When Is A Picture Worth More Than A Word Count?

No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →

Prologue: Lost Girl Found

The seeming eyes of a gargoyle look out on the dark city streets as a figure skulks in the shadows perched in pocket of a building’s windowsill overlooking the moonlit City skyline. It may seem as shimmering and clear as crystal in the dead of this night as one looks to the sky for future... Continue Reading →

Bound In Eternity’s Struggle

  I’m fighting to understand this thing that surrounds me. It is my responsibility, my soul obligation. No one can take care of it the way that I can. No one can love or nurture it for me. It is my birthright…yet I have no gift for its care. I take this honor for a... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror: Chapter Six

Inside the Gotham City Bank: The Bank is dark, empty and eerie but a single voice echoes giddy and disembodied throughout the marble halls: “Question: what’s Bat and right and red all over? The answer may just surprise you!” Seemingly from nowhere Batman lands in the center of the grand structure, silhouetted by the skylight... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror: Chapter Five

  *Ring* - a shrill alarm rings throughout the empty Batcave. *Ring* - Gotham City Bank: A tellers hand hits the silent alarm. *Ring* - The doorbell at Wayne Manner; The visitor Mirrianna Savauge.   Outside Gotham City Bank: The area is tapped off with police cars barricading the perimeter. Gordon’s car pulls up and... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror: Chapter Four

Gotham: It’s a bad part of town. A poor part of town. The sky sits thick and gray in the sky. The streets and gutters are full of trash, grit and grime. Broken windows hang in dilapidated buildings that unfortunately it seems apparent people still inhabit. Yet in all this the most eerie unnatural thing... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror: Chapter Two

  *clink* Mirrianna unfolds the extendable legs from the industrial case she carries turning it into its own table. She has yet to really acknowledge the other person in the room. She has yet to react or act effected by any of her current situation, as though this were as normal as super at six.... Continue Reading →

Flesh and Blood

“I am flesh and blood” The words come softly. Her face pressed against the laminate wood flooring. Sprawled on the floor like the squashed remains of a fly; wings broken, body twisted. It seems to convulse with the remainders of life. As she chokes through the sharpened lumps in her throat. The tide of sordid... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror: Chapter One

Commissioner Gordon stands before Mirrianna Savauge a rather serious looking young woman who has come to the High Security Solitary department of Arkham Asylum for a very specific reason. She has an intimidating presence about her person that seems to stem from her determination and the confidence she holds in her conviction, her hair is... Continue Reading →

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