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I can feel the earth giving way beneath my toes. As I watch my house get swallowed into the darkness that is the rift tearing through the street. The world is ending.
I swear someone was pulling on the collar of my shirt. But I’m not sure I can move. Even though the ground is violently shaking, my feet are glued to the spot.
It’s so dusty... I can’t see anything.
Why is it such a bright beautiful day out? I feel like it should be raining or something. But no. Dispite the the despair in the air and fear in my chest. The sun is as brilliant as ever.
I swear someone was pulling on the collar of my shirt. But I’m not sure I can move. Even though the ground is violently shaking, my feet are glued to the spot.
It’s so dusty... I can’t see anything.
Why is it such a bright beautiful day out? I feel like it should be raining or something. But no. Dispite the the despair in the air and fear in my chest. The sun is as brilliant as ever.
writing sample
”Oh.”
”Is that an arm??”
Tommy trots up to the disembodied limb nudging it with his foot.
”Uhhhh yeah. That’s an arm alright.”
”Who does it belong to?” Ranboo inquires, unsure if he actually wants to know. (Or even see them.)
Tommy merely shrugs kicking the cold hand absently
Breaking off a stick from a tree Ranboo slips past Tommy to be on the opposite side of the foreign object.
”It’s really just an arm...?” Ranboo almost chuckles morbidly as he starts prodding it like a dead animal.
”Can you imagine what it would look like if someone was walking around with no arms?” His friend postulates, looking to the setting sun thoughtfully.
”Uhhh you know people like that actually exist right?”
”I ain’t ever seen anyone like that. Proof or it doesn’t exist. I gotta see it with my own two eyes. That’s the rule Ranboo!”
There was something clearly wrong with the both of them.
”Is that an arm??”
Tommy trots up to the disembodied limb nudging it with his foot.
”Uhhhh yeah. That’s an arm alright.”
”Who does it belong to?” Ranboo inquires, unsure if he actually wants to know. (Or even see them.)
Tommy merely shrugs kicking the cold hand absently
Breaking off a stick from a tree Ranboo slips past Tommy to be on the opposite side of the foreign object.
”It’s really just an arm...?” Ranboo almost chuckles morbidly as he starts prodding it like a dead animal.
”Can you imagine what it would look like if someone was walking around with no arms?” His friend postulates, looking to the setting sun thoughtfully.
”Uhhh you know people like that actually exist right?”
”I ain’t ever seen anyone like that. Proof or it doesn’t exist. I gotta see it with my own two eyes. That’s the rule Ranboo!”
There was something clearly wrong with the both of them.
About
And it has always been a dream of mine to be able to do this as a job. I’ve dedicated years of my life to weaving stories in my free time, all ussualy in the quiet seclusion of my room.
Where no one can see It.
But I think it’s about time I start showing it to more people, and helping others with there work. Even if it’s years late.
So hey, from person to person, I’m really glad you read all of this. If your at all interested in collaborating or commissioning me just give me an email or call. We can sort out the details out then. Anyways, thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!
(P.s. I’ve also started dabbling in world building too if that‘s of interest.)
Contact
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