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Whence and whither, Zoma?Wendell
Wendell: A PremiseAt what point are the lines drawn between two concepts? What separates man from beast? Love from lust? Genius from insanity?Wendell: A Premise
As a famous graphic novelist, Felix Haydn literally draws those lines every day. A young prodigy, his first comic book became an automatic cult smash, and since then he’s earned quite the cult following. His manager, Paisley Decker, tells him every day that he’s the best thing to happen to entertainment since Quentin Tarantino. Companies love him. Fans adore him.
But he is not who he seems.
Twenty-two year old Wendell Carmen has been using the pseudonym Felix Haydn since
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Wendell: PrologueWendell Prologue - Friday March 23, 2012Wendell: Prologue
Perhaps it is the way the light is hitting the door’s sleek, metallic surface. Maybe it is the constant ticking of the clock on the wall. Could it be the fly buzzing near his ear? Or the humming of cool air rushing through the vents? Whatever it is, it is making Paisley Decker hate being in his own office. His chestnut eyes flit over every bit of furniture in the room, resting finally on the empty chair directly across from him on the other side of his large desk.
Maybe that is what it is. Is it that the chair has no occupant? That the fine leather seat is still empty aft
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Wendell: "Untitled" IntroWendellWendell: "Untitled" Intro
Untitled by Felix Haydn
I wonder if my life is a lie. I want it to be a lie.
Labels would call what I have perfection. Little children dream every day of becoming the celebrity that I am. Both men and women have thrown themselves at me. And I've made millions doing what I love.
Fame. Fortune. Success.
Perfection?
That has to be a lie. There's no such thing as perfection.
So I've had my doubts. And I've learned to make my life a lie.
You are reading the work of someone known as Felix Haydn. Though people have sc
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Wendell 1: March 6 Pt 1 of 2Wendell 1 - Sunday March 6, 2011 (Part 1/2) All things considered, Wendell Carmen had had a good day.Wendell 1: March 6 Pt 1 of 2
He sat in bed, naked save for a pair of wrinkled black slacks two sizes too large, the white sheets crumpled around his pale and scrawny figure. A leather-bound book lay open in his lap, and he held a dull pencil between two long fingers. His grey eyes peered at the blank pages as he slowly thumbed through them, wondering what he could possibly occupy the empty space with. Wendell knew he wasn’t obligated to fill these pages with anything, but after a moment of awkwardly scratching the stubble on his
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Gargoyle
Gargoyle 1-1GARGOYLE Part I: The InceptionGargoyle 1-1
Chapter 1
“Hannah, slow down.”
She wanted to. Very badly. Her sweaty palms tightly gripped the thick handlebars of the motorcycle while she willed the tired old machine to speed up. Her blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of goggles, narrowed at the road before her as she streaked down a long concrete tunnel, the humming lights from the ceiling giving their surroundings a reddish tint. The wind roared in her ears and strands of her long black hair escaped her ponytail to whip around her face. She was uncomfortable, struggling to control the bike and her fears. S
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Gargoyle 1-2GARGOYLE Part I: The InceptionGargoyle 1-2
Chapter 2
Hannah’s sights locked on the man at the end of the tunnel, on the gun pointed at them and the red glare of the lights above that reflected off its barrel. She instinctively tensed. Who is that!? What’s he doing!? What’s he after!? Hannah thought she knew, and she was afraid.
Then she heard the echoing blast of gunfire, and she yelped in panic as the shot impacted the bike’s front wheel. It blew out, exploding into shreds of hot rubber in an instant.
We’re going to die! Hannah’s mind screamed.
There was
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Gargoyle 2-1GARGOYLE Part II: The SpecimenGargoyle 2-1
Chapter 1
The sun set behind the low clouds, casting an aureate light that momentarily overwhelmed the grey of the week's stormy weather. Below in the darkening city, cars rushed past one another and pedestrians made their way home for the night, stopping every now and then to wait for their turn to cross the streets.
Jonathan Sicari could see them all; he saw the mothers and fathers leading their children away from the toy store windows, all the teenagers rushing home to meet curfew, all the lovers clasping hands as they made their way to wherever the wind took them.
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Lament to LokiHe’s still with Brooke; sighs in her sleep, tiny tiger snuggled deep, cradled safe where cuddles keep.Lament to Loki
Tears spilled not to wash away her bright-eyed boy; just keep at bay the yearning selfish ache to hold her Loki warm for one more day.
In shadowed rooms I hear that wheeze and close my eyes to briefly seize his precious presence as it flees.
Her shoulder still his favored perch, ever green his gaze, successful in his valiant search Devotion Pure he gladly gave, with Boundless, Blinding Trust and in return, in life received, wha
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Wendell 6: April 1 Pt 1 of 2Wendell 6 – Friday April 1, 2011 (Part 1/2)Wendell 6: April 1 Pt 1 of 2
“You’re smiling.”
“Is that a problem?”
“On a convention day? Could be,” Decker snickered. “It’s weird, is all, and a little creepy. Should I be worried?”
Wendell, his portfolio nestled in the crook of his arm, took that moment to fall silent and let the mystery settle in the air of the large elevator. He began tinkering with the zipper of his case full of artwork with a haughty smirk. Beside him Decker’s grin faded, but he didn’t press the issue.
Their rooms had been book
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Gargoyle 2-5GARGOYLE Part II: The SpecimenGargoyle 2-5
Chapter 5
The operation had been run so smoothly, so perfectly, that the last thing Bade expected that night was chaos.
The sense of tranquility enveloping him in the silent hall outside of Jonathan’s office had been completed by the presence of his hypnotized boy. The dead weight of Donovan’s small hand in his firm gloves offered a sort of security that aided in soothing Bade’s nerves. He found himself looking down fondly into the child’s face and thinking that perhaps comfort was waiting for him. He had a promise to honor and Jonathan’s per
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Gargoyle 2-4GARGOYLE Part II: The SpecimenGargoyle 2-4
Chapter 4
Jonathan Sicari couldn’t take his eyes off the golden handle of his office’s entryway. Behind these great oak doors, he knew, rested what he had been waiting for. All he had to do now was open them. It was so easy. Just open the door.
Perhaps that’s why he couldn’t do it.
He was alone, except for Bade, who stood silently behind him, the hypnotized and blank-faced boy he had arrived with gripping his hand. Bade’s expression was one of mild disappointment, as if he felt Jonathan shouldn’t be doing this but didn’
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