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The MuggerIn the Big Apple, muggings were a mundane fact of life. It was a rite of passage for every New Yorker, a hurdle that shaped character and wisened up even the most naive souls. But who provided that service to people? People like Barry, that's who. Barry loved stealing from people, not just for the surprise of seeing what he would find in each wallet and purse, but for the sheer thrill of it. He didn't use an actual gun, oh no. That would make it too easy. He only pretended to have a gun inside his jacket pocket. Every time he slipped into the shadows, leaving people quaking in fear over a bluff, he could not help breaking out into a huge grinThe Mugger by ^JZLobo
| My gallery is very mixed bag, but that's due to the fact that I lack talent with a pencil and have to make do with what I do have. I am learning how to wield Photoshop. Constructive critiques of those pieces would be welcomed, but please keep in mind that I'm still very much a neophyte when you offer feedback and I'll probably ask some very n00bish questions. |
| I make funnies! |
| Me, Stan Lee, and the Arizona Avengers. Crowning Moment of Awesome. |
| Gift art and commissions of my original characters, all from wonderful artists! And yes, I'm aware that most of the characters in here are wolves. What can I say? They're my favorite animal. |

The Descent :: Chapter 1“Easy is the descent to hell, for the door to the underworld lies open both day and night.The Descent :: Chapter 1 by ~chromeknickers
But to retrace your steps and return to the air above—that is the task, that is the toil.”
“Death twitches my ear; ‘Live,’ he says. ‘For I am coming.’”
IT BEGAN WITH a tug at his navel, and suddenly he was being thrown up into the air. The icy wind sung in his ears as he sailed, like ephemeral music curling around his thoughts. When he finally reached the pinnacle, he exhaled, watching as his breath clouded and crystallised in the air.
There was an annoying pulse beating at the back of his eyes,

The Big Leather-Bound BookDolores Umbridge yawned and stretched under the thick green and silver comforter. She strained her ears for sound, but the girls' dormitory was silent. She parted the heavy green curtains which surrounded her four-poster bed and surveyed the room. The other beds were empty. Her roommates had already gone to breakfast.The Big Leather-Bound Book by *Gryffgirl
Dolores' gaze rested on the large, long-haired orange cat which was snoozing at the foot of her bed. She swiftly grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and yanked it towards her. The cat made a wild, desperate struggle to elude her grasp, but it was all in vain. He had been declawed and his teeth had been filed down. Res

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