

Pamuya 'Marked Native'Pamuya stared at the palms of her hands in unvoiced horror. Odd symbols started weaving and twisting around her palms, working from the center and going outwards. Her left hand wore what looked like a surreal portrait of the ocean with less detail, bordered by jagged rocks and raindrops. Rippling water took up the base of her markings and minute waves and other portrayals of water overlapped them. Her right hand wore what looked like her portrayal of Inferno, but not as harsh. Flames licked the edges of her palm and danced upward toward her fingers stopping when there was a threat of going past her extremities {fingers}.Pamuya 'Marked Native'
Pa


Maralah 'Marked Native'Maralah sat in lotus position concentrating on the soft yellow dandelion in front of her. Her hands were hovering over her crossed legs, arms slightly bent. The world started to shake in a way she could only feel and she gave a small victorious smile. The dandelion slid into and out of focus, its newfound aura changing colors, as the world around her seemed to dissolve. The markings that encircled her mid-stomach started to shift and she was now in a new dimension. Maralah whooped in victory and the world started to tilt, she slid back into her own dimension. Maralah rested her head into her hands, her soft features contorted with defeaMaralah 'Marked Native'


Underground 2020 slopycopyTaytum pulled her faded black mini jacket around the small patch of skin and clothe the warm leather covered as she tried to block out the chill of a New York winter night. She shivered; it was colder than usual in September. Taytum quickened her pace blocking out the cold not only with the jacket, but also mentally by pushing the brittle chill from her mind. She met her destination, an old, over-used, but hardly-used subway station. She quickened her already brisk pace and speed through the station sliding through the revolving doors and stopping at the set of turnstiles and bullet-proof booth that blocked her from Underground. Clop, clop, cUnderground 2020 slopycopy


Insomniac.The lamp smiles,Insomniac.
the refrigerator hums, the tele talks, and the chair yelps, my coffeepot spits, and my teapot whistles, the stove and the pans complain about the heat, the pipes bang,
the pantry wont stop and listen, the toilet drones on,
the faucet drools, and my bed wont lie straight.
Have a pretty heart. Just wanted to say Thank you for your support! Have a nice day,
Jenna x
--
Fantasy and Surreal Contest!
Win 11 months of Subscriptions + many more prizes
Accepting entries until February 1st
All media and styles welcome
Visit my journal for details
Much appreciated..!
--
The only alternative to coexistence is codestruction. (Jawaharlal Nehru)
--
There is nothing so annoying as to have two people talking when you're busy interrupting. - Mark Twain
--
PEACELOVECHEERS
--
Dream Keeper
--
bleh bleh bleh ...
--
My authentic japanese name is 山下 Yamashita (under the mountain) 三千代 Michiyo (three thousand generations).
Take your real japanese name generator!
--
Check out SeedPress.net, a website for comic and web-comic enthusiasts and creators! Guides, tutorials, art, comics, and reviews abound!
Previous Page12Next Page