The Sub-Domain

Hey everyone! It's me again! Today I'm going to be sharing some digital artwork done on sketch.io which is a super basic drawing program. It's easy to use, has nice layers, and has cool brushes like fur, webs and stamps. I'm sharing some quick art here, and they are by no means Picasso's, or Michelangelo's, or by some great arty nerd who quotes random paintings...they're by me, the great BOOKISH nerd who quotes random lines from books xD Anyway, let us look at the  so-not-amazing 'Sub's Artwork' exhibition! (This is going to get bad reviews in the newspapers by those stern critics who always carry a gold pocket watch) A rather faulty sunflower is sitting here. Yes, there is a gap in one of the petals (blame vector fill) and the petals aren't amazingly proportioned, but I like the idea of the picture. I'll have to draw this again some other time. Cherry blossom tree. It's made with lots of tiny splatters, and a pen brus

Hello everyone! I'm here with some updates that I am going to add to my blog in the next fortnight or so -w-. I recently have been thinking about lots of things, such as drawing more, outfitz  (okay lol no), and story ideas. Here is my final decision on all this: 🎔 I plan to do Inktober in October. I'm excited for this because a couple of my irl friends told me about this, and I usually use ink for drawing traditionally so I figured, why not give it a go? 🎔 I will pen myself a list of writing prompts every month and get to some of them (but I am still going to do my looooooooooooong stories which never seem to end, an example is 'Clear Skies'.) 🎔 I will be working digitally on more things as well, especially as I've found this super cool drawing thing called sketch.io And I plan to have fun with all you guys! See ya!

I hear the leaves crunch under my foot, Watching the ones on the trees turn red-gold, Hearing the swallows' cry pierce the silent air, I feel heartless, without a care, The dead flowers crack as easy as snow, I have no idea where to go. The golden aspen and the red maple all seem to be waiting, Waiting for me to stomp them down, The ripened pumpkins slacken their vines. Autumn, a season of surprises, Under my feet, Thriving in great quantities, Uttering just one word, "Merciless", No butterflies seem to be dancing around. Is this what we have come to? Such an empty place, As I pull on my sweater, And think about the human race. Quiet, silent trees shiver, As a cold wind blows through, Evening falls on my solitary figure, And leaves fly away.

                                                                           ~*~*~ “Leila!” I looked up as she entered the room. “How did you find me?” I questioned. “Shush!” whispered Leila. “He is asleep.” “What’s his name?” I asked, not quite wanting to know the answer. “I don’t know.” Leila murmured. “I call him the Darkness.” Leila curled up on my bed. “We need to leave. I don’t know when he’ll wake up.” My heart thudded and I opened the drawers. Inside was a pocket watch that had belonged to my mother, and a necklace Ember had given me…just before she had died. The memories swirled round me like dancing fairies; sad ones, not joyful ones. Leila noticed the necklace and looked away, but I could see that her eyes were shining.  I pulled it around my neck and put a packet of stale biscuits and a bottle of water into a handbag, then slung it around my shoulder. I picked up my warm but ragged quilt and pinned it to make a sort of warm cape, then followed Leila out of the

I don't know what this is. I can't call it a story excerpt, because it doesn't have any of the appeal of a story. I can't call this a piece of writing, because number one, I am fed up with that term, and number two, it doesn't sound like one. Not an essay, not an assignment; but here you go, the words of "..." --- Blank. Just blank. It swiveled round in my head, taking away my thoughts. Blankness. Past bits of jumbled-up memories piece together. Did Alice run on a giant pizza on National Doughnut Day? Or was it a giant parking lot? I don't know. I'm blank. If you asked me what my name was, I'd say Blank. Or Empty. I don't even have any color in my thoughts. Not even black and white. Just emptiness. I don't know what to say. Or do. It's no use trying to recall memories. They're gone. I don't have the ability to wonder. Wonder if pizza and pepperoni go together or if doughnuts and spinach go t

Tegan looked at the bird. It chirped merrily. Then it flew away. Tegan was a girl of about twelve, with dark hair and intense green eyes. Anyone looking at her would think, “What a pretty flower of a girl!” But in truth, there was more to her inside. She lived in a quiet roadside shack. Her father worked hard in the tall, shiny buildings opposite, but he never made quite enough money to rent a house. They had managed to build a small little hut on the sidewalk backed up by a dark green fence, but Tegan didn’t know if they could ‘manage’ any more. She had a younger sister of ten, named Ariel, who, like their mother, had cinnamon-colored curls and green eyes. They had constructed a small swing by themselves beside the makeshift hut, and they swung on it every day.                                                                       ~*~ Tegan woke up. Light streamed through a hole and fell on her creamy-pale face, warming it. She threw aside the rags and got out of her little

Hey everyone, how you doing? I'm back with another excerpt that I might post a Part 2 of, but basically, this is sort of like a glimpse! --- I sat on my bed, watching the stars twinkle outside my window. The moon didn’t appear. My head wasn’t really lost in the twinkling lights. It was lost in my memories. Why, oh why did she have to fade away? Why am I left all on my own? Why couldn’t I just press the rewind button and go back to when I was a baby? Why hadn’t I taken the chance to save her? But it was too late. Too late to go back, too late to escape from the trap I had set for myself. Tears streaked my face as I watched the stars disappear, one by one, blinking out. Those are shards of luck disappearing from my life, I thought miserably. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. A shatter, like fragile glass, started breaking my heart. I pushed the blanket off the bed and collapsed on my pillow, the cinnamon curls falling back and hitting the goose feathers gently. My

Hello! After such a long time, I'm back! Yep, computer problems again. But I'm back and posting! When I was on my 'break', I read some new and interesting books, most of them from my local library, 'My Library', in Jeddah. They have some very exciting books so if you live in Jeddah, it's worth planning a trip there! Anyways, I've been changing my reading level recently. For some strange reason, I've been starting to dislike Enid Blyton and been focusing on different books, and today I am going to review some of those books. (I just couldn't decide which one so I decided to make it a combination post) Out of My Mind Out of My Mind is an amazing book focusing on our daily lives and how we treat the people around us. Melody, aged 11, is a girl gifted with exceptional brains but cannot walk and talk - and her muscles aren't amazing either, so she can't write, chew, or even grip something. This novel is given a 4.9/5 from me, because its