vacant.Look at her; she’s a porcelain doll with never-ending milk legs all stapled to the bed, thirteen years young with forty-eight years suffocating her figure. He’s right up to her baby lips, offering cigarette breath and grinding his stubble on her cheeks, it reminds her of gravel and she closes her eyelids as it falls across her neck, inhaling the cloud of dust.vacant.
The curtains are draped across the sky, dried blood red casting shadows she can’t tell the ends of. A dim flicker of a light and maybe a filter of moonshine illuminate the crevasses of his eyelids, forehead and awry mouth. His skin tastes of sweat and earth.
I just happened to be posting a book cover for your fanfiction when I was emailed a notice you updated.
Book Cover for Shadowlit Facades
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'Everyone who lets me ride their dinosaur gets to call me Carlos.'
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blackmago
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The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously.
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'Everyone who lets me ride their dinosaur gets to call me Carlos.'
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blackmago
I'm reading your fanfiction Shades of Black, and I simply adore it. I've created a sketch inspired by the list in Chapter 16. I was wondering if I could put the full text of the list into the description of the drawing once I have it inked and colored.
The drawing is in my scraps section
Thanks!
So happy you liked it
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Moved to a new account on dA
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