The Lonely Hearts Club - 1RussellThe Lonely Hearts Club - 1 by ~Mr-FeverPitch
Forgive the introduction. I understand it was misleading, I was only just made aware of the prologue. See, this book is in first person, not third as the prologue implies. Not just one First Person, however, but four. But I'll let you figure that one out. I'm Russell, and when asking the man who is compiling this book whether he wanted me to write like a Protagonist or an Antagonist, he would not give me a straight answer. He wants me to tell my story? So be it. I'll give you a story. One fourth of a story, at least.
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Russell Price. I owned the Lonely Hearts Club, Miami Chapter. If you're reading this, I can only imagine you find me detestable, despicable, or you want to know where everything went wrong and how everything crashed down around me like so many loose bricks.
I'll tell you right now, it's a tortured and frankly useless story. It will bring you no insight, it will bring you nothing new to turn in your mind. I am writing this to affo
Cold ShotsCold Shots by ~Mr-FeverPitch
Page One (six panels)
Panel One: A close up on a high ball glass that's 2/3 empty. The panel is cut into two equal halves behind the glass, horizontally. Below the glass is a wooden bar counter with a sleek, slightly scratched finish. Above the counter is a completely black background, devoid of detail.
What they don't tell you
Panel Two: The POV having dramatically risen and zoomed out from the glass, we see high above the counter in the dark room, the glass sitting on the counter next to a wad of bills and change.
Is how much you begin to hate what you love.
Panel Three: A wide panel of our NAMELESS PROTAGONIST staring down at the counter, standing over the bar stool and drink, looking down, his body slouched, his face hidden. He wears a dirty trenchcoat, black slacks, black shoes and a dirty brown hat.
Hope that's enough dough.
Panel Four: Three concurrent panels, panels 4, 5, and 6; make up the bottom of the page. The captions take up space on each
FFM 2012, July 2 - Exegesis"And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made." The lecturer quoted, barely glancing at the thick black Bible. "And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made."FFM 2012, July 2 - Exegesis by ~Wolfrug
His students were still alert and awake they had barely passed Genesis 1 after all. "Obviously, 'rested' here does not mean God was literally tired, for God does not tire. It merely meant he was finished, done, with his work of creating Heaven and Earth, and could now take a moment to consider it the Hebrew word shâbath..."
Unfortunately, the lecturer did not have time to finish. The earthquake swept across the campus, uprooting trees and collapsing some of the smaller buildings outright.
The cracks in the ground grew ever larger, cutting the Holmes Memorial Building in half, before the shocked eyes of the students. And from the cracks streamed