This is probably the first short story I've written in a while. Particularly the first one that's not fanbased. *amused* I'm rather pleased with it, although it's nothing like my normal style. It's also very strange the way it's written. For those of you who check it out, leave me a comment either on the site or in my journal. I'm curious as to what people think, and apparently people on DevArt don't ever comment on my things. x.X... Probably because I don't comment on anyone elses.
Ah well. I worked some bugs out of a previous drawing, but it seems that I've hit an artist block now. I need one of those large painting canvases so I can just splash paint all over the place. I think my mom might get a bit upset with me if I do that now, so... *laughs* I'm curbing the urge. *sighs* Maybe this block'll just blow over. Until then, I'm going to force myself to draw at least with pencil and paper so that my hard earned skills don't get too rusty. That's what happened last time I hit a block like this, and it really set me back. And since I don't want that happening again... yeah.










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HI my name is Mike Donnelly. And this is my art, most of my peices are of my original characters for a story I am wrighting. Please have a look and I would love to hear what you think.
My Gallery [link]
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The Doctor: Well if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privilege as a traveler in time.
Rose: Ten quid?
The Doctor: Done.
Happy Easter/Passover Watcher!
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The Doctor: Well if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privilege as a traveler in time.
Rose: Ten quid?
The Doctor: Done.
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Our hearts were made of the same
materials: paper, poppies,
a handful of stars.
my writing
my stock
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