short excerpt from Back to Mirando

this is part of the new book I’ve been working on. I’m unsure if I want this part to be real or to be a nightmare. heh

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I can’t help it. I’m scared. I want to get out of here.

I’ve only been back here in Lorren for a week, and now Tasha’s gone. Why? I don’t understand, and I don’t want to wait. Besides, what if that man comes back to kill me in my sleep or something? I pick up my bag and pull my shoes back on my feet, deciding to wait a few minutes, then try to stage an escape.

Sneaking over to the door, I hear the same silence as previously. Pure, dead silence. I put my hand to the doorknob, ready to exit, but then there is a slight creak. To my absolute horror, the knob starts to turn. I sneak backwards, holding my breath and trying to be quiet. The door swings open towards me, again with a slight squeak. I’m hidden behind it in the dark, while faint light from down the corridor seeps into the room. A tall thin figure enters the room. His feet are soundless. It’s unnatural how quiet he is.

My blankets are still rumpled on the bed. He reaches backwards to close the door, but not before I lunge for the opening, screaming. “Help! Help me! Somebody help me!” A hand clamps over my mouth and the door is shut, but I can hear footsteps running down the hall.

The man behind me leans on the door, his arms tight around me. Why isn’t he running away? I bite down on his fingers hard, but he doesn’t even flinch. Instead he laughs softly. His voice is brittle. “My, you will be a fun one,” he whispers, brushing his fingers through my hair.

2am writing

Why can’t I go to sleep at a normal time? It’s even raining, and that’s the perfect time to sleep. But nooo… I’m writing, people are randomly dying and being evil, and it’s pretty much fun. Ah yeah, I like being a writer. :3

So tired though.

It said to enter the title here, so I did

I was up until nearly midnight last night, drawing pictures. 11 pages of pictures. 3 and a half hours drawing pictures of guys in long coats. m’getting better, might post some of the results later.

I copied from a webcomic to start with, to get the hang of it, and now I can do it fairly well on my own. Incidentally, this comic is also one of the best I’ve read, EVER, so I’m going to post the link here. It’s strange and surreal and interesting, and very well-drawn. Really worth the read

On a slightly unrelated note, there’s this website that records and plays back your drawings. It’s pretty cool. Here are a couple I’ve done: link and link.

Sooo, right now I am just listening to music (The Police, Sia, Imagine Dragons) streaming from my bro’s computer over to mine. (So we can both listen, and not download it all twice. He’s clever.) And it’s raining. I’m at the end of my grade six theory book and trying to complete the test. One of the questions seems impossible (it probably isn’t, but I can’t figure it out) and the last couple were annoyingly slow so I’ve abandoned it for now.

Hope you check out that comic, and have a great day…

~Ri

leaping

sketch process

draw with pencil and scan: open in Inkscape and “trace bitmap”: use Gimp to colour underneath the trace, using smudge tool a lot: experimenting without the trace. interesting results, must test more

So much for a happy ending.

Reblogged from A Dancer of Writing:

Let's face it, life is not full of happy endings. And we shouldn't expect that.

There are three things I hate that some people think:

#1: They believe that there will always be a happy ending, no matter what, blah blah blah.
#2: They believe that there's nothing bad happening after there is a happy ending. Hello? This is the real world.

Read more… 178 more words

This is true. :)

the pit

we dig a pit
there is gravelly dirt and
centipedes and worms squirming in the darkness
we can see the shadows by the light of the moon
we dig a pit

you give us money
give us money now, or we’ll burn down your home.
fiery torches flicker against your windows
you can’t pay the price, and I am merciless.
we loot your belongings and set the flames to the wood
it licks up into the sky as you flee
I laugh
we all laugh

we dig a pit
it goes down and down
centipedes and worms squirming in the darkness
our shovels slide into the earth
over and over
making a mound.
we dig a pit

you give us money
give us money now or I’ll put a hole through your head
the trigger is easy in my hand
you were stupid and made a sudden movement
I strip your pockets of valuables as you lay on the ground

we dig a pit
it’s for your mother, my brothers, our friends
we are angry and cold
blood freezing, boiling
a murderous light in our eyes as revenge is played out on many faces
we’re burying our lives
spades thunking into the earth and flinging wet dirt
repetitively
we dig a pit

Arrival

This one took over two hours to finish… not perfect, but I’m definitely getting somewhere, wherever *somewhere* might be. I’m still entertaining the vague idea of being a web cartoonist, or comic artist… at this rate, maybe I’ll get there one day. Here’s hoping.

~Ri

 

Keyhole spying

Inspired by the daily prompt. This is getting more an more fun

Mira, 2

…spend another hour on it, and it comes out like this. A bit better, maybe?