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Atop the Fourth Wall: No Pain Remains (Chapter 1)
1 Year Later
Harvey woke up after sleeping off a late-night gig he did the night before. He knew it took time away from his family, but he had to support them somehow. He walked into the kitchen and saw his wife sitting at the table. He walked over and kissed her.
“I love you.” he said.
“How was that gig last night? You’ve been out cold all morning.” she said.
“I know, but you know I have to take the gigs. The tours would be easier, but I don’t want to be away from you guys.” he said. “Where is Charlie anyway?”
“He’s in his room, playing video games.” she said.
Harvey went to Charlie’s room and knocked on the door. He heard the music of the game, which Harvey had to admit, was pretty catchy, and the door opened. Charlie was standing there and Charlie hugged him.
“Dad, seriously, what’s with all the affection? It’s been happening since you had that nightmare a few months ago.&
Atop The Fourth Wall: No Pain Remains (Prologue)
Atop The Fourth Wall: No Pain Remains
By: Michael Gleason (Black Scarab)
It was a normal day in Linkara’s apartment, 90’s Kid was playing Genesis, Linksano was doing an experiment and Linkara was writing the new episode. Harvey was sitting on the couch, playing Pokemon on his DS. He was close to beating the Pokemon League and was defeated just before he won. He sighed and put the game down. He turned to see Linkara at the computer rubbing his eyes.
“You okay kid?” Harvey asked.
“Yeah, this comic is just horrible.” Linkara replied.
“Well, you made this show about bad comics; it’s your own fault!” Harvey joked.
“I guess so. And you’ve seen me through a lot of them.” Linkara said.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. 90’s Kid ran to the door and looked out the peephole. He saw nothing.
“Dude, there’s no one there, think NIMUE is acting up again?” 90’s Kid asked.
“I don’t thin
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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