Summer 2013

So I didn't do much writing this summer, but I did draw a bunch, especially in San Antonio.

These first two are portraits of people that I'm making up.  Not really for a story or anything, but just because I like to make up worlds and cultures and create histories and such.

This one is a portrait of Zakar and his adoptive mother Zagara.  They are shown in front of their mud brick, thatched roof house in the center of Zoronsport, a coastal trade city of their agricultural society.  He was chosen as the representative of what is considered attractive in their society, and she accompanies him as representative of the majority of the populous' appearance.

This is Naebhum of Naeghara.  He was chosen as representative of what the Naegharan society finds attractive.  The tattoos (symbols borrowed from Hindi) on his arms are reprinted at right and mark his status as a slave.  The one on top is the first letter of his name, and the second represents his particular job as a slave (which happens to be a more prestigious job than many of his fellow slaves, due to the fact that he is so attractive).

This is a little thing I made up at the beginning of the school year to commemorate my beginning my Probability course this year. :)

Directory

This directory lists all my stories so that they can always be found easily. :)

It's been a long time, but now I'm back at school it'll probably be even longer....

Don't forget to comment!  I like to know if people are reading.

Poems

 - 1 Corinthians 10:6-13 in couplets (c. 2009)

 - A Friend's Tears (2012)
 - Buy a Dolorian (2012)

 - Determined to Fly (2012)

 - I Long For Death (c. 2009)
 - What Took So Long? (2012)

Short Stories

 - The Door (2011)

Chapter Stories

 - The Other Brothers (2008-2012)

 - The Utopia Series (2012)

Art
 - Summer 2013
   --"People of Zoronsport" (2013)
   --"Naebhum the Naegharan" (2013)
   --"97% of the Fun" (2013)

 - Computer Generated
   --"Courage" (2013)
   --"Waking Up" (2013)
   --"Blackbird" (2013)

 - Dragons
   --"Chinese Dragon" (2012)
   --"Christmas Snake" (2012)
   --"That Awkward Moment..." fanart (2012)

Computer Generated

Here's another publication of art...

This one is comprised of all my favourite quotes about courage.

"Courage" has been one of the themes that I focus on to keep me going when times get rough.

This is a goofy little thing I made the other day called "Waking Up"

I always liked the Beatles song Blackbird, but when I heard Julie Fowlis sing the song in Scottish Gaelic, I was captivated by it.  I've learned to sing it, because the Gaelic words feel good on my tongue like audible candy.  The lyrics in this picture are actually the Irish Gaelic translation of Blackbird, because I could not find the Scottish Gaelic lyrics that Julie Fowlis sings anywhere within the reach of Google.

What Took So Long?

Someday at last I’ll find a man
Who’ll take me in his arms
And kiss as only one love can.
I’ll know at last I’ve found him.
From his kiss I’ll pull away,
Slap his face, and then I’ll say,

“What took so long?
Where were you through the lonely years
Through broken-hearted tears?
Why did I have to search so far
To only now be in your arms?
What took you so darn long?”

A fateful day will come in time.
He’ll put his hand in mine,
And sinking to one knee
Pull out a diamond ring.
He’ll ask if I will be his wife.
I’ll lift him up and then reply,

“What took so long?
Where were you through the lonely years
Through broken-hearted tears?
I hoped and prayed for any sign
For one who’d be forever mine.
What the blazes took so long?”

As our time draws to an end,
Now he at last my lifelong friend.
Every ounce of tears and pain
Was worth the time I spent with him;
And for a love as real as his,
I would have waited two thousand years.

Dragons

So I decided that I don't just have to share stories, but I can also share my art.  Recently I've been drawing lots of dragons so I decided to share a sampling of my recent doodlings on the subject.

First, I have a "Chinese Dragon."

This I have dubbed "The Christmas Snake."  While not strictly a dragon, its serpentine qualities put it in a similar category.  I am also working on incorporating Celtic influences into my artwork, which you can maybe see on the branch, except it's a bit small here.

"That Awkward Moment When Smaug and Bilbo Become Flatmates..."

Yes, I'm a geek.  I know.  This is my Hobbit/Sherlock fanart.  In case you don't know, actor Martin Freeman plays both John Watson and Bilbo Baggins, and Benedict Cumberbatch is both Sherlock Holmes and the voice of Smaug. :)

A Friend's Tears

“Have you ever had a broken heart?”

The forlorn lover cried,

“And from your love been torn apart?”

Young tears stood in her eyes.

Younger still, her friend beside

Outstretched a comforting hand,

“Ne’er have I surfed the lover’s tide

Nor been washed to lost-love’s sand.

“But heartbreak is not only given

To those who from their lads are riven.”

Confusion crossed the lover’s face

And to it her friend replied.

“Heartbreak comes to expatriate displaced

With no friends at their side.

“Heartbreak is also a father’s love

That is a love no more.

Where once told tales of heaven above

Now throws out insults heavily sore.

“Heartbreak is when home is gone.

Darkness invades from deep inside

And every hope seems flown.

No one answers when you cry.

“Heartbreak comes too when a hero’s lost

On the battlefield of cancer.

Grandfather dear has Jordon crossed

And sees no more his little dancer.”

The lover weeps at pain so deep.

The friend now lends a shoulder.

Soon gone, the lover’s tears don’t keep,

But the friend's tears make love stronger.

Buy a Dolorian

They say that time will heal the wounds
But sadly I'm still missing you.
So I keep moving faster,
Hoping that time moves faster too.

I wish I could buy a Dolorian
And drive to a future where I'm with you.
I'd never go back:
This would just be a memory in the rear view.

But time has a mind of its own,
And instead of letting me leave,
It keeps dripping slowly and
The scars on my heart just won't heal.

The pain makes me want to jump
Off the Empire State building.
Flying through time to when
I had just met you and fallen.

As if time could be in a bottle,
I'd drink it up faster and faster;
Hoping time would disappear
But that only makes it go slower.

If I could meet an angel whose touch
Could zap away the pain,
Or if time could be rewritten
So that you would come back again.

Instead I'm stuck in the storm without you.
I'd fling myself around the sun
To bring our love
Out of extinction.

Maybe somewhere is a parallel universe
Where a version of you holds a version of me.
But I'm stuck in the void with a broken heart
And memories of a love that was not meant to be.

Though it seemed so right,
My time with you
Was never meant to be.
'Twas a wrinkle, a fluke.

In frustration, I'm punching the clocks
Like tenderized meat,
Hanging them out to dry
And making time melt on the trees.

So either I'll have to learn patience
And wait for the right time to come,
Or else I'll be growing daffodils
On my grave with their leaves in the sun.