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On Writing And Constructive Criticism
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HULK: Let No Such Man Be Trusted
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A Man Called Mongrel #1
"And Leave The Rest To Heaven"
By Derrick Ferguson
"The Lossiu family suffers from a genetic disorder unique to them. It strikes the males in their family and causes them to suffer from a rapid and horribly painful and lingeringly hideous death that brings on insanity before the end comes. In symptoms it greatly resembles Crimean Congo hemorrhagic fever. There's acute nausea, horrific headaches followed by bleeding of the internal organs and underneath the skin. All accompanied by frightening hallucinations and the feeling that ones nerve endings are being soaked in acid. Lossiu men had been known to kill themselves in the first stages of the disease rather than endure its ravages. Joseph showed me recordings made of the few family members who have endured the full stages of the illness." Sylvester shuddered. "I've seen some things in my time, Mongrel…but those images are ones I'll never forget. And they touched me. Joseph asked for my help in finding a cure for his family and I said I'd help."
"When does this family curse strike? What age? Under what circumstances?"
Sylvester shook his head. "It's a strange disease…it can strike at any time and sometimes it will even skip some male members and go on to others. It's a disease that has haunted the Lossiu family for close to two hundred years. I have to admit, I was flattered when Joseph asked me to help. I thought it would be another extraordinary triumph for the great Sylvester Henderson."
Rebecca squeezed his hand. "There's no shame in you wanting to help out a friend. Your father and I raised you boys to put your talents and skills to the service of others. If this Lossiu boy thought you could help then it was your duty to do so."
"I'm guessing that your finding a cure for the Lossiu family backfired?" Mongrel asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Mongrel, backfired isn't the word for it..." Shadestalker #11
“Roses and Thorns” Rivalry Part II
By James Queally
Reggie Evans couldn't resist the urge to look over his shoulder. He had a sneaking suspicion that something or someone from his past would be there. Thankfully, he found the space between him and the sidewalk was devoid of anything but shadow. Normally, that would have been fine for Reggie, but normally wasn't a word that he used often these days.
His suspicions fell by the wayside as a police car tore down the street, sirens blaring and lights flashing. The crowd of people he was lurking amongst found themselves bathed in alternating layers of blue and red light. Reggie didn't lift his head up to see where the cars were headed, nor did he ponder the kind of chaos they were surely getting themselves into. He was content with staring at the tar black stains on the sidewalk and wondering how they got there.
It's probably just a supers' battle anyway.
Reggie's head snapped back from the thought. The sudden jerking motion drew attention from the crowd of cell-phone abusing urbanites around him. One man in a long brown coat cocked an eyebrow in his direction, while a tragically obese woman who was sporting a purple pants-suit snorted and shook her head.
"Lady, if I was you, I'd lay off the arrogant looks. They expose your chins, all three of them."
posted by Jason Kenney Sunday, April 17, 2005 -
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| Wednesday, April 06, 2005 |
Artifice Comics - http://www.artificecomics.com
The Inevitable #5
Rivalry Part I
By C. William Russette
Pollock Riston was a beast of a man in size and demeanor. Standing over six foot six and carrying the bulking musculature one would see on a professional wrestler made capturing Riston a challenge for the crew. Jack Casso gave the order to bring him to the basement of Veils, one of Casso's erotic dancing parlors. Eligio ‘Eli' Framo, a short but stocky member of Casso's crew had been seconds from electrocuting the giant Riston to death with a taser. Only the presentation of Salvatore Addazio's shotgun had reminded Eli that the crew Capo, Jack Casso, had given explicit instructions to bring in the target alive. The Capo's name had calmed the killer instinct of Eli. A former crew member had failed to follow instructions once. Casso's reaction was burned into the remainder of the crew's memory.
"Again," Sal Addazio said.
Riston was duct taped to a metal chair that had been bolted to the floor. His mouth was covered with more of the tape, his huge arms bound from wrist to elbow. He had struggled, and did still, but his strength was fading. Riston's green eyes were aflame with hatred for his captors. Achille Turrito, amateur knife fighter stepped forward and carved an X into Riston's bald head. Riston did not scream but stared through the knife fighter.
"You feel like talkin yet?" Sal asked.
Riston fired two muffled words that Sal had no problem understanding.
"Why don't you just let me handle him?" Eli asked from his damp, cement corner snuffing out his second cigarette in ten minutes.
"Because yer gonna kill him, Eli," Achille said examining his handiwork.
posted by Jason Kenney Sunday, April 03, 2005 -
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| Saturday, February 12, 2005 |
Artifice Comics - http://www.artificecomics.com
Artifice Comics In Depth. An Interview With Jason Kenney.
Matt Pierce talks with Artifice Comics co-EiC Jason Kenney about what Artifice is, where it's been and where it's going.
Matt Pierce: First off, Jason, in a day and age of story arcs, trade paperbacks and jumping on points, comics readers are given several opportunities to break into a new title they've heard of from the net or word of mouth or what have you. Fanfiction in general doesn't have this and relies heavily on the characters and likenesses to 'hook' new readers. Now Artifice may seem at a disadvantage since there is no apparent likenesses and no jump on points. So for the uninformed, what IS Artifice Comics?
Jason Kenney: Ah, geez, start with the big questions early...
MP: We take no prisoners. And no, you can't use that as your answer.
JK: Artifice Comics is a takes no prisoners approach to comic prose. : -)
posted by Jason Kenney Saturday, February 12, 2005 -
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| Sunday, February 06, 2005 |
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Artifice Comics - http://www.artificecomics.com
The newest installment of Mysteria is now available at Artifice Comics, brought to you by Robert Flynn and Jason S. Kenney. And be sure to check out the "Best Of Artifice Contest" at the forums where you can win all sorts of stuff and help us pick the best stories we've produced!
Mysteria #11
"Coping Strategies"
By Robert Flynn and Jason S. Kenney
"I'm afraid I have a confession to make," said Crowley as he lit his cigarette, taking a large drag and blowing it towards the ceiling of Burke Manor.
"Then there is a church down the road," said Alfonse, still immobile against his own wishes.
"Cheeky," said Crowley with a smirk and a pinch of Alfonse's cheek. "But I ain't looking for forgiveness here." Crowley turned and walked towards the blood again. "Nope, this is strictly business. Or, more specifically, how this," he nodded towards the blood, "isn't my business."
Crowley sighed and looked over his shoulder to Alfonse.
"I never told Vicky this, but I met her mother once. More importantly, I met her half-sister."
posted by Jason Kenney Sunday, February 06, 2005 -
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AC is pleased to present the newest issue of Shadestalker by James Queally. Hey, while you're at the site, be sure to check out the "Best Of Artifice Contest" at the forums where you can win all sorts of stuff and help us pick the best stories we've produced!
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Shadestalker #8
“Drowning Effect” (Higher Ground Part 3 of 5)
by James Queally
Reggie Evan's body was an anthology of pain, an encyclopedia on every aspect of the word hurt. His physical frame was in shambles; a torrent of lacerations ran viciously from his shoulder blades to his pelvic area, stopping abruptly at the grotesque wound in his right quadriceps. The black spire impaling his leg stood erect like a flagpole, a testament to Shadow Wraith’s victory. The beast itself was standing over him, occasionally making a rhythmic gurgling noise. Reggie decided that it must have been breathing. It looked to Coda with a feral reverence, like a proud lion humbled by the leader of its pride. The monstrosity didn’t appear to be exactly fond of Coda, but it wasn’t going to take any chances by being disrespectful. It had appeared to be gloating when Reggie had first fallen to the asphalt in a bloody heap, now it stood at attention, patiently awaiting its master’s next request. Unfortunately, the only person Coda was requesting something from was Reggie, and he was requesting the impossible.
It’s time to make your choice.
posted by Jason Kenney Sunday, January 16, 2005 -
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