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Sylum Advent – December 10th: Colosseum Incident by Bj Jones (Trailer)

December 10th

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Title: Colosseum Incident – Preview Trailer

Video Maker: Bj Jones

Summary: Trailer for upcoming Story ‘Colosseum Incident’ by Timothy Quinn

Note: Watch this Vid a few times! Absorb.  Think about it. Watch it Again.  Then ask questions!! Seriously watch it twice, maybe three times or four.

 

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Sylum Advent – December 9th: The Private Journals of Henry Sturges – February 19, 2013 by Timothy Quinn

December 9th

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Title: The Private Journals of Henry Sturges – February 19, 2013

Author: Timothy Quinn

Summary: Journal Entries for Henry Sturges.

 

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Sylum Advent – December 1st: Into Winter by Bj Jones (Trailer)

Welcome to Sylum Advent: 2013

December 1st

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Title: Into Winter – Preview Trailer

Video Maker: Bj Jones

Summary: Trailer for upcoming story ‘Into Winter’ by Timothy Quinn.

Note: Watch this Vid a few times! Absorb.  Think about it. Watch it Again.  Then ask questions!! Seriously watch it twice, maybe three times or four.

Link to Sylum Music Room

Sylum Advent: Check In

Sylum Advent: Check In

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Just leave a reply letting me know how things are going.

Reminder: All Fic/Art will need to finished and emailed to (sylumclan@yahoo.com) by November 15th.

On other news! Monday’s Post ‘Bob’s Bender‘ it was the Blog’s 300th Post!!

So to celebrate 300 Posts, the Upcoming Sylum Advent, and just because Bob has been evil and I shall spread the evil 😀

Snippet of Advent Story:

Sam straightened up, turning to Dean about getting a table when he stopped short.  His brother was talking to the nice young pretty girl behind the counter.  Not that this was unusual.  Dean always flirted with the pretty girls, it was default setting.

What was unique, was that he was speaking French.

“Dude.” Sam flailed slightly. “What the hell?”

Dean turned towards his brother. “Sammy not now.”

He just flailed more, waving his arms at his brother. “You’re speaking French.”

“No I’m not.” Dean huffed and smiled back at the pretty redhead. “Don’t mind him we’ve been on the road for too long…”

“Still speaking French.” Sam crossed his arm over his chest and frowned.

“Sam I’m not speaking French, I never took a class. I mean, I did date that Foreign exchange student, Maria… she was hot.” Dean smirked at the old memories.

“French.” Sam ignored the stirrings of jealousy.

“Dude.” Dean glared back at him.

“Actually you are speaking French.” The young girl interrupted the argument.  “And you,” she looked at Sam, “are understanding him.”

“What?” Sam’s arms dropped as he looked at her.

“He’s speaking an old French dialect, I haven’t heard since my grandfather died.” She held out her hand. “I’m Anna Milton, my family owns this place.”