Watercolor #2: Solitude’s Comfort

Solitudes Comfort

Watercolor painting #2 has finally progressed, albeit slow, from the sketch stage to adding a little color.  I think I may have a lot of fun with this one too!  She’s quit rough and ragged around the edges but she’s my baby and she’ll come along with a little tender loving care.  

Solitude

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Solitude

Above, my  sketch, Solitude.  Soon to be my next watercolor painting.  The actual sketch of course is not so dark.  I only darkened it here for better observation.

(A participation in the Sketch-A-Day challenge)

Once Upon an Island

 

The thing hid behind trees and watched as fresh meat disembarked the yacht.  It had been weeks since the last shipment, so the creature could barely contain the blood lust raging within its decomposing body.  The thing growled and pulled against the chains holding him in place.  Its brain could no longer reason.  It only understood his ravenous need for human flesh.  The drive was constant, even after it had feasted, it still hungered. It was never fully satisfied.  It lunged its body again and reached a skeletal hand toward leaves, wafting in the warm tropical breeze.  Only a lone finger-bone  escaped the cover of foliage.  If the “fresh meat” had looked in the direction, at that precise moment, they would have seen the bony finger with its sagging, putrid skin.  Perhaps it would have been their salvation, but perhaps not… as the trees were quite some distance from the yacht.

Four teenagers laughed as they balanced the plank resting upon a weathered pier.  It wasn’t as stable as Kimmie would have liked, so she held tightly to Ted’s hand.  Ted, sensing her fright, gallantly turned his body to welcome his girlfriend safely into his arms.  Kimmie, much smaller than Ted’s athletic frame, felt engulfed within his embrace and she liked the feeling.

Carol, quite the opposite of Kimmie, jumped from the rickety plank and practically landed on Kimmie and Ted.  All three fell together to land in a heap upon the graying boards; luckily, each one had managed to avoid a plethora of jagged splinters.  The wood was old and so the pier quaked from their sudden weight.

A raucous laughter emanated from the heap,savage glow while Mark stood alone on the plank, holding all four backpacks.   Mark, feeling excluded, couldn’t help but wish, Carol, to be more like Kimmie.  What he would give to have her fall into his arms…

Like that would ever happen… thought Mark angrily.

Carol, boisterously called to him, “Hey pretty boy…get down here, already!”

Mark, shrugged off his anger, slowly smiled, and headed toward the laughing heap.  Offering Carol his hand he winked and said, “Yes, I am a pretty boy…and don’t you forget it!”

 

 

…to be continued…

[The preceding has been my  participation in the Sketch-a-Day event and also the  Weekly Horror Tales challenge, of which I host.  If you’re a fan of horror, please join me in this frightful challenge.  Believe me, it would totally make my day!]  [PS- The present horror prompt is as follows:  Write a story about a group of party-goers that sets sail on a yacht for what they believe to be a pleasure cruise. Except the captain was paid to scuttle the ship off an island populated by cannibalistic natives.] 

Daily Sketch/Zombie Abstract

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This rendering is my participation in the challenge called  Sketch-A-Day.  Also, it is to promote my new blog challenge:  Weekly Horror Tales   This challenge invites the writer (hopefully you) to weave a spine tingling tale with a prompt that is posted every Sunday.

The rules to this challenge are near to none, as I don’t want to hinder your creative inspirations.  So make it as long or as short as you like and post it by Sunday at midnight.

My first story in this series is called The Book.  It’s a creepy tale about a lonely librarian, who’s looking for love in all the wrong places.  To read it click on the category entitled Weekly Horror Tales, or just scroll down a little.

Please come and join me on this “horrific” challenge.

 

Daily Sketch/ Tales from Watership Down

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(The sketch above is my participation in the  Sketch-A-Day challenge)

My sketching, today, comes from Tales From Watership Down by Richard Adams.  I’ve just started reading this delightful book.  It consists of 19 folk tales about the mishaps and adventures of a herd of rabbits.  The first story, tells the tale of how the rabbit came by their strong sense of smell.

I want to read one book a month and “Tales from Watership Down” is the first.  Below is a photo of the books I’ve committed to read for the next twelve months.  If you’d like to participate in this book club challenge click on  Recycled Book Challenge.  It promises to be quite fun!  Also, for all you horror lovers out there, I’ve started a new challenge called Weekly Horror Tales.  I hope you’ll check it out and join me around a diverse campfire of horror tales.  If you’d like to read my first horror tale in this series please click:  The Book

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