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08-13-2009, 03:47 PM
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Episode 49: The Man Of Letters
Download Episode 49: The Man Of Letters
TheDarkVerse.com iTunes The Dark Verse, Volume I hardcover book is available at SharkchildsRemains.com as well as on Amazon.com! Excerpt: Words were my masters. Their colloquial voices chattered in my mind, enlivening an unconventional form of command. They had agendas and hate and disgust, all of which brought about a tumultuous ocean of demands within my head, so vast that I drifted upon it as weathered wreckage—for I was but an insignificant muse bent to the will of these illustriously literate germs of my thoughts. Their deeds were mischievous and wicked, and although their actions could be assigned to nothing but my ownership, I knew their origin was not native to my existence. They were foreign; they were toxic. And in making tangible through writing their iniquitous flare, such intense, ravenous desire was conjured within me. I so desperately wished to banish their sinister saturation, but I was a slave to the feelings and erotica of their master-play. These creatures of my mind coveted the writing of letters. With their incredible prowess of locution, they could bend circumstance—even life. Through my hand and the simple ink upon a pen, they could sculpt diabolical imageries, demented emotions, and jarring, torturing revelations. To the reader they were just words, and to me they were just words, but to the universe of things visible and not, sensible and insane, these markings that traveled from the holes of realms to mind and mind to hand and hand to paper were—in their perfect collection—unimaginable hexes. And so as the mind’s eyes of these letters’ recipients placed the words together, recreating them in thought, the workings of a dark, dark magic were birthed. 
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#82
08-27-2009, 11:35 AM
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Episode 50: The Concomitant
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TheDarkVerse.com iTunes The Dark Verse, Volume I hardcover book is available at SharkchildsRemains.com as well as on Amazon.com! Excerpt: I was an ancient navigator. My mission was to collect data from the universe and pass it on into the vibrations of existence—stars, planets, moons, meteors—where there it would be embedded for the millions of years it would take until its presence reached an entity worthy enough to be susceptible to its slight, but powerful influence. What I did, I did out of reason—reason for understanding. What I learned, I learned to be a pollinator of evolution. My mission was endless. I carried it out from within a spherical ship that soared through the distances of space. This home, and shell, enslaved me to life; just as my mission was endless, so was my life. I had been in the ship for so long that I could not recall even the most miniscule of memories preceding its launch or beginning. There was nothing I remembered except what I saw and felt: a round chamber of pinkish flesh surrounding me and fluctuating with the energy of propulsion; a chair that I sat upon made of the chamber’s same flesh that connected to my body, channeling nutrients and extracting waste; a panel of controls, known and used by me to direct the ship to the boundaries of the universe—even unto its ends as they further created upon themselves; a portal of visibility, lining the center of the circumference of the chamber; and knowledge—the intricate map of space that I unwrapped and then wrote upon into the grains of matter where the chance of discovery may later be probable.
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#83
08-27-2009, 12:47 PM
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We should exchange review PDFs, old sport.
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Horror and Bizarro novelist and editor
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09-01-2009, 10:29 PM
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09-10-2009, 11:53 AM
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Episode 51: No More Resistance
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TheDarkVerse.com iTunes The Dark Verse, Volume I hardcover book is available at SharkchildsRemains.com as well as on Amazon.com! Facebook.com/Sharkchild Excerpt: I taped her entire body with thick, clear packing tape—every inch. I taped her fingers and toes to one another. I taped her legs together and her arms to her sides. I ran tape from her head to her shoulders, locking it in place. Her eyes were taped open; her mouth was taped shut; her ears were taped closed. Then I wrapped her over and over with the transparent tape, confining her within an immuring, mummy-like cocoon. Each wrap was a test of my strength—forceful and unmerciful—leaving not the smallest gap within the spaces of her imprisonment; there was no chance that she could have even moved a follicle of hair. The only vestige of this woman left unbridled was her nose, so that she could tap into air and remain alive. It flared and retracted violently, but I did not mind this movement. Resistance, for this poor woman, was no more. There was nothing she could use to stifle my actions—not her movements, not her emotion, not her voice. I could crack a plank of wood across her, pour scalding water over her, or cut her into pieces and she would not even flinch. She was but a block of life—nothing more than a tree, frozen and unable to react to the dangers that befell her. This was my Mistress Doll Number One.
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#87
09-24-2009, 09:32 PM
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Episode 52: When Eyes Have Seen Too Much
Download Episode 52: When Eyes Have Seen Too Much
TheDarkVerse.com iTunes The Dark Verse, Volume I hardcover book is available at SharkchildsRemains.com as well as on Amazon.com! Facebook.com/Sharkchild Excerpt: My squad and I were at the end of our assignment. A brigade of three heavily armored vehicles and twenty-four exhausted, anxious men raced through the canyon of Nazlit. Dust churned behind us in wellsprings of the fleeting memories we hoped to leave behind. If the mind could have held its thoughts as lungs contained breath, we would have clenched out those menacing jesters of contemplation until the journey was through—for the road was long before us. Even the reverie and hope of being home was too much a torment. All we wanted was the sound of rubber on road and the wind of movement. Surrounding us, red rock ascended to the heavens, enslaving us to a route of unruly exit. The sky was daunting, hanging above in an incredible intangibleness—it appeared to be the covering of a distant country not connected to our own. “Halt!” Captain Tershery’s voice boomed and echoed throughout the canyon. The three vehicles stopped. I was in the last. “Skillins, what is that?” the captain asked of the first in command beside him who wore binoculars around his neck. I did not need any enhancements to see that something was coming towards us on the road ahead. It waddled, and it was no more the size of a man, but it was not man.
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#88
09-24-2009, 09:57 PM
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The Dark Verse, Volume I was given a greater review than I could have ever asked for from Fatally-Yours.com!
http://www.fatally-yours.com/horror-...is-sharkchild/
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#89
10-02-2009, 11:29 AM
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From the Passages of Revenants (The Dark Verse, Volume I) is on SALE! Unsigned Copy: $17.99 Signed Copy: $21.99 FREE Shipping NO Sales Tax Special ends at midnight on October 31st
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#90
10-08-2009, 04:17 PM
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Episode 53: The First Innovation
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TheDarkVerse.com iTunes Become my fan: Facebook.com/Sharkchild Excerpt: If the stars were maps of history, then my heart would have been their maker. If there were a way to look within the earliest light still traveling upon the edges of the universe, then my face would have been the subject there discovered. Bittersweet were the eons of my life. *** In my first memory, I was but an idea—a germ of thought traveling the endless roads of realms intangible and unspeakable where both colossal and minuscule entities roamed without substantial shape or purpose; the only purpose, if even at all, was to everlastingly be. The sizes of things varied, but not by any visible measurements; the hierarchy of existence was a computation of reason within the boundaries and scope of will—what made more decisions, if any, and what acted effectively on those decisions? I was more of a virus, but unlike a virus that would destroy its host, I sought out to change it with the incredible power of suggestion. I sought to inhabit an entity worthy of the resources I required so that I might release what I held: innovation. I was the First Innovation—a robust malfunction floating in a chaotic system of purposelessness with a purpose that before me did not exist. When I latched upon the entity capable of my inspiring toxins—an indiscernible mountain of being—the innovation ingrained within me came to life and set in motion an awful and instantaneous effect: the creation of physicality.
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