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    A Matter of Taste

    thecalimack commented on QuinnDK's story chapter in A Matter of Taste

    I could learn so much from you. The writing was phenomenal and I cant wait for more.
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    Moving On

    thecalimack posted new chapter in Moving On

    Alone, in my childhood home, I rummaged through the remnants of my past as the radio station spoke of the anniversary of a brutal incident. "For ten years, the mysterious fire that had plagued our town has continued to baffle investigators. Just a year after the case was opened, it was closed, the result truly believed to be an incident with electricity or one of their lamps. The family made use of candles and oil lamps, so viewing it as a dreaded tragedy was..." I sifted through the old pap
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    Moving On

    thecalimack posted a story in Fiction

    "Must be nice being back, huh?" I looked over my shoulder, and the radio sat there on the ground, a little red light glaring at me. "Ten years, and the prodigal son returns to the scene of the crime."
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    Actually, the talisman was supposed to imply temporary silencing of spells. Like a flash grenade messes with yer senses. And I'm glad you're enjoying this story.
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    It was mid-morning when Arden woke. When he went down for breakfast, Sven passed him two envelopes. One was a letter from the Duke, expressing his sincerest apologies and a future audience. Another was the permit Arden had left behind that would make his operations valid. Along with that was a note that said they would cover tax charges, seeing as Arden’s space was already owned by Sven, who was on-the-dot with paying taxes. Arden wasn’t sure how legal that was, but he was a bit too strung up to
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    "What did he just say?" Noel looked up from his book and saw Nathan braced on their table in the booth, ready to launch himself at the offender. "Let it go, Nathan. He just called us faggots." "No one calls my boy a faggot." Nathan gritted his teeth. As an off-duty Marine, he didn't take that kind of shit from anybody. That wasn't an affectionate 'faggot' call; it was a hiss, a derisive remark that would earn the poor bastard a new set of dentures. "Babe, wait here. I'm gonna give him a piec
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    I'm glad you think so. I wanted to keep things vague but relatable. I have to give credit to my editors/beta-readers for helping me make things clearer and realizing my aim early on.
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    I'm not even sure what mental illness I used, because this is sort of a confession. I dragged imaginary friends until I got into college. And my family don't believe in therapy. Like how we pray the gay away. WHOOO!
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    Glad you feel that way, though I could have gone with a better summary for the story. I'm glad you took a chance.
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    Glad you feel that way, though I could have gone with a better description. I'm glad you took a chance.
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    Hey, I'm just glad you helped me edit this thing in the first place. I wrote it since high school and you helped me re-heat it. Like leftover lasagna. And you deserve as much credit as I do, Valkyrie.
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    Oh joy oh joy! My work. I feel (somewhat) accomplished.
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    We sat down on a bench in the park, enjoying the cool breeze as the sun set. The leaves were dancing all around us as they swayed and glided to the ground. The entire place was painted with the leaves—hues of crimson, orange, and gold making a vivid display on the trees and the earth. I appreciated his company. He was always there for me, since I was a little kid until even now as I just celebrated my twentieth birthday. His brown hair, usually let down to just graze the nape of his neck, was t
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    Your thoughts are always your own. That's what makes letting go so hard.
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    Thank you! It took me a long while to find a name for a guide to gay relationships. )
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    Thanks for the remarks! I was worried about it, actually. Reading over it, I realized how rushed I must have been writing this.
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    I honestly am not so sure how other fantasy books handle their world-building. I kinda skim over it and just follow examples. Haven't had a chance to hunt down an editor for this series, though, so that's a trial. And I'm glad you see my characters as diverse. I plan to flip them around in turmoil like a sadist. Mwagaghahaha!
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    I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself. This is something I'm striving to polish on my own, since I don't have an editor at hand.
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    Prologue

    thecalimack commented on Carlos Hazday's story chapter in Prologue

    This feels like my own mother.
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    CHAPTER 5: Drawing the Line Arden tended to the people and even made a few daytime house calls the next three weeks. He wasn't sure how but he never crossed paths with the Knight-Commander. He suspected Roland had something to do with it but he hadn't seen much of him at the time. Arden hoped he wasn't in much trouble. He hadn't been able to visit the Mages' Hall since his first visit because he found himself tangled with the local charity and his own semi-clinic. He spotted Templars every now
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    It's more like a prequel to my webcomic WHo'd Have Known. http://tapastic.com/series/1910 I'm working on the story, still. The comic will travel to Noel's past to decipher what exactly went down. I'm glad you liked my writing, though.
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    Noel woke up with a start, jerking in his bed against the bright, white light. Just as he raised his limbs, he felt straps around his wrists hold him down. Fear shot to the surface of his mind, and the only logical reaction he could muster was to scream. The door to the pale white room was kicked open. There stood a familiar face: Lieutenant Pierre Ivans, affectionately Piers. The man was in his fatigues, worry painting his face as he ran to his side, resting a calming hand on his shoulder as
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    Noel is hurt from an attempted murder, and his family decides to deliver a brand of justice all their own.
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    CHAPTER 4: A Visit to the Hall The sudden letter from Sven puzzled him, the request even moreso. Why was a traveling doctor suddenly the interest of the Hall, and the many nobles in hightown at that? It didn't make sense. Were doctors really considered so scarce? He supposed a few clinics couldn't really manage the whole city. The thought of it was unnerving. The arrangement was given promptly. He and Arden would meet at the port a few hours after daybreak. What did the Hall know about Arden?
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    Who tended to a doctor? You wouldn't think a thief would. A familiar face rushed to the doctor's limp side as he stared daggers at the guardsman. “What the bloody fuck are you doing?!” The guardsman stammered and stuttered dumbly, suddenly embarrassed with himself, still angry at the courtesan, guilty for hitting the doctor who helped him before, and many other emotions rushing through his head. He desperately sought balance but couldn't find it. That was when the male courtesan steeped up and
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