Incarnate: Episode 2

By José Ignacio Quiñones

Mark was just a simple soul longing for what every kid may dream of; that he may one day he may accomplish his goals and taste the sweet nectar of success. “Success” as dictated to him by those who were always in control of his life. His dreams were simple. They were based on the basic ideas of love, knowledge, self-attainment and recognition.

He found himself broken, torn, and displaced within a society that only brought false hopes and shattered dreams. It would only be a matter of time before he would lose control and allow something stronger than himself, something residing in him, take full control and wreak havoc on the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: José Ignacio Quiñones
• Release date: Mar 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311756725

José Ignacio Quiñones

We are an entity made up of different voices with different styles, ranging from the most bizarre to the geekiest. We are a group in unison, writing off till the end of days. We might make you smile, frown or shock you. Our words evolve into stories beyond imagination and weave in and out of your realities. Descend into a world of madness, of fallacies and similes. But whatever you do, do not forget your past, for it will be your only salvation. Check out our current creators: Sinister Publications Author Spotlight: J.I.Q. is a college graduate who currently sails through the murky waters of our troubled times. Since day one, he was been an avid dreamer. It was only until recent times that the idea to write down his vivid fantasies came to realization. He sat down within the depths of his man cave and cooked up many ideas. Every night his nightmares would come to reality and trouble him on the white digital canvas. He sat there typing away while the storm brewed up hatred and darkness in the distance. The horizon turned blood red, signaling the dawn of a new era. It was a new beginning, it was the inception of an idea that slowly grew inside his mind, eventually eating at him with every word he typed. He finally immersed himself into his very own story, never to know the difference between reality and fiction. Mad Villain is a silly goose on a rampage, drifting through the quiet neighborhoods of his wretched town, wreaking havoc. His stereo bumps to random garbage, muffled by the old, beat up speakers of his Civic. As he drives off into the distance, with one hand on the wheel and the other on the Big Gulp, his mind, with extreme vengeance, crafts satirical pieces. He might be mental, but that’s the least of his worries since he’s running away from his past. It always comes back to haunt him with fond memories of old. But unlike stories that go untold, his past is going places.

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Incarnate

Episode 2: The Face in the Mirror

José Ignacio Quiñones

FALLEN APOSTATE PRESS

Incarnate: Episode 2: The Face in the Mirror

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All rights reserved © José Ignacio Quiñones 2014

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. This book was self-published by José Ignacio Quiñones under Fallen Apostate Press. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any means without the expressed permission of the author. This includes reprints, excerpts, photocopying, recording or any future means of reproducing text.

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Contents

November 9, 1996

November 10, 1996

Unknown November 1996

Unknown November 1996

December 19, 1996

December 20, 1996

The Face in the Mirror

November 9, 1996

I often spend most of my time day dreaming, lucidly imagining how I wish the world around me would be only to be abruptly shaken up by the unpleasant truth. The truth of life is that it does suck, and happiness always comes at a price. It is fair in relation to the viciousness of nature, but totally cheap when it comes to the expectation I have of society. I guess in the end it doesn’t really matter. It’s all about making things happen.

While my mind confused itself with idealistic ideas, the radio kept transmitting alternative rock through the beefed up Sony speakers I had acquired from my grandparents a while ago as a birthday gift. At that moment my mind couldn’t make any sense of the music that was playing in the background. It had turned into noise filling the background of my thoughts. It was garbled, it was just there lingering in my mind. I quickly nodded my head a couple of times so I could wake myself up from that mental snooze that had descended upon me like a bird of prey, like a vulture slowly tearing up the dead flesh covered walls of my brain.

I woke up from the deep sleep spell and slithered my way up. I dragged myself towards the bathroom located next door. My sight was still hazy. My eyes seemed to be uncooperative of my body as they were still longing for some shut eye only to be greeted by the harsh bright light from the morning sun. I opened the cold water faucet and rinsed my face, looked up, and landed my sight unto my own image reflected on the vanity mirror. Beyond that slender face a heavy sadness existed, it was the harbinger; the one that slowly tears apart all human existence with doubt. Everything had been relatively a new phenomenon to me.