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Horror Show [MultiFormat]
eBook by Tim Waggoner
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Just keep telling yourself, "It's only a movie..."
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Villains Victorious, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2007
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [176 KB], eReader (PDB) [33 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [20 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [19 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [79 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [91 KB], hiebook (KML) [72 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [46 KB], iSilo (PDB) [17 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [21 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [49 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [32 KB]
Words: 5763
Reading time: 16-23 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"It's over, Shrike!"
Seventeen-year-old Billy Barton stood within a nightmarish landscape, a distorted forest rendered in broad charcoal strokes on a white background. In his left hand he held a ragged-edged piece of paper, in his right, a lighter, flame burning, a startling splash of color in this stark world of black, white and gray. The cadaverous figure standing before Billy chuckled, a sound like splintered, grinding bone. "Go ahead, Billy-boy--flame on! But if you torch that drawing, you'll end up a crispy-critter too. Because you see, I've brought you into the drawing. You're in my world now, and the only exit is marked D-E-A-T-H." Shrike's fingers--long, multi-jointed digits that resembled insect legs--flexed slowly, ebony talons seeming to grow even longer and sharper. His Ichabod Crane face grinned; wild, black Tim Burton hair waved in a sourceless breeze like some sort of undersea plant whose tendrils undulated in a lazy current. Tattered black rags served as Shrike's garments, more torn scraps of construction paper than cloth. The lighter flame wavered as Billy's hand began to tremble. "I created you, Shrike; you're only a fragment of my imagination, just like this place. But I'm real! If I destroy this drawing--" Billy shook the paper once for emphasis; an image of the charcoal forest with Shrike standing in the middle of it rendered on its surface--"you'll die but I'll return to the real world!" Shrike grinned. "Think so?" He nodded to the drawing. "Take a look."
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