An illustration practice. Here’s a little story, too, or at least some kind of description. They stood at the edge … More
She walked through the landscape of terror. Nightmarish visions flashed around her head, inside her mind, through her heart. Tearing her, pulling her. Destroying her. Horrible creatures of suffering and pain. They weren’t the scary part.
It was the books…
He took a long look in the mirror, got the next stroke on. It was perfect. Slowly the self portrait was taking form. It looked more alive than anything he’d ever painted before, anything he’d ever seen. Every new stroke made it better, every next step made it more real.
He studied every little detail in the mirror, every little colour, every last wrinkle, every shadow. It looked real. More than real. More real than…
Gunshots could be heard from far away. The hunters were coming. Humans. The most dangerous beasts of them all. The … More
No one else knew. No one else could ever know. His secret. His past. Only he knew. From the darkness … More
Marelli sat in his dressing room. How many nights had he been sitting here getting ready to go out on … More