SHOX STUDIOS will be at this year’s Small Press Expo October 12th and 13th. If you plan on attending stop by and say "hello". We’ll be selling copies of Devil’s Child - Family Business along with other surprises to be announced later.
Go to www.spxpo.com for more convention details.
We sent word out that SHOX needs more talent and we’re blown away with the number of responses. Please have a little patience as we go through all of your submissions.
As we stated in our ads, we WILL respond to each and every one of you.
Pater Draconis I,
Where hides the once proud warrior who bested all others and won my hand? Are you not Alpha Draconis, first of your Dynasty?
Where once stood the Great and Noble Champion of the Host; the greatest in all recollection, now hides behind skirt tails.
My heart swelled, as I stood in the East Towers and beheld the spectacle as you rode triumphant from the Great Campaign. Such bounty of exotics did you fetch. Your armies, to the lowest rank, reaffirmed their fealty to you that day. Your subjects lined the ramparts throwing blossoms from the rare Jujuine tree at your feet.
You’ve become a besotted fool, your potency leeched by your Meta trifle. Do you no longer yearn for days of Glory? Are we not Creatures of Conquest? We are not sated by erudition. That Meta witch has made you soft - not to mention the half-breed.
Your likeness is no longer destined to stand proud in the Great Hall. Your forebears spit on you.
May my sons tread on your grave.
Haridel,
Mater to Eron, Primogene
The Rules
Write a short story, a poem or some dialogue of no more than 500 words based on a any letter of the Greek Alphabet.
Check out this link to find a good primer on Alpha to Omega.
Letters of the Greek alphabet have been used in Mathematic, Science, Fraternities, Sororities and references to God in the Book of Revelations.
Although I’m reluctant to curtail freedom of expression, we would prefer that your contributions are not mysogynistic, pornographic, homophobic, racist or faith-bashing. I sure you can write something compelling without resorting to these tactics.
How to Contribute
Click on the Contact Us tab at the top of the page, enter your real name and a valid e-mail address. In the subject field, please enter: Alpha Omega Entry. Please enter any other additional info in the message field such as whether you wish to contribute using a pseudonym, etc.
Copyright
All contributors will be required to confirm copyright of submitted material. In addition, prior to publication of the material, contributors will be required to sign a publication agreement with Shox Studios.
We also encourage artists to contribute images to illustrate work they find particularly compelling.
Any questions? Contact us.
Let your minds wander and your creative juices flow.
The Rules
Write a short story, a poem or some dialogue of no more than 500 words based on a any letter of the Greek Alphabet.
Check out this link to find a good primer on Alpha to Omega.
Letters of the Greek alphabet have been used in Mathematics, Science, Fraternities, Sororities and in references to God in the Book of Revelations.
Although I’m reluctant to curtail freedom of expression, we would prefer that your contributions are not mysogynistic, pornographic, homophobic, racist or faith-bashing. I am sure you can write something compelling without resorting to these tactics.
How to Contribute
Click on the Contact Us tab at the top of the page, enter your real name and a valid e-mail address. In the subject field, please enter: Alpha Omega Entry. Please enter any other additional info in the message field such as whether you wish to contribute using a pseudonym, etc.
Copyright
All contributors will be required to confirm copyright of submitted material. In addition, prior to publication of the material, contributors will be required to sign a publication agreement with Shox Studios.
We also encourage artists to contribute images to illustrate work they find particularly compelling.
Any questions? Contact us.
Let your minds wander and your creative juices flow.
Twilight. The cool breeze skips along the surface of the Strait,
kicking up little whitecaps.
That same coolness lifts my hair and soothes my face.
I used to be a son of the dawn; each Golden morning an awakening, rebirth.
I feared the night and the terrors that she brought.
But now, here – on my perch,
I welcome the coming darkness. I embrace it.
I awoke to the haunting murmurs of the Mourning Doves; I hear them now – fitting.
Disclaimer: I am not a comic book critic. In fact, I dislike critics in any shape or form. SHOX PICKS, for me, is not a place for reviewing comics or giving "3 out of 4 stars". My intention with this little corner of SHOX is to shed some light on comics, be they print or web, that for whatever reason have caught our attention. Hopefully we’ll direct you to some talented artists and writers and then we’ll let you be the judge of their work.
With that said, onto our first "spotlight" . . . .
For those of you who know Frankie you know that one of the most refreshing things about his work is his uniqueness. When you pick up a Frankie B Washington comic book you know who the artist is without the need to read the credits. I have always found this to be an indication that Frankie is a man who follows his visions without the need to conform to popular opinion or whatever the “in” thing is at the time.
PEACE is a great example of this.
Judging from the 1st issue (actually #0), the story itself is one being told on an epic scale. While the first issue is a bit short on character introduction/development, Frankie is laying the foundation for this universe and promises to answer questions readers may have as this story unfolds.
To find out more on this series, go to www.fbwpeace.com
It wasn’t long ago when I could still remember the scent of dew cresting in a meadow’s flower, the reassuring sun warming my being through the light mist. Feet wet and full of joy we used to stroll among the living things of the world. But, we were too few and they were too many.
Now, stripped of all the perceived glory, the high ground is held by the sand bleached skeletons of the fortunate dead. Reduced back to vermin, those who remain peer out of their filthy holes. Hands eager to grab, teeth ready to gnaw. Through the dusty, skewed lenses of a gas mask, lifelines are found even in the barrens. Where before children laughed, only hollow men wander, seeking to continue their meek existence.
The answer is hidden from me. The fear, the hatred, the things that brought us here have only dug in deeper, defiling the minds and hearts of even the most benevolent. If there is hope, it lies in time. Future generations, born into the fray, will have to fight again the fight of our ancestors: unite the tattered and lost under a shared banner, learn from our mistakes, and persevere. Perhaps when the white ash turns to snow, when the dunes recede and the birds sing in the canopy atop torn skyscrapers has man finally bridged the gaps between his brothers, and no longer has use for malice.
This be to the first child who faces the sky for the first time, unafraid: cherish, and love, for we did not.
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