|MANY THANKS FOR GETTING ME TO THIS LANDMARK...|
We are always watching and waiting, and hoping of course. Of late things have been hard, the places we love are vanishing almost overnight, well in the blink of an eye maybe, as day and night mean little to us. We are creatures of the imagination for you, whom we call the others, but you can serve a purpose still despite the encroachment you inflict and we must suffer.
The rules are these, take one of you, but only one who has sinned. Not a serious sin, something thoughtless and petty and perhaps selfish. Sprinkle the one we take with magic and test them until they earn the right to become one themselves. The testing is difficult, we have spent aeons watching impotently while things we love are destroyed. We have long ages of pen up frustration to expel, and those who are taken are the recipients of all the bile we have stored.
Poor Clara, being led in a magic dust induced haze out of the here and now and into the nearly is, her education about to begin, she winces so prettily as the ring in her nose inflicts its instant command to move upon her.
She does not realise it, but her striving to earn her wings, or not perhaps, is about to begin.
I watch her as her awareness returns, see the incredulity in her eyes, as she struggles to accept the impossible. I smile a little, to reassure her, maybe, and i crook my finger and beckon her to follow me, down the path to redemption, from which, inevitably she will never return ...
Clara couldn't stop feeling this was some kind of horrible dream. It had been such a hot day, and she had only closed her eyes for a moment she thought. Three glasses of wine on hot summers day and a hike through a field from where she had stopped her car to find somewhere quiet to take an emergency pee. Just a little nap she thought, five minutes then she would get back to the journey.
She couldn't move, it was night time which confused her, because it had been early afternoon when she had lain on the soft, sweet smelling grass and closed her eyes. She could feel the grass on her skin, which was wrong, on her breasts, how could that be? Then the tug that hurt her so much it bought tears to her eyes, her wide open eyes and she was forced to struggle to her feet by the insistent pull on her nose. It had to be a dream, though the feel of something binding her wrists tight, really tight, painfully tight was inescapably real.
The moon was shrouded in thin cloud that gave the light a faint yellowish hue, she shivered but it was warm and she knew it was not the temperature that caused her to do so. Her mind wouldn't accept what she was seeing, impossible, a fucking fairy, floating before her and tugging at a chain that was attached to a ring through her nose, her fucking nose! She wanted to scream, just let herself go and scream her head off, but she couldn't seem to make a sound. She kept telling herself to simply drop to her knees and stop, but she couldn't do that either. The fairy tugged and she followed, and while she knew it was a dream, she couldn't do anything except play her part, whatever that might be...
Last night seeking relief from the unutterable boredom of Wayne ( fatso thug ) Rooney leading the reluctant and stuttering charge of the England football team against those mighty giants of world soccer Norway, i did some work on what may, or may not be my next render for DA. I should mention that there was documentary of internet spying by governments and corporations on people like us, it was not as boring as Rooney and company, and prompts me to stick two fingers up and say to whoever is watching what i do online, FUCK YOU!!
Gosh but i digress. Having immersed myself in the newest fantasy to disturb my already less than perfect mind, namely women in prison, and the intricacies of dressing these evil but oddly beautiful ladies in suitably humiliating fashions complete with balls and chains of course, i went surfing some of my favourite DA artists.
I came upon Finality 3D ages ago and was struck by the inventiveness and skill of this talented artist. Often his subject matter is on the very edge, occasionally it tips over that edge, its dangerous and exciting and ....
well maybe you should judge for yourself by following this link finality3d.deviantart.com
While you are there read the journal entry. and in particular the paragraph entitled LOW FEEDBACK.
Everything said there mirrors my own feeling almost exactly. You put your heart and soul into something, work hours getting it right, fret and worry and finally post it. You have laboured like a pregnantt woman to bring this child of yours to the world, well to DA at least, and now its there, for all to see.
okay that last line was for dramatic effect, its not really like hours of agonising labour, about which i know very little having studiously avoided conception, often by luck i suppose.
Anyway, you post your masterpiece and nothing much happens. There are some very special people who always comment on my stuff, even when i know its shit. But by and large the response can be heartbreakingly minuscule.
It won't prompt me to take the drastic steps that Finality has decided upon, but i can i can understand the why of it.
So please take a look around theta dark and edgy place and leave some comments, than go to the Syndicate Wars link and check out the amazing comic art there, and again...
LEAVE A COMMENT!!
Thank you so much
IS THIS SHOUTING? WELL MAYBE IT IS BUT THEN SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO SHOUT TO BE HEARD. HAVE I GOT YOUR ATTENTION, HOPE SO!!|
Some regualr visitors to my place will have noticed that i have been collaborating with jarvik jarvik2009.deviantart.com/ and Danny dannysuling.deviantart.com/ in the writing and illustrating of a continuing story. This project has become very important to the three of us, and we hope that those of you who read it will enjoy it as much as we have. It would be so nice if, having read either the whole thing currently available, or even just one part, you were moved to comment to one of us, Good or bad, we NEED feedback to encourage us to continue, or if you hate it, to GO AWAY. Thank you so much for reading, follow the link to jarvik for the PDF's of the first two parts.