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Wendell
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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Wendell 1: March 6 Pt 2 of 2Wendell 1 - Sunday March 6, 2011 (Part 2/2)Wendell 1: March 6 Pt 2 of 2
From his position, a booth in the farthest corner of the Japanese restaurant, Wendell had a perfect view of the front entrance. Unfortunately he also had a perfect view of the circular clock on the wall above the hostess podium, and he glared hatefully as the seconds tick-tocked away. Decker’s late, he thought, pulling off his jacket and lying it on the seat beside him.
He couldn’t understand it. He felt irritated yet sedated, annoyed but apathetic. Maybe sleep still clung to him, in spite of several extra hours of slumber. Wendell could think of no other cause to
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Wendell 2: March 9 Pt 1 of 1Wendell 2 – Wednesday March 9, 2011 (Part 1/1)Wendell 2: March 9 Pt 1 of 1
Guess it didn’t take long to brush off the idea of daily journals, what with my birthday indulgences completely engrossing me until about five hours ago. It only takes that long for me to miss having a pen in my hand anyway, but my yearly traditions tend to distract me like that. Even Paisley’s infuriating manipulations from Sunday were forgotten for a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still pissed about having to appear at a convention hall packed with drooling crowds of comic book retards and their obnoxious obsessions with all things ridiculous.
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Wendell 3: March 10 Pt 1 of 1Wendell 3 – Thursday March 10, 2011 (Part 1/1)Wendell 3: March 10 Pt 1 of 1
Change doesn’t happen overnight and I couldn’t bring myself to force it. Cutting off my alcohol all at once seemed ridiculously stupid, since the least I could do was finish the more expensive luxuries in my cupboards. I did, however, recognize the need to pace myself slowly and it wasn’t difficult. I said before I’m not an alcoholic. I think I’m just a drunk. I can help myself where addicts can’t.
And as long as I was cleaning myself up, I thought, I should clean my surroundings. I got to work almost immediately, wiping and washing eve
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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 overwhelmed the grey of the day'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’s foggy windows, all the teenagers rushing home through the grimy streets to meet curfew, all the lovers clasping hands as they made their way to whe
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Gargoyle 2-3GARGOYLE Part II: The SpecimenGargoyle 2-3
Chapter 3
As Bade had predicted, what was once a light sprinkle was now reaching hurricane proportions. The too-often flashes of lightning accompanied roars of thunder, and rain cascaded from the thick blanket of clouds to crash into the flooding streets, which became more like rivers with every minute. Any other evening, Bade would have allowed himself the distraction of it all; much could be said, he knew, for how his foresight of this storm’s progression well symbolized his nocturnal operation. But his current focus stuck on his master’s prize prisoner, sitting across
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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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