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    From Matchsticks to Flamethrowers: On the Evolution of Dragons

    by  • July 3, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "From Matchsticks to Flamethrowers: On the Evolution of Dragons"

    An essay by Edmund Teile, as prepared by his great-grandson, Isaac Teile Art by Shannon Legler Abstract: This paper asserts that pinwyrm lizards are closely related to western red and northeastern black dragons despite their contemporary classification as monitors. First, I provide an analysis of comparative behavioral habits between venomous pinwyrms and black dragons (which...

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    A Date to Be Remembered

    by  • June 26, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "A Date to be Remembered"

    A speech by Dr. Amelia Baker, as provided by Stuart Webb Art by Justine McGreevy Sanjay, the first draft of the speech for Thursday’s conference. I think I’ve covered all the points we discussed on Tuesday (or I should say “Period 00001 Subsection 01 Portion 04 Hour 03”); this was written very early in the...

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    That Man Behind the Curtain: May 2017

    by  • June 20, 2017 • Man Behind the Curtain • 0 Comments

    Dawn @ Capital Indie Book Con 2

    May was about finalizing story selections for Utter Fabrication. A lot of payments went out related to that. The Money Aspect Amounts in parentheses are losses/expenses. Hosting: ($17.06) Stories: ($2,189.00) Art: ($224.96) Advertising: ($40.00) Processing Fees: ($52.58) Printing: ($25.02) Donations: $43.71 Ad Revenue: $0.75 Physical Sales: $44.80 Online Book Sales: $37.72 Total: ($2,459.36) QTD:...

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    The Fatalism of the Automatons

    by  • June 19, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An account by Captain Walter Budanov and Samuel Walter, as provided by Jon Hartless Art by Amanda Jones Captain Budanov’s diary, whaling vessel Demeter. October 4th, 1886 Three months now in these ice floes. Petersburg seems but a distant memory, one I despised when there with its drinking and dancing and shallow fun. But...

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