Hello from West Virginia! My family and I just finished celebrating my belated birthday, and we’ll head home tomorrow. I figured I’d give an update on my mental state. Read the rest of this entry »
Monthly Archives: August 2013
Ok, rundown time.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing Minecraft everywhere, and have become obsessed with a song called Cube Land. Finally, a few hours ago, I gave in and started (yet another) world. Read the rest of this entry »
So, just to keep people updated (because apparently I have a new follower!), I have decided to try to post relevant stuff here even if it isn’t a story.
To begin, I’ve been scouring the internet (see: Syndrone Online) for affordable artists, and I finally found one to draw Ask for me. I used the description I yoinked from his posts, and I think it turned out nicely. Now, I wonder if it stacks up to my readers’ impression of his appearance! We shall see, right?
I have another drawing I bought of him as well, but it’s not quite so lovely.
On an only marginally-related topic, I’ve been watching some delicious Studio Ghibli films, and they’re inspiring me quite a bit. I’m holding back on writing stories with that inspiration for now though, and simply letting the ideas percolate and grow into something very interesting.
Also, watching Ghibli films in French? Magnifique!
Au revoir for now, loves!
We met in a bar. My friends dragged me to the dark building, lit with rustic light bulbs instead of diffused-beam lighting system. When I asked the bar worker, he said the owner had a stockpile from back when bulbs were viable, and he hated to waste money.
The light from the bulbs was fuzzy, and as my friends dragged me from the bar to a table, I spotted her. Read the rest of this entry »
Red, painted lips pressed against the infant’s head, and his mother rose and turned from the still child and left the darkened room. Her quiet voice hummed a lullaby her own mother used to sing to her, and she walked to her own bedroom to get dressed for work.
Her uniform was already clean and laid out. She checked her purse to make certain it had all she needed, and then began to change. A kiss on her shoulder told of her husband’s arrival. She turned to look at him and smiled at him. “Mind helping me change?” Her wink was flirtatious, and he smiled back at her as he zipped her bright red tube top into place over her chest. It was a struggle against her large breasts. Read the rest of this entry »