The Magic Bank Account

This is a quick read with great perspective on life. Take a few minutes and please read this. Maybe it will change how you see the day before you.

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Black Science Vol. 1 (Image)

I recently discovered Black Science, and I was not disappointed. This review couldn’t have said it any better. Even if you’re on the fence about graphic novels, I promise you won’t be let down by Black Science. It’s mature, dark, and edgy and exactly what this format needs to break free from the comic book cliche created by Marvel and DC Comics. Super heroes don’t die but real heroes do.

ComicSpectrum Collected Edition Reviews

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Rating: 5/5 – These are Worlds You’ll Want to Visit Over and Over Again.
by ComicSpectrum reviewer Shawn Hoklas.

Black Science borrows heavily from the Fantastic Four, but does so while adding in mature themes, violence, and a level of tangible danger that’s not currently found in mainstream super-hero comics. This is a story about a family that’s traveling through the multiverse and exploring the unknown, while also trying to solve their own problems from within themselves. Writer Rick Remender, and artists Matteo Scalera and Dean White have created something truly special with Black Science that combines the best of writing and art to create one of my favorite new series from Image. In this first volume of Black Science that collects issues one through six, we’re introduced to Grant McKay and his children, along with the rest of his team as they begin their journey into different realities.

Grant…

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Seriously, This is a Problem?

Read Tom Lucas

Pardon me, have you seen my muse?
She used to come around quite a bit.
Lately she has been derelict in her duties.
I fear that she may have packed her bags and left no forwarding address.

In my younger years, my angst was strong.
My anger was vital and fueled me through dark nights.
My resentments, my secrets, my mistakes stood around my bed.
Staring down at me as I fitfully struggled to sleep.

Yes, youth. Hormones assuring every emotion would be felt to the fullest.
Deep and meaningful, the world around me full of color and detail.
Every thought I scribbled down was another layer of profound brick.
My pen and keyboard blazed with every declaration.

Love hurt, hate hurt, apathy hurt. I needed so much attention.
My esteem was low, my ignorance great, and my mouth didn’t know to shut.
Drama danced around me, picking me up…

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