Sneak Peek.

This is probably bad practice,but I'm going to do it anyway! I'm going to give you guys a sneak peek at something I'm working on. This is just an excerpt. It may come out next year, or it may never come out at all. Just depends on how diligently I work on it. I wont give away too much detail, but know that I have something spectacular on my hands...


"I'M HERE FOR HIM," said Death.

"Ah, him? You can have him! He was beginning to get on my nerves. Shame he had to go out like that," said Jadeboy.

"Sooo...eerie black cloak and hoody thing, absolutely no flesh and a boney face--literally... But the bone encrusted scythe was a dead give away-no pun intended. I'm guessing you are Death."

"YOU ARE CORRECT."

When he spoke, Death's mouth did not move. Not because of  his evident lack of lips or skin deficiency, but the sound of his voice was similar to music in a good pair of earphones. The type that cause people to turn their heads thinking the sound effects in the music are coming from somewhere over their shoulders because the surround sound is so amazing. His voice resonated directly inside their heads.

"WHAT I FAIL TO COMPREHEND IS HOW YOU ARE ABLE TO SEE ME. CLEARLY YOU ARE NOT GODS. PERHAPS YOU ARE WIZARDS?"

"Though we were stunned in the first instance, we are no longer in that dumbfounded state of mind,'' said Genteel sarcastically.

''You are enjoying this , aren't you? asked Jadeboy. Genteel smiled.

"Yes. Yes I am."

"We are used to this sorta thing Mr.Death. We usually smoke weed until fucked up shit happens. Literally. Usually its unintentional though. These phenomena just seem to follow us."

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOUR MARIJUANA HAS WEAKENED THE VEIL THAT SEPARATES OUR REALMS?"

They all looked at each other, "So it would seem," said Jadeboy.

"IN ALL MY UNLIFE AND INEXISTENCE, I HAVE ONLY HEARD MYTHS OF SUCH HERBS. IT WAS THOUGHT THEY WERE NO LONGER CULTIVATED."

"What can I say?-I have a great supplier. He did say it was one of a kind."

Lo was trying to feel the supernaturally black fabric that was Death's cloak  He grabbed a handful of  it like a curious baby and it tore off like thick smoke that had been fanned away. When he opened his palm to see his handful, it just evaporated. Death took no notice of this.

"This shit right here?! This shit right here?! Right here this shit--?! Dagger exclaimed,"--This shit called DEAF! Literally!"

"I MUST EXPERIENCE THIS MYTHICAL PLANT."

"Sure," said Jadeboy, "But what about our dearly departed Don over here?"

"OH, MY APOLOGIES."

Death lifted his scythe with both his skeletal hands and brought it down across Don Carlos' chest in one precise swoop. There was no blood gushing and pouring out, only Don Carlos'soul emerged from his body. It glowed a faint white, almost like white noise on an old analogue T.V. The ghost looked at them as they all stared at him in awe. Carlos looked across all their faces and came to his own earthly cadaver, still in its stiffened position."

"Aw man! Don't tell me I'm dead!!"

Death opened his cloak revealing a deep,black abyss that absorbed Don Carlos' soul.Genteel's eyes opened wide in amazement,''Oh snap! So where did he go? Was that like gateway to hell? Or did he go to heaven? Is that like instant transmission or will he be lost to us until God comes?''

''DID YOU NOT SAY YOU ARE USED TO THIS 'SORTA THING'?''

''I know, but dude, Death, you gotta tell me!''

''VERY WELL. BUT ONLY AFTER I PARTAKE IN YOUR RITUALISTIC SMOKING.''

''Sure!'' Genteel said.

''WAIT!'' exclaimed Jadeboy,''I must seek counsel with my friends first. Huddle up!''

They all jumped up and huddled in a circle. Death watched them like a skeleton in a science lab.

''Have you guys thought about the possible consequences of letting Death get stoned with us?''

''I agree,'' said Dagger,''He just might geek and die like Carlos did. What would happen then? If Death died?''

''Death cant die you idiot!'' said Lo.

''I agree,'' said Genteel.

''Yeah, but twenty minutes ago we weren't on a first name basis with him!''

''But think about it, since when do we ever think things through? We usually just go with the vibe,'' replied Lo.

Their thought process was sluggish seeing as they had smoked quite a bit that day, but that all changed in an instant when five ninjas somersaulted through the windows and the boys' adrenaline went crashing through the roof. Four ninjas stood firmly with their sharp katanas at the throats of each of the young men. The fifth shinobi stepped forward into the small circle of captive boys and cut-throat ninjas--his eyes the only visible feature behind his ninja mask. The shinobi began to speak
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''My dear friend Jadeboy, so sorry to rudely interrupt your little tea party, but I simply found it of the utmost importance that I speak with you.''

''Yeah well I think it would be a lot easier to speak if you called off your foot soldiers Master Shredder,'' said Jadeboy.

''I am not Shredder!'' the master ninja protested. He wore a metallic mouth piece over his mask and three spikes were attached to it; one in the center of his forehead and the other two on either side of his head. It all formed a sort of crown-like headgear.

''I would prefer it if you refrained from calling me that! Now, we have reason to believe that you have something very special in your possession.''

The other four ninjas maintained their form, blades still at the throats of Jadeboy and his friends. Their muscles tense and unmoving. Not one of the ninjas could see Death standing in front of the couch. His black,smokey cloak evaporating and re-forming where his feet would be. He observed what happened there silently. Jadeboy had both his arms up in submission, careful not to touch the sharp blade with his gullet. He swallowed.

''Hey man, I told you, I don't have anything for you. Now I have to replace my windows. Do you have any idea how much those cost? Those must be the fourth set this month.'' Jadeboy said.

''Hah! You lie! I can smell it! Its pungent odor permeates this very room! And look,that roach is still smoking!....What is that other smell!? Have one of you soiled yourselves!?''

''Ahh, dude,I think Don Carlos just shat himself! Looks like we forgot about that! I'm not carrying his body!'' said Lo.

''But why do you have a dead body here?" asked the master shinobi.

''Its a long story man,'' Dagger said,''You wouldn't believe me if I told you.''

''Uuumm, mister Grim Reaper? Could you please assist us with this situation?'' asked Jadeboy.

''How can I assist you when I am here to make demands?'' shouted the shinobi, ''It is I that requires assistance!''

''Not you mister Ninja Gaiden!'' retorted Jadeboy.

''Enough with the name calling! I could have my shinobi slit your windpipes at the snap of a finger! Now, give me the marijuana I came here for!'' snapped the ninja leader.

''Listen, Death, if you take care of these guys for us, you could have a couple of hits of our bong,''  Jadeboy said.

''COUPLE OF HITS?''

''Yes, you can smoke some of our 'mythical herbs'''

''You are testing my patience!'' exclaimed the ninja, ''I do not wish to have 'a couple of HITS'! I wish to go away and partake of it at my own convenience! Give us your marijuana and we will depart!''

''OH, YOU WILL BE DEPARTING,'' Death said as he raised his scythe and swiped it through all of the ninjas necks in one fell swoop. The boys all ducked. Yet again there was no blood as the ghosts snaked into the atmosphere, leaving their former shells and were sucked into Death's cloak. The bodies of all five ninjas dropped to the ground simultaneously like victims of a gas chamber.

''Ya see?! We bring death to your whole crew if you mess with us bitch! Literally!'' exclaimed Dagger with relief.

''So that's one, two, three....six bodies in my backyard cemetery! Shame they aren't paying customers, I would have made quite a bit of money,'' said Jadeboy.

''Now I have to start making arrangements with Don (our Don) so we can bury these corpses.''

''Yo Death, that was awesome man! Did you see how he just slashed at them guys' necks!?'' Genteel was evidently excited, ''O.K I know for sure those guys are going to hell! Or is it limbo? How do you determine who goes where?'' he asked.

''THAT IS NOT MY DECISION TO MAKE''

''Who decides then, God?'' asked Genteel.

''I HAVE TO BE ON MY WAY SOON. CAN WE PROCEED WITH THOSE 'HITS' SO I COULD CARRY ON WITH MY DUTIES?''

Dagger knotted his eyebrows, ''I'm curious though,should we roll you a joint or would you rather hit the bong? 'coz dude, you have no lips....''

''I THINK A ROLLED CIGARETTE WOULD WORK BETTER,'' replied Death.

O'The Madness!

Put the pen to paper and cut deceased flesh of tree. Murderous prose sent through slashing pen. Pen bleeding ink; though not the victim but the weapon of choice to inflict damage upon paper.
The wielder a mad man, driven insane by the whispers in his head. To yield to them would be to bow on bended and bloodied knee to an all encompassing and tyrannical insanity.
A shaky hand trembles and tears across tattered tree bark, the tree bark but a mere shell of its former glory. Chosen in its posthumous form to be a medium for a much greater purpose. To cradle the thoughts that the mad man so often fights to hold back, but always in futility.The paper is whipped and slashed like a slave, scars of lettering tattooed forever on its literally paper thin body.
The vilest form of imagination at the reigns of the poor mad man's thoughts. His soft brain pulsating within his twisted chamber of a skull as it regurgitates verses from its darkest reaches.
Fueled by the fiery desire to let the madness loose upon the world, the mad man writes on, though he knows few, if any will even fathom a fraction of it. For even he doubts whether there is method to his macabre minded madness.
One hand to his temples, he clamps his fingers into his forehead as the other delivers shocking material to the paper like an electric charge. The head channeling dark fantasy through the five fingered conduit, words carelessly clamouring and clinging to a creepy chapter. A candle dances deliriously to the mad man's scribbling tune and throws eerie shadows across the walls. If these walls could talk, then their lips had been stitched and sealed long ago for fear of what they would have revealed.
O''the madness!

Just my ramblings

Hey there!
So usually when I post one of these,then I'm wrestling with a little writer's block! But worry not dear reader,for I will have a fantastic tale for you faster than you can say supercalifragalisticespialidoceous! I don't even know if that's how you spell that word (or what it even means!)! But that is of little importance! I thought this might be a good opportunity for me to slide that curtain to my thoughts and you can catch a small glimpse.
Today is the eve of my birthday,I turn twenty four tomorrow. I can't say I've grown significantly over the last year,but I HAVE grown. Some people could claim I havnt 'grown up',I could argue that 'growing up' is overrated. I think what is important is MATURITY and personal growth. What is the determining factor of 'growing up' anyway? Because an eight year old could describe me as a grown-up..... Where I'm from the benchmarks or criteria of growing up are a job,a lack of open mindedness,prejudicial taste in music and general douchebaggery. But that's just my opinion. Opinions are like assholes,everybody has one. My opinion is based on the fact that 'grown ups' or wannabe grown ups usually shit on other people's lifestyles and choices (no pun intended) because these lifestyles and choices don't fit into the mould they expect society to fit into. We should be free to make our own choices and take whatever paths we please,just as long as this freedom
doesn't clash with the freedoms of others. I don't think its right that one should go on a week long binge drinking spree funded by fees meant for their education. Fees parents or guardians have sweated and toiled for at their grown up jobs. People should be able to fund their own self destructive habits.
My growth has mostly been creative. I think I'm writing better and I'm on my way to fulfilling my aspirations. There's still plenty of room for improvement ofcourse. I still have to overcome my fear of writing long stories and be able to tap into different genres. When I start off writing a long piece,I fear I might lose the flow of it if I make it too long. Lose what I was originally inspired to write. But I'll get past that soon. I've also learnt that some people can be crabs in a bucket,all they will do is pull you down and trample you in their efforts to get to the top. Whether they know it or not. I may not have experienced it personally,but I see a lot of it. Your best friends will drag you to the worst situations even when they only mean to have fun.
I've been learning a lot from new 'friends',followers and groups on Facebook and Twitter. Some will openly help you and give an opinion on your work (Shout outs to Martin Powell!) And some won't even acknowledge your presence. Their 'friendship' is one sided and all they want to do is sell their product. I believe in a win-win all the time,I really don't see why others don't. Add me on Facebook (username Benny Blow) or follow me on Twitter (@Benny_Blow) if you're a win-win person or are looking for a cool new friend =). These two social networks are a great platform for spreading your gospel and getting to know like-minded people.
Before I forget,I have partners in crime that I plan on taking the world with! They are Lo and Jarell. They are two of the most talented artists I have ever met. Together we plan on churning out the greatest,most mind blowig comic books and graphic novels. Together,we are Fly Label. More on that soon enough. In the mean time,ask your friends to Get Wit It Or Blow!