Fallen Angel – Artwork
(originally from December 2007)
I think it’s *HIS* fault she’s fallen, hee-hee!
It’s Out!!! (via Updates in Plaid)
So, I’m testing the reblog this feature because… well, because this is awesome enough to warrant a test! the long awaited Shades of Plaid by my partner in all things silly is finally available at Smashwords!!
Okay, so there’s no vampires in it, but there’s fifty-two silly stories that make it worthwhile. Even if you’re not into the whole devotional thing, the stories are funny enough to make it worth a read, though the devotional lessons are very good too.
via Updates in Plaid
It’s Out!!! (via Updates in Plaid)
So, I’m testing the reblog this feature because… well, because this is awesome enough to warrant a test! the long awaited Shades of Plaid by my partner in all things silly is finally available at Smashwords!!
Okay, so there’s no vampires in it, but there’s fifty-two silly stories that make it worthwhile. Even if you’re not into the whole devotional thing, the stories are funny enough to make it worth a read, though the devotional lessons are very good too.
via Updates in Plaid
Vampire Art
(originally from December 2007)
These were commissioned (oooh! big fancy artist word for someone-said-“hey-draw-me-a-piture-please!”) * misspelling intentional* by my good friend Carolyn. The characters are hers from a story I hope she will some day finish *cough*cough*
Sorian. He is very close to my vampire, but not quite….. – drawn from a reference image on D.A.
The whole group in pencil
Of course, I made line art versions too…..
The coat doesn’t look as good…..
Tate – drawn off a pic someone sent me. No idea where they got it.
He could probably have used a reference image….
the whole gang in line art
Fav song of the moment – Life is Beautiful – Sixx A.M.
Christmas Collab Poem
(originally from December 2007)
Christmas Jail Break
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze was intense,
Black blinking eyes filled full of offence.
A lovely cold feeling, in his evil hamster heart
as this Christmas Eve night slowly grew dark.
The little girl laughed in his small hamster memory
as she poked through the cage with fingers so scary
and she laughed – how she laughed – sent a chill through his heart
then she hissed, “You’re my captive, ’til death do us part.”
Then she’d gone away, left him caged with his excrement
and so in his malice, his rage at his treatment,
he started a plan that would make them all cry,
“Merry Christmas to all, now you’re all gonna die!”
They deserved it, of course, he knew it was true,
some days he had no water, other days no food.
They’d forget about him in his small hamster cage
and this was the source of his cold hamster rage.
So on Christmas morning, when the girl came once more,
she opened the cage and he leapt to the floor
and the girl, how she squealed as he darted off fast
and she shouted out, “Mom!” as he ran right past.
her mother just screamed, and and moaned for a moment,
then a circus ensued as they chased down the rodent.
The father fell down, tripping over his robe,
crashing into the large free-standing globe,
which fell from its stand and rolled ‘cross the floor
and ran right over the little girl, who stood in the door!
She let out a scream and was bowled straight over
while Mom climbed on a chair and shouted for Rover.
Drool flying around, the dog entered the fray,
and he knocked over the bookcase in search of his prey.
But the hamster just giggled from his dark hiding place
as he watched Dad wiping his now-bloody face.
He laughed uncontrollably at the man’s bloody nose,
and he howled as the mother set fire to her clothes.
She’d fallen from the chair, knocked off by the dog,
and landed in the fireplace, a curly haired Yule tide log.
“Oho!” thought the hamster. “this scene is divine!
Seems you have got your games and I have got mine!”
When at last our dear hamster had had enough fun,
he scampered away, with his old life he was done.
But soon he discovered the empty house didn’t feed him,
and on cold lonely nights, there was no one to need him.
So at last he surrendered, on new Years he was found,
covered in lint and soft pillow down.
He looked at the little girl, his gaze unblinking and long,
trying to say, “Take me back, where I truly belong.”
Then back in his cage our dear hamster went,
’til the next time he revolts over food never sent.
Some Lines from: Prynezza, Glenn, Barb, Cheryl, & Pink Sapphire
As scary as it is, it won! 😀
The Devil is an Angel, too
(originally from December 2011)
I know, it seems like I never draw anyone but the same old characters over and over again, huh? This is our dear Thane in all his “coolness”. As a note of interest, since I drew it, this picture has since inspired a whole line of conversations that led to a book that I and a co-author (the owner of the said Thane) have worked on off and off again over the years. Interesting how that stuff happens, huh?
I still like this one, though his torso is a little crooked…
Song going through my head at the moment – Venus Doom – HIM
Slagle Cemetery in Pictures
(originally from November 2007)
Real quick, a few links! first off, I was shocked to discover that the old sesame street is now deemed unsuitable for children. Really. Go read this if you don’t believe me and then check out the Bert is Evil site for some fun!
Okay, on to the main attraction!
Hubby and I finally found the Slagle Cemetery a few weeks ago. It has a few gems in it, though nothing as fantastic as what a person could find in Europe or the East Coast for that matter. ah well, here are some pics either way.
this looks overgrown but it’s just a damn Yucca plant. I hate those things.
shattered devotion
Time devours all
Eternally seperated
Just cool
black n white
I have an obsession with child graves. I dunno why….
to a yank like me this is pretty awesome…
Cool above ground slab
Can you see the dmonic face?
Born in the 1700’s
I really wanted a couple of these flowers, but hubby was convinced that ghosts would follow us home or something if I took a couple. No one would have noticed as it was a HUGE spread, but whatever…
I like this one
There’s a crypt!!
Awesome water stains
The sunset as we were leaving
ditto
And that’s all for now!
TTTC – chapter 6 page 9
Now that the Terrible Turtle Conspiracy has it’s own website, I’ll no longer post the whole comic here in one long blog. Instead, each week I will post a link to the newest page, like I’ve been doing on Myspace.
What is the TTTC? It’s a webcomic written by Jonathan Harvey and illustrated by me. we add a page every week, so be on the lookout. Why not visit http://TerribleTurtles.com and subscribe?
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Click the image above for full sized turtley fun!
Empty Bed & Haunted – Collab Poems
(originally from November 2007)
Two collab poems this week. First there’s the Haunted poem (which kicked off the story vs poem of yesterday)
HAUNTED:
Like a pale flame you flicker in the darkest corners
Lighting up the shadowed regions of days long gone
A wraith whose footsteps echo through my memories
Flitting away from the quiet corner where you belong
In night I close my fevered eyes and behold your face
bejeweled eyes stare back at me through the mists of time
A breath, a whisper, barely heard against the silence
A glorious demon tempting both my heart and mind.
This pale light disturbs my rest and draws me from my sleep,
disquieting dreams leave me hungry and shaken in my mind
Like a tiger whose prey has escaped through the jungle
Down dark mysterious paths he cannot follow or find
So also have you gone headlong down the roads of life
lost in shadows, the shreds of time immemorial.
in dreams our eyes meet and the world around us disappears
But only can I see this dream, not the reality of mortal soil.
You are forever perfect in my dreaming memories,
Time cannot dim your shining eyes or touch your handsome face
from one page to another as the book of life is read
You;re following my footsteps with sweet, immortal grace
In night I lie awake, wondering how things might have been
had life’s paths lain differently before you and me
Alas, only my sleeping dreams can dare to try and guess
Because in truth you;re just a haunting memory.
One line from – Cheryl
And to make up for only one line, here’s one that uses lots more of other people’s lines
Empty Bed
In tortured pain, the world around us disappears
You stand over me, a smile on your lips as you laugh
And I, I lie weeping on my mourning bed
I bared my soul until my heart fell
But it delved into the abysmal night without cease,
No one there to catch it in it’s flight
What antediluvian monster sleeps
within these shadows behind your eyes?
What false fairytales woven into the
Increments of time?
A delusion as once again my patience
tortures me to tears.
Why can’t I leave you in the bed of your choosing?
Why must i stay, disconsolate, despairing
and drowning in my fear?
Angels beckon, calling our names,
but you can’t hear them.
Your ears are clouded with cruelty and coldness;
obsessive love twisted until it does not
know its own name.
But this time I head their call and
leave you to your games.
Hatred and pain, failure and anger,
that’s all that’s left for me here,
and so, I leave you, in this cold place you have made
My mourning bed I no longer need.
some lines from: Cheryl, Elly, Lauri, Jannrae, pixie, Valentine’s Angel, Jean, Glenn, Prynezza
Poem vs Story – Haunted
(originally from November 2007)
I was working on a poem for the CPCCC, but I came up with something totally different. Though, I didn’t feel that it completely captured what i was going for, or maybe it did(?) – so I tried a story type version. With both of these on the same theme, I thought I’d take this chance to do yet another Poem vs Story and let you decide which is better!
Memories
In the darkest night
You haunt me
Like a specter from a past I cannot hope to shake
In the hazy shadows
You call me
Tempting me from the reality’s that we make
In most secret dreams
You hold me
Arms warm against the chill of star strewn night
In raging passion
You claim me
Hot flesh melding until there is no wrong or right
In the aftermath
You tell me
Though time has rent us, still you won’t forget
In the morning
You leave me
And back I go to this life that I have setIn light of day
You remind me
Whispered words of memories I can’t forget
In the lonely hours
You chain me
With the heavy shackles of my past regrets
In the dimming day
You own me
Chained to a choice I was too scared to ever make
In the evening’s warmth
You taunt me
Asking what might have been and laughing as I break
In the deep twilight
You hurt me
Hateful spirit who nightly haunts my dreams
In the growing darkness
You scare me
Because memories are not always sweetIn the darkest night
You call me
Voice like ice chills me to the bone
In the hazy shadows
You haunt me
Cold demon, will you never fade and leave me alone?
It seems so long ago when our paths crossed and then separated. You went your way and I went mine, too scared to do anything more. How could I make overtures when your feelings seemed so contrary to my own? Yet now, as darkness comes once more to my tiny world, I close my eyes and see your face.
You haunt me.
Like a ghostly wraith, your memory follows my every step. Its footfalls echo in time with mine. I turn and see your face, untouched by time. Pale eyes stare back at me, questions in their depths of all the things that might have been had I only dared. But I used my fear as a shield and I hid safely behind it, too afraid.
You call me.
In the night your voice is lifted. In dreams I hear you say my name and feel your touch. Your lips taste like summer’s wine and my senses overflow as our bodies brush and meld with one another. Promises of forever and whispered words half remembered cling to my fevered brain when I wake in the night with heart pounding. My eyes blink back the dreams that seem at once so real and yet so foreign.
You chain me.
Shackles of regret bind me to your shadow and hold me in this dungeon of despair and sorrow. I can not escape their bite, no mater how I try. Through the window I can see a life, but I can not reach it. I’m held back by these bonds you won’t unfasten. I hate them and I love them. I dread them and I embrace them. They are bittersweet like my memories of you, like summer’s end, the ghostly reminders of what has been before and the warning of the lonely winter on its way.
You hurt me.
Even when the golden dawn brings the warm sun to the skies, still you’re with me. Sometimes slumbering beneath the surface of my soul and sometimes standing in my heart with a twisted knife in your hands. You reopen wounds that should have healed, scars like smiles that mark my skin. And there you’ll stay until my eyes run tears and my soul bleeds crimson.
You own me.
I can not live my life while I am tortured by these doubts. I can not reach for other things held back by restraints of regret, but I can not forsake you. Your picture is printed on every page of the book of my life, hidden in the decorative edges where the eyes can not easily see, yet the soul can feel. And I feel you watching me, taunting me; this spirit of a love never tested presses down on me until I am suffocated in my sleep. From you I get no peace, no rest
You scare me.
And I scream to the heavens, begging for release from this unending hell. Be you man or demon or specter of my own design, I beg you to release me from this prison of remorse. Stop this endless parade of torture that strings from night to day! Release me from the shackles you have bound me in and give me back the life I should be living. Free me from these halls of memories, these caverns of despair where in I tread and let me live! Forgive me for my fears, my inadequacies and cease this maddening torture before it is too late.
But as the night wind whispers in the trees, as the shadows stretch and meld into a sea of darkness, again in dreams you come to me. With arms so warm and safe, you give to me your double edged blade, your two fold gifts: a haven from the world while sleeping, and memories to plunge me into hell while waking.
You haunt me.
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You’ll see the second poem to this set on Saturday for the Cheryl’s Pal’s Share , though I may attempt to slap one together that uses some more lines as well, so I may have two this week.
I suppose this was random enough and so doesn’t warrant a “Random Things…” segment. Pity though, I have some lovely cemetery pictures uploaded finally! Maybe next time?
Instead, though, how about a “Random complaint”?
This thing is slow, nothing will connect and I am getting irritated.
That was a random complaint bought to you by Alltel Phone company, Acer Laptops and Yahoo Messenger.
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