More Changes were Made + Working on New Chapters

Hello, everyone!

I been busy working on the drawing that I mentioned in my last post. I’m also working on the new chapters of my novels. I finished making changes to the page, “Dusk + Dawn (Animated Series)”. To see the changes, check out the page.

Right now, I’m working on a list of characters. I’m researching Japanese myths and legends to use in “Dusk + Dawn”. Once I’m done with it, I’ll show it to you all; I’ll even add it to the page.

Anyways, that all I wanted to share with you. Have a nice day!

New follower + The start of a new chapter

Firstly, I discovered that the site has a new follower. Allow me to thank Jack Bennett for following the blog. I hope you enjoy yourself and I hope you check out the pages. Speaking of which, I just added the new chapter of “Realm of Madness”. If you want to read it, click here to visit the page.

Also, I’m starting a new chapter of my other story, “Maybelline the Magnificent”. I only have the beginning of the chapter, but I still want to show it to you. I’ll let you know when I’m done with the chapter.

Here it is:

Chapter Four: Maybelline’s Hideout

Maybelline glanced at the wall clock above the nightstand, then at Joey’s bed. The small lump underneath the white blanket was still, saved for the steady rise and fall of what appeared to be Joey’s chest. It was a little bit before midnight and Joey was fast asleep in his bed. He had fallen asleep halfway through Maybelline’s story and she had tucked him in with the blanket. Not bothering to change into her nightclothes, Maybelline had climbed into her own bed and tried to sleep herself. It was nine o’ clock when she laid down to sleep, and it was four in the morning when she awoken.

Slowly, she climbed out of bed, put her the boots back on her feet and grabbed her hat and coat from the bedpost. On her way to the door, she grabbed her toolbelt from the bedpost. She opened the door, wincing at the creaking it made. She glanced back at Joey, who was, fortunately for her, still asleep. She breathed a breath of relief, before heading out the door and closing it behind her.

                                                         

On the borders of Cobalt County, she stood near the lone, rusted post that was Cobalt County’s only bus stop. She was waiting for the midnight bus that would take her to Neon City. After thirty minutes or so of waiting, the blue and yellow bus was seemed coming up the hill. It stopped in front of the post. With a metallic clink, the door swung open. The driver, a middle-aged man with a grey beard, tripped him hat to Maybelline as she stepped into the bus. He asked her where she was going at this early hour. She told him that she was just making a trip into the city to buy some breakfast.

She paid the fare and took a seat behind the driver. The bus started and they rode down the winding road. The ride was quiet, saved for Maybelline answering the bus driver’s many questions. He asked why she was buying breakfast so early. She took him that the stores always had the best stuff early in the morning, which seemed to satisfy him. He then asked about her parents and about her friends. She didn’t how to answer those questions, she didn’t have any parents or friends, so she took him whatever seemed to satisfy him.

As the bus rode down the road, Maybelline watched the small, one-story houses pass by in her window. Cobalt County was a rural area. It was empty, saved for a handful of houses that were at least a mile apart from each other. Whenever Maybelline rode the bus into the city, she couldn’t help but feel sorrow. Everything about Cobalt County was depressing. The houses were small, cramp, and unstable, saved for the orphanage, which was the largest and oldest building in the county. The land was hard and, for most of the year, not suitable for farming. The people were hard-hearted and lack compassion.

That is it for now. Have a nice evening!

Some changes were made

I just made some changes to my page on “Mind Games”, the game I’m planning on making some day. If you want to see what changes I made, you can go to the page by clicking here.

Among the changes, I added a picture that I made.

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Headshot of Helga Von Groud

This is Helga Von Groud, another character from “Mind Games”. She is the assistant of the main character, Cammy Angel. I made this drawing a few weeks ago and forgot to show it to you. So, here it is.

I hope you like it. Well, have a nice day.

 

Sketches

I just put the first few chapters of my new story, “Realm of Madness”, in its own page. Click here to see the page.

I also have some sketches to share with you. I’m still working on them and I might just start over and try to draw them better, but I thought that it would be nice to show you what I have so far.

Well, here they are:

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This is a sketch of my characters, Zane and Zilla Fey. Zilla had just hopped on top of Zane while he was reading a book. They share a laugh. Since the two live together, this sort of thing happens all the time.

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This is a sketch of my other characters, Dusk and Dawn Suzuki, when they were younger. As you can tell, they are very close.

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The final sketch is of Dusk’s and Dawn’s mother, Lotus Suzuki, holding their baby brother, Orion. I think I may had made her head too big, but I can always fix it.

That is it for now. I will talk to you later. Have a nice day!

New Follower + New Story

Firstly, allow me to thank Millie Schmidt for following the blog. I hope you enjoy what you see.

Secondly, I just updated “The Infinite Guide”. Now, there are two new chapters to the story. To see them, click here.

Lastly, I wanted to share a brand new story that I am working on. The preface and the first two chapters are done. I’ll put them in its own page soon, but for now, here are the preface and the first chapter:

Preface: My Name is Mary…

Hi.

My name is Mary.

Mary Sweets.

You’ll have to excuse me. This is my first time on a site like this and I’m a little nervous. I just thought it was a good idea to start with my name; I didn’t know how else to start. Like I said before, I’m a little apprehensive about sharing my story. Nonetheless, I needed to tell my story to someone. When I discovered this site, with it creepy stories and bizarre anecdotes, I thought it would be the perfect place to write my story. I doubt that anyone would believe me, I mostly want to tell it just to prove to myself that it wasn’t make-believe; that it wasn’t all in my head. There’s another reason I’m writing this: I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to forget the most traumatic experience in my children that would ultimately lead me to my improvement as well as the six people who would become my best friends in the whole world. Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.

This story–my story–is going to be a long one. I would love to type this all in one sitting, but, due to forces that are beyond my control, I can’t. Consider this first post as a preface and the later posts as chapters. In hindsight, I should have just written a whole novel and send it to the nearest publishing agency, but, like I said before, I doubt that anyone would believe me. My story isn’t a sad one, nor is it a scary one. However, there are some parts of my story that are depressing and even disturbing. Consider this a warning: this story will contain violence, gore, vivid images of graphic scenes, the death of innocence, and other mature subject matter. If any of this doesn’t appeal to you, then I suggest that you stop reading. Listen to me, getting ahead of myself again. Sorry. I’ll just start from the beginning.

Like I said before, my name is Mary.

Mary Sweets.

Chapter 1: Before the Madnes

It was the thirty-first of May, in the year 2018. The school year was ending and autumn was slowly turning into summer. The once crisp, golden brown leaves that would fall from the tree branches became an almost radiant shade of green; some trees were even blooming lovely pink flowers. Tomorrow was the first of June and I would be turning twelve-years-old. The party that my class held for me earlier that day was good. “MARY SWEETS, COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” The shrill, raised voice of my mother rung in my ears, but still, I didn’t move from my hiding place. In the far corner of the playground that was built behind my elementary school, were lush bushes surrounding a tall, wide oak tree. It was there where I seat, underneath the tall oak tree, hidden by the bushes.

I was a petite girl; only four feet tall and sixty-five pounds. I had pale green, round eyes, fair skin, and long black hair that was tied in twin ponytails by large, bright white hairbows. I had a petite nose, rosy cheeks, and a round face. I was wearing my favorite white, short-sleeved blouse under my favorite black denim overall skirt. I was wearing my favorite pair of white socks with black polka-dots and my favorite pair of black dress shoes.

“MARY SWEETS!” I heard the voice of my mother again. She was calling on for me to come out from my hiding spot. It was the end of the school day and the other children were gone. The only people left in the school were the janitors, some teachers, and my mother, who was looking for me. “MARY!” She yelled again. I didn’t move from my spot. I wasn’t a disobedience child, quite the opposite. I always did what I was told, I never acted out or throw temper tantrums, and rarely did I do anything that would be considered rebellious. It was just that, on that day, I wanted to be alone; I didn’t want her to see me cry.

Cool tears ran down my cheeks like rivers and I was trying my best to silent the sniffles and whimpers that was coming from my mouth. I wrapped both of my eyes with my hands, but so soon as the previous tears were gone, new ones took their place. I hugged my knees, which were pushed against my chest, with my tiny arms. “MARY!” My mother screamed again. I could tell that she was getting impatient and angry. I continued to cry and sob quietly. I was staring downward at the soil. Tiny insects, like worms and beetles, were crawling around my shoes. “MARY SWEETS!” I didn’t want to disobey her, but, at the same time, I didn’t want to come out. I just wanted to be alone with my tears. You might be wondering why I was crying. The reason behind my tears would become clear to you soon enough

“MARY!” My mother yelled again. “IF YOU DON’T COME OUT BY THE TIME I COUNT TO THREE, I’M CALLING YOUR FATHER!” My sobs suddenly stopped and grasp escaped my mouth. I could tell that she wasn’t joking; she meant what she said. If I didn’t come out in less than three seconds, I would only find myself in more trouble than I already was. “ONE!” My mother began to count. “TWO!” Finally, I begrudgingly stood and walked around the trunk of the tall oak tree, in clear view of my mother, who was standing in the middle of the playground. As she stomped toward me, I wrapped the remaining tears from my eyes, hoping that she didn’t noticed.

My mother, Susan, was a slender, beautiful woman. Like me, she has long black hair that fell from her head in curls and framed her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were the color of sapphires, big, round, and shimmering sapphires. She had an ample chest, suntanned skin, and full lips. She wore a black dress that stopped at her knees and hugged her body. Her black high heels were undoubtingly getting soiled in the grass and dirt. She was wearing a lot of make-up; pink eye shadow, pink lipstick, and pink blush on her cheeks. She grabbed me by my wrist and pulled to her side. “Don’t EVER hide from me again!” She said through clenched teeth, her eyebrows knitting at the center. “Especially when I’m calling you. Understand?” I feverishly nodded my head. “Good.” Her face relaxed, if only just a little. “Now let go home.”

With that, my mother dragged me toward our blue sedan, which was parked outside the front entrance of the school. My school was about twenty minutes away from my family’s house, thirty if you walked. My family and I lived in the suburban part of New Jersey-Hamilton to be exact- so everything wasn’t too far away. If we needed something, we would just hop in the car and drive there. I’ve never really been outside of New Jersey. I sat quietly in the passenger’s seat as my mother drove down the different streets. I watched from my window the many shops and family-owned businesses that we pass by. My mother didn’t speak to me until we were at the house.

New Follower! + Update

Good news! The site have gotten another new follower!

Thank you to Elan Mudrow for following! I hope you enjoy what you see!

Also, I’m not sure if I posted this already, but I have updated the “Midnight Embrace (Novel)” page; there’s is now a new chapter. To read the newest chapter, click here!

Right now, I’m working on another chapter, all while trying to be on top of my school work. So, in case I don’t post any new chapters, I’ll be posting a preview of chapter three.

Enjoy and have a lovely evening!

Chapter Three: School Assembly (Preview):

“Oh!” I said in surprise. “Of course; that explained everything.”

For those of you who didn’t know, Flos was a nation ruled by a constitutional monarchy and the head of that monarchy was the thirteen-year-old princess, Florentina De Rhododendron. Being the princess of an entire country, Flo, that was what we called her, was born into a life of luxury. Being the only child, her mom, Queen Rosa De Rhododendron, and her dad, King Anther De Rhododendron, spoiled her; they gave her everything she wanted because whatever the princess wanted the princess got. Everyone was afraid that she would grow up and become a spoiled brat, and she probably would have, if it wasn’t for the fact that her parents passed away in the royal family’s private train. You see, while on route to the nation next to ours, a massive snowstorm appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The train derailed and fell into an enormous lake. Everyone, except for Flo, who was eight at the time, either drowned or froze to death.

Ever since the accident, Flo’s cheerful, outgoing, and warm personality changed. She became aloof, cynical, and cold toward everyone, saved for me, Alex, August, and Freddie; we were probably her only friends. Her face was always set in a deadpan expression; she rarely smiled, and when she did it was only a half-smile. Of course she still cared about Flos and the common people, she just loss the capability to say it. Ever since her parents passed away, she had been having trouble saying ‘I love you’ to anyone. I think she could only ever express her love to her parents and now that they were gone, she didn’t feel the need to say these three words again.

All the youth in Flos had a lot of pressure on them, myself included, but Flo might have the most amount of pressure on her in all of Flos. She was, after all, the sole heir to the throne. Can you imagine the kind of responsibilities that goes with being a queen?  All the people who are dependent on you? The kind of sacrifices you would have to make? A part of me was worried that Flo wasn’t ready for being a queen, but I couldn’t say that aloud.