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I mentioned here that I was doing Inktober in a different way than normal. That is true. I, over part of October, wrote some of the prompts instead of drawing them, as I have no artistic ability in that field. Here are the first five, which I think turned out the best.

I - Dream

II - Spiders

III - Path

IV - Dodge

V - Map

Enjoy!

Edited November 11, 2023 by The cheeseman

[Edema Rue she/her]

Oo!!

[The cheeseman Don't you dare go Hollow!]

20 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

Oo!!

Any thoughts on them?

[Edema Rue she/her]

1 hour ago, The cheeseman said:

Any thoughts on them?

Yeah, but I have to perform right now so give me like…2 hours.

[The cheeseman Don't you dare go Hollow!]

On 11/11/2023 at 2:22 PM, Edema Rue said:

Yeah, but I have to perform right now so give me like…2 hours.

Alright.

Edited January 29, 2024 by The cheeseman

[The cheeseman Don't you dare go Hollow!]

It's been a while since I've done anything here, but I'm gonna jump in to say that I'm still working on my book. The Doc that's in my signature and earlier in this thread is a little messed up rn, on account of chapter four not existing in it. Once I have some free time, I'm gonna fix that.

As always, I am open to feedback and suggestions. Have a good day!

[The cheeseman Don't you dare go Hollow!]

I wrote this last night to distract myself while listening to this song.

Spoiler

He fought in a line. Not of men, as in battle, but of sand. Ílliam had drawn a line through Daernholm's training yard, and told him to practice his forms as he traveled back and forth across it.

And so he did. Enarë danced slowly down the line one way--his sword turning in his hands like a leaf on the wind and striking like a lightning bolt--and back the other way--his blade twirling like a maelstrom at sea and splitting the air like thunder.

There was more than one way he trained, however. Enarë also trained with the wind. On days where it blew strongly across the fields outside the fortress, he would go out and dance the same direction as the wind. East, South, West, North, it mattered not. He thrust and struck where the wind pointed him. He moved with the wind. Or, he thought, his eyes closed, his body wet with rain, does the wind move with me?

It seemed that way, sometimes. Especially during more violent gusts and storms, he always moved just ahead of where the winds turned and twisted, pulling at his hair even as the Taranis the Thunderer pulled at the titanic clouds far above Enarë's head.

The wind sang to him, to his blade, and he sang back. A song of violence, of power, of lightning arcing across the infinite sky and striking fear into the mortal hearts of Man.

I hope to somehow work this scene, or the vague idea of it, into my book.

Edited January 29, 2024 by The cheeseman

[The cheeseman Don't you dare go Hollow!]

It's been a minute since I've posted anything here. I'll start with a book update. I've stagnated a bit, but as of right now, the interlude I was working on is on hold and I have moved on to chapter… six, I think.

I wrote this the other day, and I can't decide if I like it or not. It's good, but the level of casual brutality is disturbing even to me. So, TW for intense violence and strong language.

The Las-gun: a science fiction short story.

Edited April 8, 2024 by The cheeseman