There I Am! There I Am Again! – art piece
Lyrics from There I Am, There I Am Again by Fleshdumpster Cat with a god complex. What sins will he commit?
Not The Same – art piece
Started as a vent piece, later turned into a lighting experiment. Background image taken by me on a trip to San Diego. It’s mostly about change, nostalgia, and growing up.
Constellations Over Us – Book 1 – Chapter 2
“Reese…” the red-clad fae whispered the name over and over again, as though familiarizing himself with its very feel and taste. “Reese, Reese, Reese… It’s a good name. Strong.” “It’s Welsh. My mom always said it meant ‘fire’ and ‘enthusiasm’.” Reese watched Glais crack another smile. Despite the eeriness of his needle-sharp teeth and blood-red eyes, he had a charming air about him, especially whenever he grinned. He dressed in a vest and a white shirt with billowing sleeves, like…
Everything – art piece
“Soon,” whispered the winds to the little one, but the little one’s heart did not stop aching.
WWA – Book 1 – Prologue
Wishes don’t bring back the dead, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing to grieve.
When I Go – Poem
The very sky calls your name.
Winter Winds (Litter London With Lonely Hearts)
Sometimes your close off your heart, and sometimes your heart closes itself off.
Apocalypse – Prologue
There is no memory inside its head. No name, no personality, nothing but a never-ending sense of grief and anger for something it can no longer place its finger on. Something rotten and long since rancid. The beast shambles, barely able to move anymore, but never stopping. Shriveled blind eyes and a mouth kept open by too-large teeth that dig into its lips; the sickly visage of something that used to be so alive, so bright, but has now faded…
“This won’t hurt… unless you make it.” – art piece
Only specific people will recognize this dude. Played around with lighting and effects this time! I’m a huge fan of how it turned out, though I’m not sure if I’d do it again (or remember how I did it)
Constellations Over Us – Book 1 – Chapter 1
“OW!” Glais reeled back, falling onto his rear in the soft moss of the forest. White-hot pain shot through his head, gradually dulling to a dimmer ache. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. Normally he would’ve described himself as quite good at dodging attacks, but the bizarreness of first finding a human being in the middle of a forest in Tír na Neart, then being hit over the head with a…