways of it. I felt light moving silk, soft fitting cotton, and elegant velvet; I knew the embrace of satin and the weave of polyester. Upon me danced the colors and shapes of the universe. Those hands that pressed and brushed against me told the tales of creation’s wisdom, and I collected [...]…

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Heartist Carnival: Remnant V

2007-12-09 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The playground of sympathetic spirits—listen to their words: Your eyelashes, I rip them out. Your eyelids, I pull them back. White fury bulging forth, black beads expanding out— No veins to carry what the heart cannot bear. Stare back, oh eyes of murder; Catch your last glimpse. Strain for moisture and for the living water [...]…

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TDV 5: The Changing Feyth (Part 1)

2007-12-03 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

I have turned against my brethren and entered a fate that cannot be altered. All that I have been taught—all that I have been trained for—is now the vessel of my retribution. My existence has become a granule glowing amongst the blackness of a lost world, and the life I once knew is but a [...]…

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Heartist Carnival: Remnant IV

2007-11-25 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The playground of sympathetic spirits—listen to their words: Be wise with all endeavors of the heart. Stand firmly against the unyielding allure of the persuasive dawn. With the stone-written beliefs of your faith, you cannot fail. And if you have none, then you have not sought deep enough into the haunting core of your existence; [...]…

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TDV 4: Gift Of The Crossroads

2007-11-19 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

As soon as I shouted into the vicinity of my home, the outlandish noises in the kitchen ceased. It was nothing more than the slight scuffle of feet, but it was disturbing beyond the sudden sinking of my heart. My breath became short and my hands trembled. I feared that whatever had made the sound [...]…

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Heartist Carnival: Remnant III

2007-11-11 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The playground of sympathetic spirits—listen to their words: VERSE I Give of your heart To the solstice of your soul, When the goblins dance And sing in soothing seething. Leave for the dead All of withered wonders past While you tread through the black with wings of retribution. CHORUS Build a castle high On rock [...]…

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TDV 3: What The Flesh Cannot Keep

2007-11-04 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The Haunter Behind Space was there when I opened the back door and stepped out into the fading light of the sun’s decent. The air was shallow, almost brittle, and I felt its coarseness claw at my lungs in breath. Around me, paleness seized the atmosphere like a fever sacks the color of flesh. The [...]…

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Halloween Greeting 2007

2007-10-31 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

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Heartist Carnival: Remnant II

2007-10-28 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The playground of sympathetic spirits—listen to their words: Be generous with all endeavors of the heart. Though the transgressions of the damned extend beyond the reaches of remorse, its cavity of fruitful gestures erases all mortiferous debt. Ask and be given, even if the dense poltergeists of decay do not have the eyes to see [...]…

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TDV 2: Becoming The Sky

2007-10-22 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

When we are, we are nothing, and when we are nothing, we are still nothing. We are the in-between, the space unkempt, and the space unseen; we are the vast and the knowing—we are the sky.” These were the words I read every night before I went to sleep in the hollowed helm of The [...]…

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Heartist Carnival: Remnant I

2007-10-12 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

The playground of sympathetic spirits—listen to their words: Be brave with all endeavors of the heart. It is your guide into the unknown and your guardian amongst the eminent. Only but its voice of unceasing song can cradle the lurid dissonance of discord. When the graves are emptied and the tombs evacuated, one resting place [...]…

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TDV 1: The Unlike Light

2007-10-07 :: M. Amanuensis Sharkchild

From the very day we first breathed the dusty air of the keep, I knew doom would plague the innocence of our souls. The sweet, effervescent smell that spread amongst us gave the horrid sensation of life when despair was its true insinuation. Hard floor beneath my feet and cool steel walls beneath my touch [...]…

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The Dark Verse

Testaments Scrawled in Hidden Places and on Nether Things

The Dark Verse


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