Twinflower

Chapter 7 Cello picketed the horses to a tree, where they could easily reach the green underbrush. Viola sat down opposite from Cadenza, closed her eyes for a moment, as ...

I like the second one--especially the bright green trees bending over the water and the path going into the woods. it looks like an inviting place to walk along the ...

This is pretty good for a start and for collecting your ideas, but it could use some polishing. Eerie silence. So much as an insect[']s step is heard. Do you ...

Chapter 6 Cello slapped a hand to his face, and brought it away, staring at the warm red blood that trickled slowly between his fingers. He tried to mop the ...

Chapter 1 Isaac Sperone had a most remarkable pair of boots. At first glance—and second and third glances as well—they were nothing more than a pair of boots. Cracked and ...

Unfortunately, I've already written out the plot line, and the clock doesn't come back for several chapters. there are other characters that come into play soon.....

A portrait of my friend, requested by her: My scanner doesn't pick up all the shading. :x

Prologue: Five thieves were lost deep beneath the city of Triath. They had been creeping about in the sewers, when suddenly they found themselves in a series of tunnels quite ...

Knall but forcibly brought from his pleasant nap. This didn't make sense to me. I think you want to reword it. “Bout’ time your (you're or you were) awake." The ...

Firya and her older sister Trefele:

I was inspired yesterday to draw the characters from my book, and this is the result: Tomas, the main character's impish little brother And Cerinia, Tomas's twin. Her face is ...

I drew these portraits a while ago: She's thinking... Frodo!! Well, it sort of looks like him--we'll just say that's my interpretation of him. And Faramir...for some reason I really ...

A pretty lady sitting under a tree...somewhere in England, I suppose. she reminds me of Jane Austen characters :D

You have given me in abundance A childhood’s worth of broken promises My small hands stored them away Inside a diary garden I secretly tended Hoping that someday, your promises ...