She’s about to start crying.
This is always the awkward part. I’m never quite sure what to do. She’s sitting at the edge of the bed, still in her nightgown. She’s picking at the cuticles of her nails, but she’s looking dead at me. Tears have brimmed up on the bottom lid of her eyes. They’re a soft brown color, like when autumn has just broken into its full bloom, but long before it starts to die out. Her dark brown hair is disheveled around her shoulders, and she has her toes scrunched up in the rug.
It’s just past one in the morning. She woke up because she heard the door creak.
Her name is Isabella.
She’s just realized that she’s about to become a one night stand.
There is a visual/kinetic novel that I am writing in parallel to RainFall called Matters of the Heart. It deals with my lizard/reptile people, who live in a land called Dusk. I got into some Howl’s Moving Castle music (the inspiration, in part, for the storyworld) and have been writing. Thought I’d record here some of my influences…Continue reading
I have a bone to pick with News One right now, about an article TheGrio featured where they turn X-Men First Class into a piece of “comic book racism”. It’s pretty clear from the article that they have never read the comics, and that they are probably basing their assumptions off of the movie universe of X-Men. If not, they need to fire their resident fanboy. For those of you who have not seen the film or are not familiar with the X-Men Universe, you may want to skip over certain spots in here. I’ll try to keep as many spoilers out as possible, but we need to cover the bases.Continue reading