December 2012
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The River.
The River Story by: Wes Smith “You still hear rumors about the river, whispers that echo the halls of St Thomas High to this day. I still get chills when I think about the first time I heard the story.” The moon shone brightly and gave the river a silver shimmer, that night. It was a humid september...
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Sail
Sail, by Awolnation.
Sail!
This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Sail!
Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself (myself)
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Maybe I’m a different breed
Maybe I’m not...
November 2012
5 posts
Skin graft.
This place smells like cheap sex and formaldehyde.
She looked me deep in the eyes telling me;
” this thing is suicide.”
New skin for a burn victim
She didn’t even glance in her rear view after hitting him.
The sad thing is this isn’t where the story ends.
It’s the beginning to a beautiful piece of ugliness.
I choke as I confess
I’m addicted to the...
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Fear of heights.
From the ground its easy to look up at a summit, full of promise, and feel a sense unlimited prospect from reaching new heights. As a species humans are always looking to ascend, to have irrefutable evidence of self improvement.
We had to find a way to mark the flow of time, something that is always moving, shifting and changing. Something that slips...
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Mnemonic Condition.
Mnemonic Condition Story By: Wes Smith Daylight cuts through the grey carbon window slats as they pivot open. The only source of light breaking up the darkness of the simple apartment. Motors buzz and hum as an automated program sets every piece of the apartment in motion. The...
October 2012
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The Deadline
An old rotary phone rings loudly demanding attention, but gets none. Between rings a constant mechanical clack of a typewriter can be heard. The return carriage occasionally adding an exclamation mark. The phone finally gives up, while the typing continues and an ash tray smolders with the heat of a fresh cigarette butt. A bald thin man, in his late fifties leans back from his Remington...
Time is money
It is funny how much they run parallel with one another, time and money that is.
It never feels like you have enough.
You can share it or spend it alone.
You can lose track of it or end up misplacing it.
You can count on it always being around, but not always for you.
It can slip away if you don’t keep an eye on it.
You can spend your whole life focused on it, instead of living.
Or...
September 2012
5 posts
Their is something romantic...
Their is something romantic about a train. Something so seductive about the passing cars promising to take you far away from the mundane. The places it been and has of the opportunity to be.
It feels so much more organic and human than cars or planes, the rhythmic clicking down the tracks mimicking a pulse. The way steel moans and flexes under stress, mirroring our own...
The rat race.
It is far too easy to be sucked into this thing. The familiar dance steps that make up our daily lives, what start as a graceful dance becomes a sleepwalk. Only to wake up and see how fast things change when we are not looking.
It is important to learn when to slow things down and step back for a moment. I am especially weak to getting tunnel vision and missing things that pass by...
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My tattered black sweater.
When I was 16 I had this hoodie, one of the cheap black zip up ones you get at like target or k-mart. I loved the stupid thing.
Being a young adolescent boy I had a immature sense of humor. I remember cutting small eye holes in the back of the hood so i could flip it over my face to make a friend laugh. From constant nervous picking at the cuffs, they became frayed. Needless to say...
August 2012
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This thing might save my life.
Last night I went on a rampage, I sat down and did hours of writing and got a lot accomplished.
It occurred to me, this desire can either save me or damn me. I can put my heart and soul into what I write, but that doesn’t pay the bills or get me a raise at my unrelated job. On the other hand I almost jumped at the opportunity to do something that would bring in more...
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My top 5 comic artists (influences)
The other day the question was posed to me who were my favorite / most influential comic artists growing up. Art is so subjective so I will base this merely on impact on me growing up. I also would like to state that I am a huge fan of art in general and over the years my tastes have change and also expanded.
Here is my humble little list of...
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Kerosene and scars
She died with lies in her veins Fist wrapped around a cheap bottle of champagne
How many lies are you going to take to your grave
I keep the grudges that I harbor chain linked in. Like an rabid animal they threaten to be my end
She tried to catch happiness in a jar But the glass broke and left her with scars, Instead of fond memories. She lifted her wrists and blamed the scars on me.
I turn up...
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Sunny with a slight chance of brain storms.
I’m sweaty, my clothes are sticking to me and my body is depleted thanks to the overwhelming august heat. My mind on the other hand is still running a marathon. It has been an on going theme as of late. It feels as though I have sprung a leak of thoughts and cant write them down fast enough to keep a few from slipping between my fingers.
This is more than likely...
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So long Joe..
It’s a sad day when we lose a creative legend such as Joe Kubert. He passed away on Sunday august the 12th. It’s times like this that tend to give you that feeling that a great void is left in the loss of somebody that contributed so much to comics and art.
Personally, I remember seeing ads for Joe’s school in the back of diffrent comics i read...
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Axe Cop: President of the world.
I picked this comic up the other day after passing it over a few times before. The title and premise alone peaked my interest, but what got me to make a special trip just to snatch it up before It disappeared was the writing.
Axe Cop was the creation of artist Ethan Nicolle ( 31 years old ) and writer Malachai Nicolle ( 8 years old ). Don’t get me...
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July 2012
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Convention blues
Pow. Bam. thwap.
The internet deliverd a gut punch to me recently. It was in the form of news about Wonder-Con. I had heard the rumor from of friend only to do some digging and find confermation, Wonder-Con may stay in southern california. Bummer.
I read an artical that deviled into the logistics of it which basiclly boiled down to.. wait for it.....
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Dream big.
Words that did not fall on on def ears tonight.
I have been tormented about some hard choices lately. when i was reminded of a simple and somewhat cliche grouping of words. It does not change the validity of the fact that we should ever for get to not only dream big but to reach for those dreams.
From the moment i picked up a comic from a drugstore news rack as a...
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Plot holes and ewoks.
The vogue thing over the past week or so has been to bash The Dark Knight Rises’ flaws. You can’t go very far on the Internet with out tripping over something somebody noticed or has an opinion on how they could have made this scene or that scene better.
The reactions from the movie in general are mixed, and i don’t blame a lot of people for...
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How mighty is the pen
I want to preface this by saying the recent events in aurora are tragic and horrible. Its so tragic that these people were blind sided by something as terrible as what happened in that theater.
I also feel angry that the stigma that was once closely tied with comics being a bad influence may gain some traction once again. Its a a niche medium that is fragile enough, and also fought...
fighting sheep.
Its too late… I should be in bed but I’m here.
I’m working on like 3-4 mini projects at the same time and its actually working out well. When i feel like I need to step away from one thing i just work on another.
Id love to at some point flesh out a fable, I love the classic aesop fables. I think their is something really intriguing about work that not...
Taking the plunge.
So, I did it.
I set up an account here despite my current dislike ( to put it mildy ) of social media. I’ve been swayed to do so in the hopes of becoming a better writer and getting some of my jumbled bizarre thoughts out to people I would have otherwise would have never e-met.
I’ve really had a sour taste in my mouth from social media and the over saturation of mind...
