Drew this really quickly in the very early hours of the morning. If I were to compare it to the reference photo, they look nothing alike. Massive fail on that front. But as its own standalone drawing, I like it quite a bit. I've added it to the Any/Every Doodle page with the rest of … Continue reading Another Doodle
Guardian – Part III
It’s days before anyone else comes. I spend the time trying to ration the rest of my blood packs, experimenting with the newfound strength and abilities that come with finally being able to… drink? eat? “feed?” Whatever. Despite the eons spent fighting vampires, no one knows quite enough to separate all the myths and old … Continue reading Guardian – Part III
On making more (“bad”) art
I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with art. I adore the sight of it. Whether rough and unfinished or a beautiful completed piece, art of any kind is gorgeous to me. I admire those able to make it, admire the amount of effort and dedication that has gone into their years of practice and their … Continue reading On making more (“bad”) art
The Academy
“Princess? It’s time.” Alara beckons, and I take my place beside her, feeling strange yet comfortable in the crimson hooded jacket and black harem pants that make up the guards’ uniform. “Do you think it’ll work?” “No one will pay you any attention dressed like that. You’ll be fine. Besides,” she adds with a wink, … Continue reading The Academy
Guardian – Part II.
I’m next woken by the clanging of the prison gates, and I rise to my feet immediately. Having tracked the days and nights through the slit high up on the cell wall - too narrow to classify as a window - I know it’s been five days since that disastrous night. The hunger has only … Continue reading Guardian – Part II.
Anxiety Attack
It’s so soft and sad, this quiet inner crumpling Shaky foundations crumbling Pent up emotion stumbling flowing upward, outward, heart thumping Breaths turn into gasps Gasps turn into sobs Eyes burn with tears Throat rasps Time stops Head pounding with dark thoughts Stomach turning itself in knots No room for logic when it’s fear calling … Continue reading Anxiety Attack
Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.
Someone must have knocked over the universe’s bucket of irony on the day I was turned into the thing I was sworn to protect the world from. Five years as a member of the Royal Guard, undone in one night. We were betrayed, had to have been. The horde of vampires we had been tracking … Continue reading Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.
Intentional Insomniac
I have become scared to sleep. Not because of night terrors, or nightmares. Not because of the anxiety dreams that sometimes (though with increasing consistency, now) plague my nights. But because sleep has begun to feel like lost time. Wasted time. Any moment where I am not at work is bliss, and to sleep feels … Continue reading Intentional Insomniac
A Self-Aware Poem
I am, as the cliche goes, a mess of contradictions. Conflicting depictions of self fighting to emerge (None with conviction.) I am, as the cliche goes, unsure of who I am, really. Never sure what thoughts are my own, never certain of what I’m feeling. These trite words are all I have. None of which … Continue reading A Self-Aware Poem
The Return
Neither of us can remember when she started sleeping in my chambers, in my bed. Only that one night, a few months after I had freed her, she had slipped under the covers with nary a word, and curled up against my side. I remember that first night like a still photograph: Auburn hair spilling … Continue reading The Return
