And This Is How We Live

"I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel." -- Peter Nivio Zarlenga

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Teeth and bandages sketchdump?

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William’s 29th birthday was the 19th. 🤍

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Yesterday was the Thunder Twins’ birthday. 10 years plus about 6 more of lighting up my chosen reality.

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Dang, Nikki.

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sure, fine, your characters kissed, whatever. have they rested their foreheads together yet

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When you’re watching your Ghost friend run from the cops and he locks himself in a police cruiser and when the cop tells him to open the door he says, “What’s the password.”

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Yesterday was my Chamomile’s 20th! Happy birthday, Odette!

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Wishing a very happy early birthday to my Grae! Celebrating his 85th this coming Monday. (Doesn’t he look great? 😉) The perks of being The Ghost with the Most! I’ve been wanting to do a Beetlejuice themed illustration for a long time; what a perfect opportunity. 🎂

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Ms. Reveina: “William, you can’t threaten the children with your cane.”

William: “What about without the cane.”

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“They’ve come to devour what solace brings.”

The Hunt

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#510: One for the Books

Transitum Saga #4

           William looked up from his phone when Christian sat down in the patio chair adjacent him, still dripping from having just walked out of the pool. “Any word?” he said.

           He shook his head. “No. I mean—Milo’s therapy is going fine. I’m not poking to see when he’s ready; I’ll wait until they reach out to me.”

           “That’s nice of you,” the blonde patted his chest dry. “What about a telepath.”

           “Nobody yet.”

           Christian leaned forward. “Why don’t you just ask Rosaleigh? She would do it.”

           “I’m not asking Rosaleigh,” he said, still not looking up from his email.

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#509: Mountain Sound

Transitum Saga #3 Following “Selfsame”

           William stacked another pancake on Will’s plate. He was eating them as fast as they were being made, but he finally appeared to be slowing down after half a pack of bacon and two scrambled eggs. “When do I learn how to cook like you?” said the teen around a mouthful.

           The captain glanced over his shoulder, finishing up the pancake batter he’d made. “Not for anotherrr almost ten years.”

           “That sounds about right. After I leave, I guess.” He chewed with his fork in his fist, prongs in the air.

           “Mhm.”

           “So, when does that happen.”

           William began cleaning up, putting the eggs and milk away. “I don’t think we should talk about that.”

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#508: Selfsame

Transitum Saga #2 Following “Lost Touch”

           As much as he despised the thought, William told Will to drive; his chest was still so tight. It was likely a closer call than he cared to acknowledge. So, he did what he did best and chose not to think about it as he piled into the passenger’s seat. “Please just… take your time shifting up, okay? And it likes it when you baby the clutch.”

           “I got it,” Will started the engine and, perhaps only for William’s sake, slowly left the compound area and got back on the road. William hadn’t gotten too far into his idea of how he was going to ask the teen to keep this excursion a secret between the two of them before he spoke again. “So, there’s something else here. More than a loss of touch. How were they able to land a hit like that? Does my Special Ability just stop working in the future or something?” he scoffed.

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#507: Lost Touch

Transitum Saga #1

            It had been two weeks. Two stressful, arduous weeks since his life had been turned upside down by the one thing that was never supposed to happen to anyone under any circumstances.

           He didn’t know much before this, but he knew enough to know that when time travel was involved, ‘selves’ encountering each other was bad news. Well, his seventeen-year-old self had been sleeping in his guest bedroom. For two weeks. And currently, William was watching the teen lounging on his sofa with the television on, stuck in a state of random awe—or maybe some kind of dissociation. And this happened a lot lately.

           For two weeks.

           With no expiration date yet.

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