Lyra Apollina lives in the modern day world. I really wanted to show the large gap in their worlds not only through their clothing but in their mindsets as well. The dynamic between the characters is one of the most important things in the story, I think. Rosamund is also a few years older than
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I’ve tackled so many art challenges, it’s almost unbelievable it’s barely near the end of January when I finished Magic Moon Week. Magic Moon Week is an art challenge I stumbled upon on Instagram, created by these artists:@barbaratamilin @nancychalmers @claire.prouvost @petrabraunillustration @hannahjayhollowed @weronika.salach (I didn’t actually know that before I joined… and I joined really
Caroline Allen Caroline Allen liked to stare out of her window, her tea at hand and a cookie within reach. Her hobby consisted of two things: walking and reading. She often did both together, which has gotten a good share of laughs and mocking from her neighbors. They were cruel indeed, but she didn’t give
I wrote this character named Elin for my Circus based story. She’s this lady who knows a lot about life, and about people because she’s lived for a long time. She is first introduced in the story as the aged clown Franc Bodin’s assistant. She’s a bit of a grouch to most people, but in
a Ce Sont les Contes inspired poem Visible confiscated. she felt the struggle between his shaking fingers and her breathing break into whispers and sharp intakes. oh my dear, clementine. Amara. he grasped at her violently with his lips and he fumbled as he took breath of sacred air. oh my dear, clementine child.
Untitled if moments could define us… I would be the tilted sun and she the other me across the sea, the shimmering moon. memories hinder me from forgetting and laughters remind me of how it’s never night here anymore. even with the passing of time her voice still remains whispering beside me and what
NaNoWriMo has been upon us since November 1. Lol. I’m currently writing a story about life, magic, wishes and dreams that we sometimes believe can never come true. The story is about things I’ve experience and seen myself. It’s about love, family, duty and truth. It’s about the dreams we make real and wishes that
Le Magie Margeaux le Magicien held the sparks in her nimble fingers like extensions of herself. Margeaux. Margeaux. They called her name and like a spell she always came out to perform. She dreamed of dreams out of reach but easily seen while in her own world lived the dreams of dreamers.