Trepidanos

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Chapter 1 by Trepidanos, literature

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Chapter 1

PAGE ONE Panel four is a small square that overlays panel five. PANEL ONE A wide shot of the (High Stakes) Inn’s tavern, tables and chairs sparsely spread out. Jack is sitting at a table by himself, his tail hidden on the other side of him. Jack is reclined in his chair, his legs on the table, but his feet hang off the ledge. A waitress, Persephone, has just left a bottle of Apple Core by his hat on the table and within his reach as she walks by him. 1. JACK: Thanks. PANEL TWO A close up of the bottle and hat on the table, but able to look to the background towards the entrance where Adrian is walking away from the closing door, the

Welcome to Demania - Chapter 1 WIP by Trepidanos, literature

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Welcome to Demania - Chapter 1 WIP

(Adrian and Serenity met Akamu prior to this scene; they're in a thick forest and it was raining heavily. Akamu, human at the moment, is wearing a hat and a long jacket, which would make the Demanians not notice he is human; on the other hand, Serenity is wearing a raincoat with a hood and Adrian is wearing a long, hooded cloak that hides their animal attributes. So, when they meet, there is no prejudice and they cannot smell his human scent due to the rain. However, when they get to the carvan, Adrian takes off his hood, shocking Akamu as the Demanian smells the air around it). Adrian circles the caravan, looking at it precariously. After

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Chapter 1 by Trepidanos, literature

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Chapter 1

Welcome to Demania - Chapter 1 WIP by Trepidanos, literature

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Welcome to Demania - Chapter 1 WIP

A Short Yet Forever Love by Trepidanos, literature

Without A Mask by Trepidanos, literature

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Without A Mask

Without a mask, I am without thought Without a mask, I care not. A mask crumbles and falls to the ground To me, it is an mind-shattering sound. Still, there lies another on my face, It takes a while but it but it soon fits into place. Don't worry, I have plenty left to wear Plenty of which I have adorned almost everywhere. Then again, a broken mask means one less identity One less persona and entity I can be Scared and exposed to the world I want to flee and hide in my words. Without a mask, I am nearly dead Without a mask, I am the demon Dread.

The Coffee Shop Scene by Trepidanos, literature

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The Coffee Shop Scene

The wallpaper is a light purple with dark stripes, shimmering slightly as it is hit by the sunlight from the round windows. Little candles of various shapes and colors sit upon the small white tables with matching, delicate chairs. At the counter is an assembly of pastries, some on shining platters while others remain in glass cases. “Have a sit,” Jennifer makes her way through the room, passing by a man sitting down in very gaudy attire. Akamu walks by the him, but is stopped when he hears him utter out, "Interesting face you have there." Akamu turns to him, their eyes meeting. He sips his tea as if there is no confusion. "Ex-

Dread of Home by Trepidanos, literature

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Dread of Home

Leaving to go back to Pemrboke this weekend. Everyone got to see me who wanted to, I hope. After all, who doesn't love to see me? Vain to ask since I doubt the positive outcome of that question. In my heart and mind I ask, why do I go to these places back home? Not a soul really cares since I'm so disposable. Gone, I wish forever, unlike this trepidation and my ability to repress it all. So, I come home to feel happiness. On the other hand, there is much for sorrow, grief and dread. Oh, what have I become? Never again will I venture to the worlds that have shattered my mind and heart.