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)
“Though you’ve fooled all the rules, I am coming for you” – art piece
A powerful goddess of justice and the natural order of things, Nameless One makes her debut in this incredibly eerie art piece! Honestly, the lighting process on this thing wiped the floor with me, but the end result makes me very happy. It was heavily inspired by “The Yawning Grave” by Lord Huron, as the melody and lyrics of the song perfectly fit Nameless One’s character. Fun little fact about Nameless One: She was one of my first-ever transgender characters!…
Moths – Poem
So much anxiety coursing through my veins, overheating like an old computer, but hesitant to remove the sweater. Unfamiliar places, new friends, my own high expectations cascading into a pool of nerves. How do I know when I do things right? Am I at home here? I know I should rest morning brings clarity but I can’t bring myself to shut down for the night. It’s not butterflies I feel, it’s moths.
Constellations Over Us – Book 1 – Prologue
“Grandma, if you keep shaking like that, you’ll fall over and break your hip again,” Reese, age 6, did his best to point out to his grandmother, who was standing in front of a ring of trees and trembling violently with what was presumably rage. The silver-haired woman wore a marigold cardigan that was wrapped snugly around her shoulders, and she only pulled it tighter when Reese spoke. “What did I tell you about not getting close to faerie rings,…
People Eater – art piece
Hey there! I’m back from the dead yet again with a fun new character! Long story short, I heard “People Eater” by Sodikken for the first time awhile back and immediately jumped on it as the perfect material for a new character! This guy doesn’t have a name yet, but what he does have is an insatiable hunger for the flesh of literally anything he can get his paws on and a nasty, manipulative personality. He’s permanently crying crocodile tears…