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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: Tales of the Amulet: Behind Me
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Saturday, September 6, 2014. Tales of the Amulet: Behind Me. 160; I was angry. 160; This was probably the seventh time in a month that the Buick took a shit. 160; And for the seventh time the car sat lifeless on the shoulder of the road, releasing its soul in the form of dirty, gray clouds floating skyward from under the hood. 160; So yeah: I was angry. The rain continued to pelt my meager covering like a barrage of water bombs. It was torrential for one minute, and an outright deluge the nex...
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 11/18/12 - 11/25/12
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012. Tales Of The Amulet - XI. Then, suddenly, the time had come. Without another moment's hesitation, Ed pushed the button. Ed sat for another minute and enjoyed his coffee with a huge, satisfied grin. It was almost time to bring in the bodies. That food was going to last him for months. Labels: Tales Of The Amulet - XI. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Subscribe in a reader. Digg, MIXX,. Here there be tigers. Reviews from all across the media universe. View my complete profile. THE AM...
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 5/20/12 - 5/27/12
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012. Tales Of The Amulet V ("Sometimes When You Wish You Were Anywhere Else). Taylor leaned languidly on his bent arm, resting his tired head on his hand. In his left, he twiddled and rolled his pencil across his fingers deftly like some kind of magician. Come one, come all! Marvel at the Terrific Taylor as he wondrously wobbles his precarious pencil twixt his dexterous digits! The lights flicked off and the steady rattle-hum of the movie projector whined to life behind him. As ol...
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 8/31/14 - 9/7/14
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Saturday, September 6, 2014. Tales of the Amulet: Behind Me. 160; I was angry. 160; This was probably the seventh time in a month that the Buick took a shit. 160; And for the seventh time the car sat lifeless on the shoulder of the road, releasing its soul in the form of dirty, gray clouds floating skyward from under the hood. 160; So yeah: I was angry. The rain continued to pelt my meager covering like a barrage of water bombs. It was torrential for one minute, and an outright deluge the nex...
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 10/28/12 - 11/4/12
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012. Tales Of The Amulet - X (The Last Halloween). Hey, Stew. wait a sec." Eric said from a few paces behind me. I stopped. Darren, too. He was even further in the lead than I was. His infamous perpetual hunger must have been dragging him by the stomach. Yeah What's going on? I asked as I turned toward Eric who had fallen back fifteen or twenty feet. Did you guys here that? Eric and I exchanged a quick glance and in eerie unison told Darren, "No.". I hear. wind. Shut the hell up!
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 9/23/12 - 9/30/12
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Friday, September 28, 2012. Tales Of The Amulet Part IX - House. The planks they seethe with ancient ire. The boards and shingles creak. With age-old dust and breath respire. With soundless words they speak. Alone it stands in solitude. Beneath the crescent moon. A soul-less life it does exude. And shouts a song-less tune. Its glassy eyes and gabled face. Stare wanly, blankly, dead. The crooked hungry staircase. Beckons to be fed. Its body sheds, its columns peel. Its weathered woods corrode. Labels: Tal...
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 8/26/12 - 9/2/12
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Friday, August 31, 2012. Tales Of The Amulet Part VIII - Purple Prose. The ancient etchings ebbed and flowed. With crimson hue they ran. Archaic glyphs and siguls showed. And brought to his knees all man. Its powers were imposing, true. Its grasp on souls complete. To those who saw, it saw them, too. And to mortal lives: defeat. Known by names throughout its time. To its creators, they knew fear. And those who followed wrote in rhyme. Of its legacy year to year. The Amulet; its modern name. Digg, MIXX,.
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 6/9/13 - 6/16/13
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013. Tales of the Amulet (Back Stories Volume I). But the knock came anyway. The pounding was so deafening and intense that it felt like it could blow the basement door of its hinges. The stairs that lead to the beast he dreaded the most: The woman he loved. Labels: Tales Of The Amulet - Back Stories Volume I. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Subscribe in a reader. Digg, MIXX,. Here there be tigers. Reviews from all across the media universe. Divine Exploitation. see for yourself. Tales Of ...
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 5/13/12 - 5/20/12
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Monday, May 14, 2012. Aaron sat at his desk. The chair was cool and oddly refreshing in the early morning atmosphere of his room. His windows were open to the Early-May breezes languidly rustling the leaves just outside, and his fan hummed on 'Low' in his south-facing window. It was never very cold. In the bedroom -it was rare that the winds changed just right to sufficiently make the air chilly-. But the chill at this particular two-twenty eight am was nearly freezing. And it set deeply in Aaron's bones.
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SOMETHING'S IN THE BASEMENT...: 7/1/12 - 7/8/12
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Sunday, July 1, 2012. Tales Of The Amulet VI: Trapped. William's life had become ceaseless torrent of bad news. One day, he was gliding high above the clouds; no worries, a happy family, and a comfortable life style. Things looked good on the horizon, and the storm clouds that built into towering, thundering maelstroms were safely in the distance. But then Hell came to William's life, and everything around him fell to pieces. Elizabeth always had the better job -or at least the better paying. Digg, MIXX,.
