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July 14, 2018
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June 25, 2018
Focus: Chapter One
This is a piece I worked on about a year ago. It started out as a side project to do in my spare time and it hasn’t gained much traction since. I am feeling the urge to return and finish it up as it is 2/3 of the way done. This is chapter one. Enjoy. Comment below.
Coldness throbbed through her cheek, the flesh searing, aching, the slow seep furrowing its way into her tender and brittle bones.
What happened?
Her lethargic eyes opened, and her vision swam. She stirred, her body protesting the rash movement. The bend in her left arm throbbed. Like the unstoppable water rushing over the fall, one thought flitted through her mind like a scythe through wheat.
Who am I?
She rolled to her back. An explosion of panic rippled through her, the heat in her chest hot and unbearable. Her eyes stung; did she want to cry? Terror clawed at her throat. A weight settled on her chest like someone’s boot crushing her bosom. Beneath the fear, the panic, the terror that threatened to possess her, a justifiable anger rose within. Hysteria wouldn’t help her now, and the resentment towards the vulnerability she embodied gave her focus.
Vague impressions crept waywardly through her mind like a stumbling drunk, their impacts sudden but never lingering. She bent her left arm, working out the soreness. After a few moments, her hand went to her face, gingerly touching the numbness. Pins and needles rippled across her skin. All the while, she asked herself what happened.
In the quiet, her breath roared in her ears, rivaling the echo of brontide thunder. The room around her hinted at the smallness of the building beyond her sight. In her mind, the room constricted, bringing back the tightness of her chest.
I’ve got to get out of here, but where am I? How would I get out?
Again, the anger flared, that vulnerability resurfacing. Panic wouldn’t help her.
I am in control, she told herself. Reality differed significantly from her current mantra, but it contributed to keeping her grounded. Still, something undefined, something untouched, prevented her from submitting to anxiety.
What’s my name?
A void, a deep darkness suffused her mind, covering her thoughts like a wool blanket.
I know something is there. I know I had a name. Everyone has a name, but what is mine? Who am I?
The thought of other people having a name jarred something in her. Maybe she wasn’t alone? Maybe there were others? Did the same thing happen to them? What if they couldn’t remember either? What if they could, and she was the only one that couldn’t? The tightness in her throat returned, and the heat she once felt in her chest came rushing forward.
Something sufferable is tolerable and better than nothing at all.
Calmness fought against the onslaught of trepidation. She had to remain in command, control, disciplined; to do otherwise meant … something. It was the beginnings of a thought, a memory, of that she was sure, but it remained aloof, aloft, inaccessible. Still, the quietness slithered, smooth and slick like the scales of a serpent. A chill rushed up her spine, and she shuddered. And then, whatever restraint she had over her dread vanished.
In an abrupt moment, she bolted for the door, somehow knowing they’d open.
Freedom and answers lay just beyond, she thought. They have to.
May 30, 2018
Last Northern Lights
Last Northern Lights for a while… this one was requested. Hope she’s happy with it.[image error]
May 23, 2018
May 22, 2018
1st Seascape
My posts are a little out of order, but here we go…lots of fun on this one. I think the ocean is my new favorite thing to paint.[image error]
Clouds and mountains
I also need to improve my clouds, so, I decided to make some friends for my mountains. [image error]
4th Painting
Had a bunch of blue. Since I am new to painting and terrible at mountains, I decided to practice.[image error]
