My Art and Whatever
My art. If you don't like it, don't hate. If you do like it. Then I guess you like it.
My art. If you don't like it, don't hate. If you do like it. Then I guess you like it.
This a joke. I'm keeping it on here for the sake of laughs but I'm actually writing the serious one right now.
"Do not fear. Do not wait. Do not hear. Do not be late. Do not listen. Do not speak. Do not glisten. Do not leak. Do not follow. Do not fret. Do not swallow. Do not forget." -Unknown Speaker I made him promise not to forget me. I made him promise to not let me go. I was fine with him letting me go now. But I don't th...
You look up at his glowing figure. He reaches a hand down. You grasp hold of it before he asks one simple question. "Would you like to join me?" Shocked, but mostly in pain you gather up what little sense left and shake your head no. "Are you sure?" You nodded and backed away. He only stared questionably at you. As if...
For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...
Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade
Book 2 of Grey WinterGem's Through the Septic Lands 2 figures stand over you, one a smaller girl in a red suit and the other a tall man in a green suit. The green one reaches out his hand and offers you one last chance at freedom. This time you accept, and you are carried away to the sky.