Guess who's getting in the art scene...PS: Im no longer at art camp. I miss everyone already :/
The Last Note“Voices of souls departed, cry out in mourning horror: O saddened one, so lonely, follow. Follow!” Nebbie – Ottorino RespighiThe Last Note
The last note, a terrifying wail comes forth from the empty skies. As a dove flees a scorched roost, the sound flutters and fills the space. The sullen gaze melts away, sad and relieved, giving in to rest.
Shino SketchWrite Now 02:Out of a buildingTwo People Walk out of a BuildingWrite Now 02:Out of a building
Jada Williams and Flynn Campbell had barely been escorted out of the building when two sliding doors shut behind them. The security guard stood with an intimidating smile behind the pane glass. He seemed to almost antagonize them to come in, but there was no such luck. Jada stood with her arms folded. Her polyester skirt fluttered in a surprisingly cool summer breeze. Still under the canopy of the Greyscott & Co. building, the bright afternoon sun was quelled to a mere glow.
She had done her best to make her case to the company, but the
My petMy PetMy pet
My pet’s name is Ursala. She is a butterfly. Her wings are white and billowing with blue and purple creeping along its fringes. Her antennae are long, golden strands. They appear to flow aimlessly over her coal colored torso. Six spindly legs hang from her body. Her two beady eyes of pearl gaze in all directions.
Ursala only goes out at night. I open the door, and she flutters about; pretending as though she has no desire to leave. On the open air she wafts, a zephyr in a slow breeze. Her wings seem ethereal in the moonlight. And, on starry summer nights, she shines like the cosmos; A galaxy on eart
Beauty in the BreakdownBeauty in the Breakdown by Danni aka StarlightShadowdust December 16th, 2008Beauty in the Breakdown
Why was there this…ugly green haze over everything? Something tugged at the edges of her vision; browns and blues and…voices?
Something cool was sliding down her throat, but then again…not really.
“Drink up, baby doll,” came a familiar voice.
Oh! Her eyes snapped open. “It’s you! You’re…one of my characters. Great. I’m crazy.”
“Correction: I’m a muse of yo
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Weird is good.
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