|The first part to my book: The Quaint Life of Rowan Rookchester. Feel free to take a peek at the series if you want, it could be interesting.|
Cheap Chocolates and HallmarkOn a day where those who do not spend their time regaled in the presence of others, it is a source of loneliness and torment. "Singles Awareness", they call it. Hardly such a thing, really. More a day for people to flaunt their happiness and popularity in the face of the less fortunate. Saint Valentine gave his life for love forbidden, and now we honor him with cheap chocolates and uncreative Hallmark cards. Only difference between this and Easter is religion, really. Still, for a shut-in it's not so bad. Avoid the internet for a day or two and it's fine. Doesn't mean the loneliness won't kick in, but it's there regardless. What can you do, right? Still, patience is a virtue.Cheap Chocolates and Hallmark by Dyxo
"One day," they hope, "One day I'll find love. It'll be easy. She'll be right there, waiting." Ever notice how it's always guys saying it? Maybe girls just have a harder time admitting it, or are better coping mechanisms. Either way, it's always guys complaining. Guys who believe patience and kindness is all
The Eternal NightmareIn ancient times a terrible beast is spoken of; A god of sorts with a body of shadow and a mind darker still. They say that he is the reason why our world is drenched in darkness, for his dark power frightened even the True Gods and created our world solely to imprison him. Because of this dark beasts and Humonicalus haunt our world, draining our will and spirits as they drain our blood. The ancient legend speaks of him only once by name, however. The passage reads as followed.The Eternal Nightmare by Dyxo
".And thus the Dark Immortal was casted down from Heaven, landing upon a stone that the Gods had formed to prison him. Though this prison cannot hold, for one day he shall come forth again as Neraku and sprout forth seeds of entropy like none other. However, he has long since lost a vessel of his own, so he must possess another to gain one."
Perhaps the influx of new dark beasts signifies his return. Has he already sought out a vessel? These are questions even us elders do not enjoy asking ourselves. B
Farside Pub: Family Benny Hopper and most of her family cradled themselves into the nearest shade to get out of the intense Texas heat. Her father's car had broken down along the side of the room around twenty or so minutes ago and her mother offered to take the children and look for a repairman or a phone to call one.Farside Pub: Family by sorrowscall
As luck would have it, or not, they found themselves within the confines of a shoddy bar labeled Farside Pub.
“Mom, I don't like this place.”
Piped up Benny's annoying older sister in that horrid nasally voice she insisted on using whenever they were in public or when she wanted to make a point; the poor girl thought it made her sound more mature.
“Now dear, don't worry too much. We'll find a phone, call a mechanic, and get something to eat while we're at it. Everyone here seems positively friendly. I wonder if their having a Halloween party? Their costumes are to die for.”
Came the caring voice of Benny's mother in orde
He soon brought me to a peninsula looking out upon the ocean, pointing to a raging volcano in the far corner of the world. “Thus you seek is the Land of Discord. Within lies the truth of this world. Find it, and the world’s answers shall be yours…”
“...So that’s it? I just travel to the edge of the world and I magically gain whatever knowledge I need?” I ask, understandably paranoid of the situation as I draw my tools again. I’m sure he noticed the moment they left their sheaths, but the iconic “whrrr” of the drill and saw would be enough to change his aloof attitude.
“...You dare bite the hand that feeds?” He asked, the emblem on his back beginning to glow a sinister red. With a slow motion he begins to hover a half-foot off the ground and turns to face me.
“You’re arrogance shall be your destruction!” He utters, flames crawling along his robe from the emblems on both his front and back. He swings one arm towards me, nearly singing my hair off in a diagonal shave along the side of my head. Though my attempt to counter with a side step is interrupted with a sudden gust of wind from his other hand.
“Fusion Art: Lightning!” He shouts upon feeling contact, the flames and winds circling around me before converging into an electrical maelstrom that sends me down to one knee. Though, thankfully, I play with electricity as well. He seemed to gain a surprised look as the electricity forms down into my tools, attempting again with my drill thrust. However he casted up another gust of wind with a quick spin of his arms. I manage to twirl myself to the side in time to evade, having to dodge in sequence as his other arm quickly rose, both now in the air, as blasts of dirt erupted in my path.
Wait a minute...
“Fusion Art: Ash!” He announced, collapsing both arms down in a quick drop to the ground. Suddenly both the winds and the dirt he casted aloft circled around in a fine powder, blinding me and attempting to seep through my nostrils. I find myself doing nothing but coughing up the ash as he calmly stands back up, seeping water from the ground and dancing it around himself.
“F-*cough*-Fool!” I shout, blasting a beam of electricity at the water wave. He wrapped it in a shield in front of himself in reply, however - despite not actually holding it - he seemed hurt by the attack; starting to crumble beneath it.
“Extreme Art: Ice!” He replied, forming the water barrier into a sizeable icicle and punching it forward at me. As this one flew at incredible speeds it pierced my leg in a poorly-timed dodge, causing me to fall and spin out a bit.
My blood feels… cold… I find myself thinking, breathing heavily as I tried to stand. However once I finally regain the strength I’m met with the flaming sword from before, hovering inches from my face and just over my shoulder. However, one of his arms looked limp as the burning runes from before were rather faint over it. No matter how much I was injured, his own damage seems to match.
“While worthy, to end you now would be wasteful.” He assured, his breath much calmer than mine despite the visible damage. Was he more accustomed to battle than I? Before I could ask I find his body fade away to dust.
Emergency Commissions UPDATE: NOW ACCEPTING POINTS.
Okay, I seriously have been holding this off for as long as I can but now I have no choice but to do this.
I am currently open for emergency commissions.
I'm currently the only one in the house bringing in any sort of a wage, my partner lost his job around Xmas and I need to make some extra money to cover bills/unexpected expenses, etc. that my wage won't cover this month, as I'm due in hospital for surgery in March and could be off work for a while recovering.http://krazykez.deviantart.com/journal/516230119/?edit=1
I am opening 20 commission slots, first come, first served. I will work on each commission in the order they arrive from 1 to 20.
If your commission is far down on the list it may take a while to complete but it will be done eventually. Please don't be afraid to ask me how far I am along with the commissions via DA note - and also keep watching this journal for updates on how far I've pro
I am a raising author who plans to go into Videogame Design. My specialties are in Character Design and Scenario Design, and am willing to help you in your projects in whatever way I can so long as proper credit is given.|
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