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Contents shown in the order they will appear in the finished zine.
The first issue
of Ethereal Tales was published on
First a cool Halloween pic from Goth-Alice
Hungry For Life
The hunger was almost upon me, and it was time to feed while I still had control over my own actions. I dressed accordingly, in clothes that revealed my figure without being too common… even after hundreds of years I was still very aware of my Mother’s words on dressing appropriately for any social occasion. I was always relieved that she never learned of what I became after clawing my way out of the cold earth, and the social circles that I had become accustomed to… Monsters such as myself, murderers, would be rapists… my prey.
'I have to speak to you, to reach you somehow. If only you knew how I’ve been thinking about you, wondering how you would react when I tell you this, but I feel that I must. I just can’t go on pretending anymore, looking away while you are stood right before me, giving my glimpses of the life I’ve always dreamt about.
In The Presence Of Saint Modwenna
(This piece is an exclusive chapter from the book 'Concilium Sanguinarius', it is a great read in itself but will also whet your appetite for this great book!)
'The campfire had just, grudgingly, flickered into life; the damp sticks producing as much smoke as they did light. The woman, a nun, knelt on the floor warming her hands whilst the two guards stood nearby grumbling to each other.
Walking through the jungle in typical zombie style---arms extended fully outward, palms pointing to the ground---Boss Zombie’s pop-eyes rolled from side to side looking for Zombie 2058.
Suddenly he heard someone singing. He would’ve turned his head in that direction, but zombies can’t do that because of calcified neck muscles. Instead, he shifted his weight so his rotted feet twisted toward the sounds.
As he moved forward, he heard, “There’s no business like show business like no business I know...”
The Last Mage
Time is of the essence. I want there to be some chronicle of recent events so that the record will be set straight at some point, whatever is to become of me. This is the truth as I lived it, and this is not any easy thing for me to put onto paper. You see, for a little over three centuries I have been keeping my activities secret, hidden from those I wish to serve. It has been far from easy maintaining a veil over what I do and who I am, but all of that work is now undone. I have been forced to reveal myself to the world, and as much as it pains me, there was no other way. Choices are there to be made, not pondered over, as the moment you begin to ponder, the choice may have already been made for you.
Gandalf The White
The Monster Hunter
The thing sat perched on top of the car. The car’s roof had caved inward, barely able to support the thing’s massive weight as its eyes stared at him with burning hatred and the night’s breeze ruffled its brown fur.
De And La
A cartoon about some crazy vampires on a jolly jaunt to the Whitby Gothic Weekend.
They Come From Below
"Ha ha ha,” came the sinister laugh, ringing out along the empty corridors like an irritating sound-effect on a ghost train. Bob Stokes slammed down his book and cocked his head to the side. This was the second time he had heard the noise. Initially, he had assumed he was imagining things, but now he was sure there was someone there. “I’ll bet it’s one of those bloody tramps again,” he said to himself angrily.
Photo Illustration for They Come From Below - 'The Green Man Emerges'
Everyone says they want to be flies on walls, but no one means it. They think they want to see great things, like maybe secrets and maybe people in the shower, and I guess they do. But what they don’t realize is that that isn’t what you see. Not at all. You see other things, things you never wanted, much less planned for, and it’s not all it sounds like. Not that glorious, you know? I found that one out, as they say.
Sate opened his eyes, closed them again and when this didn’t work he traced his hands over his face in case his fringe had fallen over his face again. Everywhere was black.
Mind The Gap
The Gypsy Curse
The forest seemed to whisper as the cool breeze blew through the trees, rustling the leaves. It was a late autumn evening, and it looked like it was going to be a harsh winter if the weather so far was anything to go by. The gentle calm of the place was suddenly broken by the sound of galloping horses hooves on the hard earth, as a rider came into view through the dark cover of the trees. It was a man, sitting strong and tall on a large black stallion…horse and rider in perfect harmony as they wove their way through the forest.
Here is the promotional video for Issue One
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