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About the Author
George Tait is a multifaceted artist who's directed stage productions, worked on various television projects, written a handful of books, invented magic tricks and performs as theatrical mind reader/magician. You can find him on most social media platforms as ThinkGeorgeTait

The Morning After

The next morning I woke up to the smell of almond and banana pancakes.

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“Are you okay, buddy? Are you still with me?”, I heard Charlie’s voice and opened my eyes finding myself on my back on the basement floor. “What Happened?” I managed to mumble as I opened my eyes to see a blurry green robe with Charlies head floating just above it. I blinked a few times,…

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Continued

I approached the center more slowly. Seeing the hand of the creature first, I was surprised to see what resembled a human hand with its fingers clawing at the high notes. As I rounded the corner fully, I’d swear I saw the scraggly tail of a dog running out. The figure at the keys was…

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Part Six: Into the Labyrinth

I rounded the first group of shelves that spiraled towards the center, uncoiling the cord as I took each careful and quiet step. The music crept from the center along floor and danced around my toes guiding each step of my rubber footed pajamas. It seemed to become less and less identifiable the closer I…

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New Art!

Artwork by Jesse Rubenfeld “I began to imagined it’s eight long tentacles that stretched out from its body and danced over the keys and strings. Its long snout of a pig and the eyes of a muskrat turning towards me as I approached.”

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Part Five: The First Night

Charlie tucked me in at the usual bedtime that night. “Will you teach me how to play a song tomorrow?” I asked, just before Charlie flicked off the lights.“We’ll have to learn a piece together”, Charlie said sincerely. “I never made it much further than playing the right hand part of ‘Chop Sticks’.” “You really…

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Part Four: Bedtime Stories

Charlie tucked me in at the usual bedtime that night. “Will you teach me how to play a song tomorrow?” I asked, just before Charlie flicked off the lights.“We’ll have to learn a piece together”, Charlie said sincerely. “I never made it much further than playing the right hand part of ‘Chop Sticks’.” “You really don’t know how…

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Scrootius & Absint Concept Sketch

A rough concept sketch of Scrootius & Absinth.

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Part Three: The Delivery

I don’t know why they chose to drop me onto Charlie’s doorstep some years ago, but I never regretted it. Not even the day just before my seventh birthday when two peculiar men showed up in a fancy moving van with the words ‘Baal’s Movers’ on the side. It was freshly painted in an elegant…

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