Hello gross people of the world! How are you blood munchkins?
I know you haven't heard from us in awhile. We've been busy, as we know you all have been, too. I can't speak for the other admins, but I've been insanely busy studying and living life in general. Recently it dawned on me, however, that we've left you guys out in the dark street, scared and alone with the monsters. Alas! Fear no more, for I have humbly returned.
What does that mean, you say? Well, we'll have to wait and see about that.
I would like to mention a fun anthology I participated in last year, called Dubnium -- a publication my short story The Gentleman of Paris was featured in. If you'd like to have a peek at the issue, follow the link to Dubnium.
Here is an excerpt from the story:
The drums heralded doom through the city square. A crowd of twenty thousand stood in utter silence as the King approached the scaffold. On the platform awaited the capital’s most notorious killer, the High Executioner dressed in a blood-red cloak. The drums kept their rhythm. Beating, beating, beating. After three decades, he never got used to their droning.
‘Are you feeling ill?’
He turned to face his son. ‘I’m well.’ He didn’t enjoy lying, least of all to Henri. ‘What of the cart, will it be fit for transport?’
‘The wheel isn’t in proper order,’ said Henri, ‘but it will do the job for today.’
It was just what he needed, a tumbrel to tip and spill the corpse of a king. How they’ll laugh at me then, he thought.
‘Have a man watch it during the move,’ he said, turning back to the crowd. ‘We can’t have any mistakes. Not today.'
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