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How are you all doing? Wonderfully, I hope. I've just got a couple things to address. I've been a lot more active on dA and I've recently gotten a lot of new watchers. So, I'm going to do a feature journal! This idea was brought up in a forum where =AnaDalle
had a journal for features. So, along with featuring her, I am also featuring 10 more deviants! First 10 commenters will get featured with three of the pieces I like best in their gallery, BUT, I shall be making things more interesting! If one of the 10 commenters is one of my watchers, they shall be featured with 5 pieces instead and will receive a critique of any piece they wish
They must simply include the piece they want critique on in their comment!
Also, I'm changing the date for the "Take Me To The Night Contest" to October 1st
. This will be the final update and all entries MUST be in by this time. If you haven't heard about the contest, it's worth checking out! 1 year premium membership, lots of features, critiques and art to be won! Check out my original journal here: therockmonster.deviantart.com/…
In other news, I move to Vancouver in less than a week!! I'm so excited yet nervous at the same time. Also, I apologize for not uploading as much as I would like to, but all my art supplies is currently traveling through the mail to my new home XD Once I get all settled in, I shall certainly start making more deviations
Best to you all!
The Rock MonsterFEATURES
Nothin'Ain't need nothin'. I got you.
I Don't Have A Title For ThisPurple on Pink.
Red on Grey.
The bruises on his skin ran up and down his arms. Purple on Pink.
The blood in his hair trickled slowly down his forehead. Red on Grey.
His eyes once shone bright blue, so full of life, so full of joy.
Now they were dull, full of blood and tears.
His skin was soft and pink, only a freckle here or there.
The bruises hide everything now.
His footsteps increased speed, leaping over logs and dodging branches.
Like how he dodged those fists.
His enemy was the one with black hair.
An evil smile from cheek to cheek,
and big green eyes.
Why did he hit him? The one with the black hair...
Weren't they friends?
What had he done?
Was he not good enough?
He tripped over a rock, but did not stop running. The platinum hair covered his eyes, blinding him like the blood and tears. But he had to run, u
Her Red CoatScent of smoke
On her red
A size too
Hanging in my
I loved her,
Dance with Death Wrapped in malevolent shadows, the church would only grant entrance to those with an invitation.
Sitting in the pews, eagerly awaiting his arrival, she began to play with the hem of her black dress. Cold air met the back of her neck and ran down her spine. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her body. She was becoming susceptible to the cold. And that scared her. Only the old or the dying felt frost's embrace, and she refused to be either.
Tashlir would have to arrive, soon. She had stayed in this little village far longer than expected. It was custom for her to breeze through towns and villages but judging from the moon's passing, it has been three weeks since she arrived. It had been a fortnight since they had argued.
After making his acquaintance, she soon found herself obsessed. Libitina had sat in every rite and sermon Tashlir had held, taking every opportunity to listen and talk to
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