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PARADOX KID By Tony Simmons ** Book One: Speed of Life Chapter One: Absolute Beginners ** (Note: Credits to appear at end of story.) PAGE ONE (One splash panel, only two captions: One near top of page, one near bottom.) CAP: CRUX: THE SYNCHRONOUS CITY AT THE GHOSTLY CORE OF THE FLUX. Panel 1: We are a hundred stories above the streets of the city, looking down on a rooftop where a crowd of men

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(The synopses continue...) The Paradox Kid Book Ten: Dead Man Walking Chapter One: We Are the Dead Gabe has chosen a bad time to die. The Angels are at war with one another and the Demons are rising to add to the chaos, and the souls of the dead are picking sides. In the foggy realm of limbo, between the worlds of dead and living, he is guided by a former super hero he knew in another lifetime.

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(The synposes continue...) The Paradox Kid Book Nine: Fantastic Voyage Chapter One: Within You Gabriel is aboard a pirate ship. Its captain is a physicist from the 21st century who harnessed stellar radiation that allows him to shrink to miniature size. The vessel is sailing for the Isles of Langerhans. Gabriel is somehow inside his own body, seeking the infection that is killing him. They are

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(The synopsis continues...) Book Seven: Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) Chapter One: Underground Gabe is in the London underground, taken in by the mutants/Cat-faced people who live there, led by Joe the Lion. ( In a parallel story, the Sun God is led into the underworld by Bast while his protector, a helmeted wizard, fights darkness and the Lords of Chaos to reach his side.) The snake

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Book Six:  Future Legend Chapter One:  Teenage Wildlife Gabe in a world much like Earth A.D. (After Disaster); thrown together with a mutant who can turn to steel, a talking dog and a girl named Flower, who looks to him like Daisy.  She’s mute, the dog says, and Gabe wonders what she could do if she ever spoke. His first view of the steel man (who’s wearing a spacesuit to keep in the radiation

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Book Five: An Occasional Dream Chapter One: Moonage Daydream Having crashed on the surface of the moon, Gabriel’s air is running out and he imagines all the ways he could be saved, ala An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge. He’s brought into the airy caverns of the underground insect people, he’s saved by a super hero, he’s shaken awake by his father after having fallen asleep in the hanging

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Book Four: Space Oddity Chapter One: The Mysteries In the 22nd century, Gabe is aboard the International Mars Lander headed for the red planet. There’s been a murder, and as he’s a stowaway, he’s the chief suspect. The murdered man turns out to be an aged doppelganger, whom Gabe decides to avenge because he reminds Gabe of his father. The murderer turns out to be a stray micro-wormhole that

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Comic Series story synopsis (continued): Book Three: Heroes Chapter One: Please, Mr. Gravedigger Told by an old gravedigger n to a young man: Gabe’s in the Wild West as “The Paradox Kid.” He joins forces with a scarred bounty hunter/former confederate soldier and a gay gunfighter to save an Indian tribe whose shaman has promised him a healing elixir, which they do in classic Seven Samurai

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Book Two: Day-in Day-out Chapter One: Thursday’s Child Gabe awakens in a world of gray, where tiny children are piled along the hillside. He goes into a nearby city, Detroit, where a second sun seems frozen among the skyscrapers and discovers the only person who moves in this time-locked moment. She’s the source of the time freeze, which may sustain him while he tries to figure out his next

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PARADOX KID SERIES SYNOPSIS Book One: Speed of Life Chapter One: Absolute Beginners Gabriel discovers that he is not the only one of his kind, and that he is dying of a disease that afflicts only his doppelgangers. Forced by Lady Gabrielle to give up the mysterious “OmniChron,” Father leads her instead into a booby-trap. Gabriel escapes with the device, but is blasted by a double and

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(The following is the initial proposal for Paradox Kid, a comic series, as sent to some of the major publishers in the comics industry. Content is copyright 2004 Tony Simmons.) PARADOX KID A Proposal for an Ongoing Comic Series By Tony Simmons Gabriel Street is a dying immortal, a 700-year-old teenager, a time-lost time traveler with only five years left to live before old age claims him. He

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I received an e-mail in my bulk folder this week from someone seeking the help of a time traveler, or at the very least, help from an alien disguised as human who has the technology to travel physically through time. Obviously, someone who knows me. Said writer believed his life had been “severely tampered with and cursed.” He desired to “rewind my life including my age back to 4” while being “

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We strolled the boardwalk from Lafayette Park at dusk, watching birds and minnows in the shallows among the marsh grasses, and a trio of boys who played at casting lures from the pavilion at the end of the pier. Something surfaced and blew spray to the west as we approached, so we asked the boys if they had seen dolphins. “No dolphins,” the tallest one said. “There was a couple o'

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FIG TREE FAIRY PUNISHES THE DISREPECTFUL The fig tree was 42 years old, according to the man who had planted it and who now invited total strangers into his yard to pick its abundant fruit. When other plants had died, it had flourished. When other trees fell to storms, it stood strong. The figs were large, moist and ripe, but no birds had stripped out the red hearts nor bugs burrowed into

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FINDING MAGIC IN THE WORLD IS UP TO YOU APALACHICOLA, Fla. — Headstones of marble, granite and wood leaned in all directions behind a wrought iron fence and under the dangling mossy beards of oaks and magnolias. Small confederate battle flags marked the resting-places of soldiers in the War Between the States. My daughter tried with little success to make a rubbing from a wooden marker whose

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If I could save time in a bottle I received an e-mail in my bulk folder from someone seeking the help of a time traveler, or at the very least, help from an alien disguised as human who has the technology to travel physically through time. Obviously, someone who knows me. Said writer believed his life had been "severely tampered with and cursed." He desired to "rewind my life including my age

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Any serious review of The Alphabet of Desire, the latest Book by FSU English professor Barbara Hamby, Could only be written in the ``abecedarian'' style Dominating the central portion of the collection, I think. Emulating her style, however clumsily, is merely my Fashion of proffering her the ultimate compliment, Guilty as I may be of doing her a disservice in the process. Hamby's work is sensual

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It was a little early for Halloween, and the man we spotted walking through Panama City Mall was a little long in the tooth for trick-or-treating. He had long, wispy blond hair and wore layers of black clothing — frilly and flowing over black boots and pants. Hair-thin blue veins accentuated his pale face, and extended canine teeth could be seen when he talked to his companion, who seemed a human

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So now I've lost my damn wedding ring. Woke up Tuesday morning and it was gone. Looked all over (and under) the house, in tiny cracks throughout the floorboard of the car, put on a swim mask and checked the drain at the bottom of the swimming pool (water was still icy, but I had cleaned the pool the day before, so the ring COULD have been in there). Looked in parking spaces at work, along the

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Almost a year in between logs? What's up with that? Been a shitty year, I'll tell ya. Pop-in-law died, wife crazy with grief, job responsibilities multiplied. Got a boss who has made me scared of the word choices used by myself and coworkers when writing...OOops. Shouldn't go there. I'll be back soon...

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aNOTHER month goes by. This is less a blog and more of a lag. If I was late writing about drinking, we could call it a lager. Still no word on the comic project. Writing a new edition of it over the past few days, working with my paper's publisher on a project to collect my columns into book form, started a series of short stories about my home town that will become a novel when complete. Lots of

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It's been a while. How've you been? Sent out the proposal for The Paradox Kid today. I'll let you know what I hear, if anything. Rejection is a bitch, as you probably know, and I've had my share recently. Stories rejected from three magazines -- doesn't make me really want to send something else out, but if I quit then THEY win. Shout out to my birthday girl. Peace.

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Quantum physics supposes that an infinite number of alternative realities grow out of every action and potential reaction. Perhaps there are layers of reality like onion skins, wheels within wheels, riddles wrapped in mysteries inside an enigma. For each one that is peeled back, another presents itself. One of the messages of Men in Black (both movies I and II — yes, they had messages) is that

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The 13th Floor In this movie, men living in the early 21st century have designed a virtual reality computer program peopled by artificial intelligences who think they and the 1930s-era city they in-habit is real. Then one of the virtual people gets in a car and drives until he reaches the edge of his world — just outside the city limits, the program ends and nothing more exists. Later, one of the

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Reality Bites Maps of the world were once rife with areas of terra incognita, “undiscovered countries” and warn-ings that “here be dragons.” Sailors feared the horizon line, which they believed to be the edge of the flat earth. That was the sum total of the world for them, the extent of knowledge, the defining lines of reality. Today, the Hubble space telescope looks backward through time by

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Time Passages. Watched X2 this weekend. I won't give away the plot, but have to say that I was impressed at the way the filmmakers managed to stay completely true to the spirit of the comics while introducing new characters and situations. Why can't all adaptations be so true? (And the special effects were killer.) It made me wish I hadn't sold all my Xmen comics back in the mid-80s -- way

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Working on a comic book these days. I call it, for want of a better name, The Paradox Kid. It's all about how time is a pecan tree, and God is nuts. Or something. There are no pictures in it. By the way, if you've found this blog and have anything to say about it, or pecan trees, or whatever, copy and paste my email address here -- tonysimmons@yahoo.com -- and give me a shout-out. Peace.

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Time is a pecan tree. Each moment is encapsulated at the end of an infinite number of branches leading to that outcome. Some moments rot on the limb, some are sweet and ripe. Time is a pecan tree grown in zero gravity; the trunk grows in all directions at once, like a great wooden sphere; the limbs intertwine, growing into and through one another, sharing cells and sap; allowing access to other

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Time for a admission of guilt: I only started this blog so I could see if it was as easy as the hype suggested. I'm writing a feature story about blogs for the daily newspaper where I work -- trying to explain the idea of blogs and blog "culture" to readers who, for the most part, are still pretty new to the idea of the Internet, much less the concept of keeping (or following) a regularly

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April 28, 2003, Panama City, Florida, USA: A Time and a Place for a beginning: This is a test for the start of a brand new blog. Unable to post that last bit, I try again on April 29. This is still a test, and I seem to be failing.

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