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An Online Art and Literary Journal. Ggins is the Art Director of Black Lantern Publishing. He enjoys the art work of Frank Frazetta, Mark Schultz, and Akira Toriyama. When he's not drawing, you can usually find him lurking on Deviant Art here. Ggins is the Art Director of Black Lantern Publishing. He enjoys the art work of Frank Frazetta, Mark Schultz, and Akira Toriyama. When he's not drawing, you can usually find him lurking on Deviant Art here. Where he dabbled in a variety of artistic endeavors inclu...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Au Clair de la Lune. Choumie is a 32 years old French children's author and illustrator. She began to writing and illustrating children's stories two years ago, and it is one of her favorite things to do. She also enjoys creating jewelry and boxes with her illustrations. She particularly enjoys drawing girls and women, perhaps because she has three little girls of her own. You can see more of her work here. And you can purchase her artwork here.
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume III, Summer 2010. A Wise Old Owl. Natasha N. Sova is a 23 year old, self-taught artist from Russia. She loves to make people smile. That's why she draws fairy tales and things that make people feel happy. See more of her whimsical work here. Natasha N. Sova is a 23 year old, self-taught artist from Russia. She loves to make people smile. That's why she draws fairy tales and things that make people feel happy. See more of her whimsical work. That Old Frog Story.
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Focus on the girl. Head bent, her eyes in turn focused on the page. Eleven, maybe twelve, her legs crossed, the rough carpeting of the hotel library scratching at her ankles. Her pale cotton trousers a little too short, her sweater nubbled with overuse, her glasses, too large and too pink, resting on a nose still waiting to lengthen and grow. Hair tucked behind her ears, one slick strand brushing her cheek. The rest of the library is empty. The ra...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. The Battle of Apple Blossom Bough. There was no way we were leaving earth without serious consequences for the planet. If we didn’t flourish here, humans wouldn’t either. 8220;Take care of it? 8220;Do you even know what I’m asking? 8220;Will you please answer me? 8220;I did answer you.”. 8220;With words.”. 8220;Spray it with the hose? 8220;No.”. 8220;Would’a got all stung up and then they would’a just rebuild there again.”. 8220;What’d ya use? Put your hearin aid in...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. The Bones Under the Oak (Parts IV and V). Part IV: How Many Bones Make a Man? 8220;Well, that’s the lot! 8221; he said, removing his gloves. 8220;Are you sure? 8221; Martha asked doubtfully. “It seems like an awful few bones for a whole man.”. Martha sighed. “Seems a sad way to end a life. Just a garbage sack full of bones. I wonder who he was? Martha shivered. “Don’t say that! 8220;Now, now,” Fred patted her on the shoulder. “Don&...8220;No,̶...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal, Spring 2010. The Bones Under the Oak. 8220;I didn’t think hunting season began this early,” he said in a trembling voice. The students stared at him open-mouthed. “But he’ll hear us,” one of the girls protested in a whisper. 8220;I sincerely hope so,” Josh told her. If they made enough noise the hunter would go away, he hoped. The students didn’t look convinced but Campbell, perhaps sensing Josh’s strategy, backed him up. 8220;What shall we do? Josh hesitated. Then...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. The Bones Under The Oak. T was late November and Keith Highsmith was returning home for Thanksgiving. He had hoped to leave the college earlier in the week, but a late scheduled exam and a term paper due before the holiday had caused him to delay his departure until the last minute. Anxious to shorten the distance between the college in. And his home in east. He swallowed hard and stared in horror at the smooth, white thing. He felt around in an incr...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. The Bones Under the Oak. Eff Marr eased his car off onto the shoulder of the road where the Appalachian Trail crossed the highway and twisted around to look at his two young sons in the back seat. “Well guys, we’re here,” he said. 8220;I’ve arranged for you to camp in the woods down from the Tolliver place,” his father had told him when they talked on the telephone. “You remember Fred Tolliver who used to act as guide when we went hunting? His father continued, “...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II, Spring 2010. So Close to All This Water. Hey say they came from outer space. She lit the candle again, watched it lurch forward. It was agitated, she knew, from the break from routine; food at dawn, food at dusk and now this. It stayed leaning forward, looking to her. Not looking for the bowl. She smiled at the attention, and sat down, facing him. Are you even alive? Do you understand me? She felt a sudden surge of anger. She waved her hands, re-opened th...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Eorge blamed his early balding for never having married or even fallen in love. Living alone wasn’t as bad since he found Midas. The oversized white cat gave him someone to talk to when he felt lonesome. If he grew bored talking to Midas, he dusted and reorganized his vast collections. The apartment’s lack of space did not deter him from shopping for additional items every Saturday afternoon. 8220;George,” he said as he shook it. 8221; George aske...
