I edit. I wouldn't call it art.
I now use this DA mostly for commissions.
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WingnettesWingnettes by ~Shadocchi
The world is screaming.
It won't stop.
Silver-red specks of metal and feather down fall like rain. Everything is a mess of noise. I'm flung forward and met with a punch from the front seat. Headlights tear through my vision and a hand reaching out towards me fades away in the light. Everything shudders and begins to squeeze in together. The seat crumples and forces me back to crush my wings.
Falling sharp, the rain turns to blood. The seats weep red. My mother, my sisters, my wings, myself all mesh together in red screaming noise and bright headlights that burn into my eyes. I want to fly but I can't move so much as my legs. I want to call out but the ground is falling.
Stop the car.
The sky rushes.
Clouds streak lines upwards, blue and white fade into night. I'm not an angel anymore; I'm a piece of paper, a snapped pencil, a colour running thin.
ApplicationLights up. BEN reads from a pile of letters.Application by ~Shadocchi
BEN: Dear Ben,
I regret to inform you that you are not suited for this job. While your application demonstrated your substantial amount of imagination, we cannot accept a form filled entirely in crayon with pictures of your interviewers doodled in the margins. While you drew a likeness of Mr Isaacs, he is very sensitive about his prominent ear hair and does not appreciate you drawing attention to it.
Pause. Another letter.
BEN: Dear Ben,
thank you for submitting your application to Kmart. Unfortunately, we have no need for a specialised trolley-assembler, nor do we require your particular skills with making Transformer models out of shopping trolleys and wire. If you would like to try for a different position, feel free to fill in the form attached.
BEN: Dear Ben,
we were very taken by your appeal to work for Meals on Wheels and your keen interest in working for us is inspiring. However, our company vans don't nee
Chocolate FriendKeeping in touch after high school was a task. Everyone had said on graduation that they would email or schedule some hang-out days, but promises quickly subsided and a few months deprived of daily contact meant most groups broke up. While I tried to stay with my friends, it was perhaps inevitable for my group to shrink to two: myself, a plain girl studying humanities at the local university, and Clara, an arts student making her way into Philosophy. Assignments kept us separate for the majority of the time, but since we were on the same campus, I was determined to meet up with her and have lunch. Our last conversation lasted a miserly five minutes, but today I had leverage. And purpose... if I could go through with it.Chocolate Friend by ~Shadocchi
We arranged to meet outside a food court towards the back of the campus. It was isolated from most of the faculty buildings and a fair walk from the usual student hubs. A lack of funding meant the iron wall panels had already rusted, despite being installed a few months
Publishing Opportunity no.8The opportunity:
Sorcerous Signals Magazine are open for submissions.
Come, follow the Sorcerous Signals into new realms: Realms of Imagination, Wonder and Magic. Places where heroes walk, wizards weave magic and mystical creatures dwell. Sorcerous Signals is an award winning magazine. Let our writers and artists weave their magic as they beckon you – to step beyond the mundane and into the fantastic.
Put simply, this is for all writers of the fantasy genre. Poetry is allowed, and prose word count limits are at a maximum of 10,000 (though they will occasionally stretch that for a novelette, for those more experienced with the dichotomy).
There is the initial payment (to the author, not from, never submit somewhere that charges for the 'privilege') of $5.00 for stories and $2.00 for flash fiction and poetry. Readers will donate further royalties if they like your stuff so... write well!
How to submit: