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Black Alice: Chapter Eight

August 1, 2009
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Black Alice: Chapter Eight

Ladies and Gentlemen, Chapter Eight is finally finished and posted! It’s been a long and busy summer, so far, and what with vacations and romances and working and packing and moving and all that fun stuff, Chapter Eight has been about three months in the making. to be perfectly fair, it was a pain-in-the-ass chapter to write, and would have taken awhile anyways. There was a lot of ground to cover, and we wanted to be sure we’d done it right.      Since it’s been so long between chapters, a short recap is available here. And now, on to Chapter...

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Black Alice: Five

October 10, 2008
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Black Alice: Five

Everyone likes to have a place to go, even me. I’ve been going to Bushie’s for probably ten years, now. The place is a little hole-in-the-wall bar, the kind of bar where it’s fifty-fifty if the bathrooms are safe to use, and if you’re smart, you don’t eat anything that didn’t come out of the deep fryers. It’s one big rectangular room, with a pool table, more because the guy who owns the place heard once that bars should have a pool table than because anyone uses it, and lots of little square tables, all different wood and Formica...

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Black Alice: Four

September 26, 2008
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Black Alice: Four

     I stepped out of the shower, snagging my towel off the rack and drying off. I scrubbed my hair in the towel and armed the steam off the mirror. For a moment, I was looking myself in the face, pale, sharp-featured, green eyes dull with sleep deprivation, and then my reflection’s eyes ran black. The reflection blinked – I didn’t – and the blackness spilled over like tears, dribbling down her face and spreading like an oil slick. In the space of a couple of heart beats, I was staring at a black silhouette of myself, a shadowy twin....

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Black Alice: Three (v2.0)

September 19, 2008
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Black Alice: Three (v2.0)

     You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Wait, wasn’t chapter three last week?” Well, yes, it was, except, frankly, it stunk the place up, and I can do better. So, here’s the “revised” chapter three, new and improved. Enjoy.      – Java      Somewhere, a bird twittered, and further on, I could hear traffic, the busy life flow of Detroit. Here in the parking lot it was quiet, and a cold breeze blew leaves over the wet, snow-frosted pavement. In the car, blood dripped, and the driver stared back at me. Thin white smoke drifted up from his blank, empty eyes. He blinked,...

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