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the Shadowman I saw movement in the corner of my eye as something stirred in the dark corridor.  It was a silhouette in the umbra; a shadow within the shadows, almost formless and lithe.  It moved silently.  I followed it down the walkway and up the stairs.  There, at the end of the hall, the shadow man faced me. I'm on the balls of my feet, and expertly it matched my movement.  I stalked in, fear pushing me forward in the desperate animal need to destroy all that I don’t understand; because men fear what we don’t understand.  And I don’t understand shadow folk tiptoeing around in my house. &#

Intro of "The Damned City"______________________________________ by: John-Reuben A. Milton You don’t see it.  Do you?   Your dull human eyes are too blind to see.  You can’t hear it, either.  You can’t hear, because human beings will not hear anything besides the thunder of their own self important thoughts, vague assumptions colliding together within their soft and hollow heads.   So you are blind and deaf, and reason seems to escape you.  I wonder why God created you.  Why He made you just a little lower than the flying maniacs and their wretched kin?  Humanity runs amuck, killing e

I want to stop feeling like I’m supposed to be special.  I want to let go of the notion that I’m born to be some kind of a hero, or some kind of saint.  I ain’t Superman.  I must think that I am, but I’m not, and the proof came flying at me like magic knives floating on a dark breeze.  I dreamed that my sister was in danger.  I dreamed that she was in trouble and -somehow- only I could help her.  She sat with me, asleep in the uncomfortable chair at the foot of the bed, huddled beneath a ragged blanket in that dark and dismal little antiseptic smelling room.  I sat up in my bed, pulled the countless fluid giving -life

Pride Before The Fall Xian stood carefully.  He danced skillfully on the heel and toes and almost seemed to coax the teacher into his sphere of movement.  K’tanga smiled.  He nodded as if accepting the invitation to the dance and began to close the space between them.  The huge man feigned a kick, but the student didn’t go for it.  He threw his right elbow, stepped into it with every bit of his two hundred and ninety pounds.  Xian blocked it with his left forearm, the impact resounded throughout the room like the crack of lightning in a storm.  The pain was immense.  Xian felt the ulna splinter under the power of the teacher&rsqu