...Bothered...
About so many things and yet i try to battle off these worries and bound my troubles with my creativity. What an escape. Therapuetic. Slightly irresponsible, however a thrill to discover what the imagination can create in such depressing times. So i continue to write "The Perfect Doll" inspired by the imagery found on Cgunit, a delightful website of some breathtaking artwork. Beautiful artists you do shed some light of happiness on my dark dwelling. You may get an idea of the world i am trying to create with these images as well as what i have written....still alot of work needs to be put in...
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"He awoke, restless, bothered, beads of sweat beginning to form upon his brow. The room was musky and dark; he had not been alseep for long. His eyes adjusted to the dusty gloom around him and he suddenly realised he was no longer in West Laines. No longer did he feel the cold emptiness that fell with the air. The welcoming of thunderous marching that passed beneath his open balcony windows, the Grande kazoo sounding off the pseudo noon gaurds having patrolled the under girth of District 4, the setting of the 5th moon, the luminous warrior Azgar, as the 7th honorable philosopher Lectius, rises; no more West Laines. No orange, humid dust sweeping in, irritating his eyes; he somehow missed it all and that would have to change. There was no room for worthless emotion."
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I want this novel to disturb as well as create a world like no other. A place to lose yourself and wonder. To feel all emotion and to find new. I have a long way to go to conquer this. Hmmmm...
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