It was sometime after midnight, with five hundred miles to go When I pulled into the truck stop looking for a cup of Joe; I’m a loner by my nature, and a trucker by my trade. It’s a lucky man can do the things he loves and still get paid. It was just another diner, nothing special,...
Read Morethe titular bride with her electrified hair and jawline scars is alive for less than five minutes of film time enough for her makers to unwrap some of her bandages clothe her in a gown made from a sheet and introduce her to her betrothed we’re on the monster’s side he’s been through a...
Read MoreCall to me, plugged and Quivering as I am. I’m yours, your Scatterling. I’m a full–thrust and heaving Creak of outer–skin. It’s my fuselage that drums; a bent twist and yank at the entry. You steer — you always have and I’m Peppered with dirt from the Last world, the Lost world — we’ve...
Read MoreI ran. Like it, I was gone in a matter of seconds. Still I would have liked to have taken that much space. The huge head lifting. But that was after I went back and stood in its place. It was aware of me. Though I was big it scared me. Why did it wait for me to move? It must have known...
Read MoreAPEX MAGAZINE: Can you tell us a little bit about yourself as an illustrator? NELIESE JUERGENSEN: I grew up in the suburbs of Connecticut, where I drew pictures on every sheet of paper and homework I could find. I went to Muhlenberg College in Allentown, PA, and earned a B.A. in Studio...
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