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Issue Seven: CCSYC : ADAM : Symptom Symptom - By: Tim Eagle The silver bristles of Fabel’s hair blew like spider legs from a gust of wind as he sauntered through the field of Hell. Some believe that life remotely resembles fantasy; to Fabel life is fantasy. What people perceive is just a reality created by visions and a greater illusion, all this fell upon his young soul during his second death. Fabel’s grasp on life had been enhanced deep within his dark mind which had served and computed for him since birth; reality was clear, his reality clear---crystal clear. He looked up to the sweltering sun as it sank down the horizon like a sphere of melted silly putty, the view, although beautiful, was interrupted by the rustling in the sage brush that continued to stir. Something was watching him. Time would be a good testament. Fabel thought. A testament to truths resting in galaxies only dreamed about by man. Personally the field of Hell was an addiction to Fabel, barren of all but cacti and plants surviving the harsh conditions of the vast desert. The sage brush rustled closer startling him, so he ran. He ran in the heat from his fears, ran from the heat of reality that would soon face him, a reality he didn’t want to face. This was only a teaser, if you were lucky enough to read this story before I made it into a teaser, lucky you, if not, you can purchase this story from Morpheus Tales Issue Five out in July '09, by visiting their website, it has been chosen for publication, please support your local author. Thanks.
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