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<title>Interrogation Room</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707272200/14177_interrogation-room.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707272200/14177_interrogation-room_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Interrogation Room" alt ="Interrogation Room"/></a><br//>Jake Carson already committed the crime. Detectives Dirk and Bailey just have to prove it. With the evidence piling up against him in the interrogation room, Carson has to find a way to talk himself out of being the prime suspect. As the O&#039; Talley&#039;s murder looms over his head, how can he keep from being sent away for good this time?But Jake has a plan. He already knows how the whole show will play out, leaving all for him to do is put on the performance of a lifetime. The details point out each mistake he made in preparation for his crime, but he hopes his slick words will get him out of a pinch. While the clock seems to quickly run out and the detectives become increasingly desperate to catch a murderer, will Jake Carson be able to escape the unforgiving walls of the interrogation room?]]></description>
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<title>I&amp;#039;m Sorry</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707270644/12732_im-sorry.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707270644/12732_im-sorry_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="I&#039;m Sorry" alt ="I&#039;m Sorry"/></a><br//>After thirty-one years, eleven months, two weeks, and four days of endless agony, Thomas Wingefeld must die. In the final entry of his blood-smattered diary, Wingefeld relives his crime; all those years ago, he forced Arthur to become the sacrifice. And since that day, he&#039;s never been able to escape the weight of his sin. With his death as recompense, he hopes he can show Arthur he truly is sorry.In this short story, Thomas Wingefeld comes face to face with the horror of his existence as a result of betraying his good friend Arthur. He never meant to be a liar, a monster, a heathen, but that is what he became. And with each passing day, with each lie piled on top of the other, he can only hope to die. Not for himself, but for Arthur, his angel and savior. Arthur is the sole content of absolute truth, which starkly contrasts the half and eighth and forty-elevenths truths Wingefeld and all the other beasts tell themselves to justify their sins from so long ago. And the only way to heal, to find forgiveness, is to die. He must give of himself what he forced Arthur to surrender thirty-two years ago. That way he can truly say &quot;I&#039;m sorry.&quot;]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 06:44:50 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>In Between</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707271725/11385_in-between.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707271725/11385_in-between_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="In Between" alt ="In Between"/></a><br//>Four year old Stacy Ludley just got her first imaginary friend. Or so she thinks. Feeling disregarded by her parents who have sold her best friend and stuffed walrus, Mr. Tusky, at their garage sale, she can do nothing but latch onto her new friend Sophie. But is this new friend she&#039;s found in the secret room of the house truly something in her head, or an embodiment of something more sinister?This is the first translation into English of the verse drama Germanicus by the Afrikaans poet N.P. Van Wyk Louw. The work was based on the first three chapters of the Annales of the Roman historiographer Tacitus. After the death of Emperor Augustus, his successor Tiberius&rsquo; adopted son Germanicus recoils from the cruelty inherent in imperial rule. In the end he helplessly acquiesces, finally welcoming his own death as a means of escape from the burden of empire. The drama has been considered a highlight in Afrikaans literature since its publication in 1956. Its interest lies in its amazing sweep of words, Louw&rsquo;s sense of history and his portrayal of the inevitability of the corruption inherent in power. Louw&rsquo;s great monologues dominate the debates between his main protagonists. His poetic Afrikaans had a grand eloquence that swept his audience along in a torrent of densely-argued meaning. Such conciseness offered severe challenges to the translator. Claassen&rsquo;s colloquial translation manages to capture both the essence of Louw&rsquo;s dramatic dialogues and the rhythmic cadences of the original poetry. The translator provides a lengthy Introduction, aimed at both a classical and a theatre-going readership, explaining the historical background and discussing Louw&rsquo;s interpretation of Tacitus&rsquo; narrative and the constraints under which a translator works. A brief overview of the contents of the drama&rsquo;s eight scenes is followed by a select bibliography.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2015 17:25:08 +0300</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281506/20933_vermillion.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281506/20933_vermillion_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Vermillion" alt ="Vermillion"/></a><br//>Although the war rages between the Limphelm and the Mentilm, no danger is as great as the warrior Daleli. The only half-breed between the two kingdoms, he fights and lives for his beloved Juniel alone. But with Juniel&#039;s death at the hands of the barbarous Mentilm and the Limphelm plot to assassinate him, the monster within Daleli will be unleashed, ready to wash the world with waves of blood.The Autobiography of a Granada Cat: As told to Harley White &quot;They call me Mama-cat and I answer to it, so I suppose that is my name, though it wasn&#039;t always. I was born in Andalusia, southern Spain, in Granada, an area that is hot in summer and cold in winter.&quot; So begins the picaresque, picturesque tale, true in the telling by its feline protagonist. Her lodging had been the street, along with all its dangers and discomforts, in magical Granada, whose charms were not entirely lost on this resourceful feline, even when in the throes of her own troubles. She describes the old city on the hill, with its labyrinth of narrow winding lanes, often sinister in their twists and turns, the Albaic&iacute;n&#039;s spectacular vistas and crumbling old-style Arabic abodes, full of tourists and passers-by, thieves and outcasts, bohemians, donkeys, dogs, etc. Many original full color photos and illustrations accompany the text, putting the reader into the picture as the yarn unfolds. The great affection she and the lady hold for one another rises above all and dissolves the distinctions of their species. For she also realizes herself as part of a whole web of realities of cause and effect&hellip; &ldquo;If there is any impression I would wish my autobiography to engender, with those readers who have remained throughout, it may be that there are deep dimensions of love (and spheres of its opposites) which resonate eternally&ndash; bonds of connectedness that even death cannot destroy.&rdquo;And, ultimately, the cycle continues&hellip; for, in the end, &ldquo;&hellip; the waves of life and death roll on, as they have for thousands of years and shall for thousands more &hellip;&rdquo;]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 15:06:05 +0300</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707270652/12925_the-runner.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707270652/12925_the-runner_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Runner" alt ="The Runner"/></a><br//>Trapped in an endless circle of repetition, the protagonist of this short story is caught in the middle of his own personal hell. Each revolution of the circle brings the runner clearer into the picture each time, climaxing in the crystal clear view of the horrid monster that haunts him. And just when he believes all will finally come to an end, we find that he will never leave.The protagonist, stuck in the never-ending loop of his own insanity, is tortured from within. And as the fear within him grows, his insides are torn to pieces at the ever-increasing realization that he is trapped forever in his own tortured soul.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 06:52:35 +0300</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707280718/14955_the-final-one.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707280718/14955_the-final-one_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Final One" alt ="The Final One"/></a><br//>Malen was never supposed to know the secret of the clock. Even when he saw the dark shadow within as a boy, he passed it off as mere illusion. Grandma tried to protect him, to push him away from its evil. But with Malen back at the house and Grandma no longer strong enough to thwart its darkness, will the clock&#039;s vile soul finally have salvation at the hands of Malen&#039;s doom?Who, exactly, is Jennifer Pasco?  Cancer survivor?  Retired super spy? Heroin addict living in Caliphate-occupied Britain?  None or all three?  Enter an entirely different kind of future in a short story that races from beginning to end, without a moment to catch your breath or figure out the absurdities any quicker than she does.  From the author of MacArthur&#039;s Luck, here&#039;s something completely different.  And best of all, it&#039;s free.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 07:18:07 +0300</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707271254/7885_dark-days-infected.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707271254/7885_dark-days-infected_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Dark Days: Infected" alt ="Dark Days: Infected"/></a><br//>A viral disease originating from Africa breaks out and transforms anyone it touches into a monster beyond comprehension. The virus soon spreads to the United States. As panic sweeps the nation, one man loses everything he once knew in the wake of death. As time goes on, and desperation pushes everyone to the brink, he must fight to survive the raging infection and his diminishing hope.This man&rsquo;s story brings to light not only the monsters outside, but also the monsters within. At each turn, he is pushed closer to the edge of desolation, with the rising number of infected ready to send him plummeting over it. Each survivor he meets along his journey remains as nameless as the man himself, but each one represents different hopes that seek to preserve the light that he believes has been smothered by the darkness that rages around him. But the question remains: can he stay vigilant long enough to keep from turning into the monster he so fears to become?]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 12:54:53 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Nothing Left of Engle</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281143/18390_nothing-left-of-engle.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281143/18390_nothing-left-of-engle_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Nothing Left of Engle" alt ="Nothing Left of Engle"/></a><br//>Renee Engle never expected to be bitten, to become a monster. But when five year old Jenny clamped rotten jaws onto her left wrist, the infection couldn&#039;t help but take hold. Jake couldn&#039;t understand, only able to slow the transformation as much as possible. And as the woman he loved turned into a monster from her own nightmares, there would soon be nothing left of Engle.The moon is falling. The shift is tearing apart the transportation infrastructure, and the population is stricken with &quot;moon sickness&quot; - literal lunacy.Charlotte, Lawton, and Fisk are friends. They met in a writing workshop when the news of the moon&#039;s fall was only mentioned on the late-night conspiracy shows. While lunar cults pray for the intense celestial coitus of Luna&#039;s impact with Earth, all Fisk wants is Charlotte.MOON SICK is a surreal short story by Aniko Carmean, author of MIXED MEDIA and STOLEN CLIMATEs.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 11:43:40 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Nothing to Laugh At</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707272034/13673_nothing-to-laugh-at.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707272034/13673_nothing-to-laugh-at_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Nothing to Laugh At" alt ="Nothing to Laugh At"/></a><br//>Eight years ago, John was haunted by the clown. A despicable clown that only he could see. It took everything from him then, but he managed to escape before it could take him too. Eight years later, as he sits at the caf&eacute; on the corner, it returns. Unknown to space and time and others&#039; eyes, it has come to make John choose to give up his life or uselessly run from something he can&#039;t defeat.As John runs from the hollow gaze of the ever-nearing clown, he is forced to question his importance to the clown and his very own sanity. He frantically searches for answers while knowingly sacrificing friends and loves to the demon, hoping to finally be rid of the monster that refuses to let him live in peace. He knows he&#039;s no one special, living a monotone life full of routine, but yet the clown only visible to him seems to desire him above all. This leaves John to wonder if it&#039;s possible to find a way to be rid of his foe or give up his benign existence so that the clown can finally have what it wants.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 20:34:49 +0300</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707280659/14821_bad-meat.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707280659/14821_bad-meat_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Bad Meat" alt ="Bad Meat"/></a><br//>Michael Stevens had to kill and eat those fourteen women. Their meat was too delicious, and he couldn&#039;t resist. His rampage was finally put to an end, but he avoided the death penalty. Admitted to Tersen Asylum for the past three years, he hopes to reform his cannabalistic ways. But with a vegetarian diet and a new nurse that&#039;s the exact meat he once craved, will he be able to stay in control?Off in a distance stood a dark desolate castle in north-western Ireland full of mystery and macabre known as Castle Drac Von Stoller.  Anyone that would dare talk bad about the castle would later come up missing without a trace. Costume parties were held at the castle where ballroom dancing would also take place. Legend has it that Count Drac Von Stoller impaled the great Wizard Estavan and just as the Count was about to sink his teeth into the Wizard&#039;s neck the Wizard pulled his magic wand out of his cloak and a beam of light shot through the wand into the mirror standing in the corner. Estavan the Wizard said as he was gasping his last breathe on the impaling stake. &quot;Count for what you&#039;ve done to me I curse you to the mirror where you will remain for all eternity unless you can find thirteen virgin maiden&#039;s impale them and suck every drop of their precious blood from their bodies. If you fail the mirror will be your final resting place, you only have one chance to lift the curse.&rdquo;]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 06:59:55 +0300</pubDate>
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