“Couldn't have gotten anything from it. It was like trying to pick a needle out of haystack in the middle of a storm...or like trying to get the facts from a guy who heard it from a guy who heard it from another,” he explained as if not completely sure of the details himself. “In the end, what's...
August turned back just in time to see Ariel draw her weapon and immediately stepped between her and Mr. Yates, “You don't want to do that,” he said, hand raised in a steadying gesture. The shards of flying glass and billowing smoke, the products of the exploded family entertainment system...
We've got a bunch of threads discussing varying medias, have threads discussing entertainment and art, but we don't have anything purposed towards learning and growth. I propose that we use this space here to do that. Post links to documentaries and other materials that can help expand out minds...
I think the one thing that strikes me the most is that the lighting on the face feels really harsh. Not being much of a pen and pencil artist myself I don't know how to correct it or how to articulate an approach to adjust your method, but that's one thing that I noticed.
I don't think there's any trick to it really. You just have to sit down and start writing. I think that some folks tend to get hung up by this romanticized creative space or their muse and end up creating barriers that impede the process. If you're worried about writer's block, instead of...
August carefully brushed the shards of glass out of his hair, the debris turning to a fine powder just before reaching the floor. Ariel was right, he definitely didn't appreciate that course of action, not simply because it was reckless, but if the proverbial coin-flip hadn't gone their way, the...
August slowly turned about on his heel, his gaze narrowing to regard his partner with a mix of emotion so pointedly drawn the surface that it would have passed as a A+ visual sting on a day-time television soap opera. For a brief moment it crossed his mind that his partner may have fancied...
Oh there was this one incident where he was hired to ghost write a story about ghosts occupying some kind of Native American burial mound. Guess what happened with that project? I'll give you one guess.
HP Lovecraft is a case of a man with interesting ideas who got obsessed with those ideas to the point that they became a crutch and, when considered objectively, are executed repetitiously to the point of self-parody. When you read enough of his stuff, especially within a relatively short amount...
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