Snapshot!

These last few days have been so intense for me. In a good way. All of you already know I’m getting into painting. You also know I have a YouTube channel you can find here. I have so much going on, between illness, autism, my mum having cancer, and my uncle dying, and right now I’m trying to find…

Containment Breach

The hallway swam in shadows as the overhead lights flashed. The radio was silent, there was barely electric and plenty of gas. Doors half-open, chairs were strewn about. Documents fluttering in the air of an otherwise empty room. The screen of the monitor took up an entire wall, It was filled with dozens of smaller…

Fairy Moon

I’m an artist, of a sort. So, here’s another drawing of mine I did on Damuro.

Arts & Crafts: The Start of a Beautiful Life

Despite the fact I’ve been up for close to thirty hours, I’m on a roll. I’ve snared a mouse with a trap. Deader than a doornail, that thing. A quicker fate than poison or my cats toying with it. War has been announced and I’m coming onto the field with traps meant for thieves. I…

Damuro: Round ___?

I’ve said, earlier, that I’m in a rut. Said it hours ago. Well, now, at this moment, I found a few things which are helping quite a lot. I do have a DeviantArt profile, where I’m known as 93Miller, and I have this habit of making digital, abstract art when I’m there. I’m not there all that often,…

When The Muse Doesn’t Sing

For those of you who know me, I’m a creative individual. I’ve been here, on WordPress, for a while now. A little over a year, I think. Maybe a bit under? Give or take. Anyway, in all that time, I’ve been able to think of something to say. Sometimes it might be a quick little story, other…

The Soul of a Reaper

Long Has He Been An Unsolved Mystery, A Black-Cloaked Fellow Who Keeps To Black. Traveling From World To World, Alone, Always Alert, Listening, To The Sorrow Of Mortal Songs. None Know His Name, Not Truly, Few Have Seen Him To Tell The Tale. Dressed In Black, Scythe In Hand, Tall And Quiet, He Guards The…

Dark Tracks

There was a Shadow existing in his mind. It had pale skin and glowing eyes. When the sun went down, it would appear. It would smile, all fake cheer. They would talk and dance, remember all that had passed. They would go to the forest and sit by an empty crib. The Shadow would ask…

Acrylics: Take One!

Of recent, I have taken an interest in Fluid Acrylic Painting. It’s a messy form of art, one that calls to me. So I went out, bought a few things I would need, and gave it a shot. The picture isn’t all that great, but the colors are okay. It’s a bit muddy. I didn’t…

The “Fem” Behind Femininity & Feminism

It has come to my attention that femininity and feminism are two very different things, a fact which shocked the hell out of me. I’m not entirely sure when this realization came upon me, only that it did and it left me with a whirlwind of questions and thoughts I had not yet found an answer to. Over the…