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Chloe| Artemis Universe SummaryThe primary story in this universe revolves around an unlikely and dysfunctional couple, Chloe Windfall and Artemis Michelangelo Windfall.Chloe| Artemis Universe Summary by Jhost
Artemis is a Don Quixote of sorts: he's naive and most of his worldview is couched in the belief of humanity's general goodness, in spite of (or perhaps, in reaction to) the death of his parents at a young age and the subsequent emotional fracturing of his older siblings. After watching his brother Hades disappear from his life to become an Eastern European mercenary and his remaining sister Arial leap from a bridge, he was left in charge of the family in his teens, which primarily meant being responsible for his sister's recovery in the wake of her failed suicide attempt. Lacking formal education, he was forced to do odd jobs and moonlight to pay for her hospital bills after his parents' inheritance dried up. His exposure to a rough-and-tumble world of cynicism and emotional violence both inside and outside of his family compelled him to try and be
The Epistle from the Glyph - (CELTRIANA ART TRADE)It may come as a surprise to some, but—as you know—things have not been the way they are forever. These sweeping oceans were once vast tracts of barren, fissured bedrock. These mountains whose spires touch the sunbeams were flattened hills, and these forests and rivers were but a vision in the hearts of those filled with hope and courage. We call ourselves The Dwellers not because it is simple and true, but because that is our role. We built not the rafters that suspend our aqua skies, nor the foundations that brought our cliffs to oversee the hewn valleys that bring forth beautiful gems and animals both fearsome and fascinating. We dwell here; this is our gift and our happiness from the Firstborn.The Epistle from the Glyph - (CELTRIANA ART TRADE) by Jhost
You have heard it spoken across the plains from the gilded, metal towers and rainbow lights that fluoresce unto the horizon that we are to follow in their footsteps, those brave and majestic creators whose desire to create brought us this paradise. Those dutiful souls of indus
Honu - In the CampsIt could have been an ocean breeze that felt its way through the endless spread of tall straw-grass to pass a breath of cool air against Ali's cheek. Just another, small snatch of relief to remind her that they had reached the eye of the storm.Honu - In the Camps by Jhost
She swallowed a mouthful of the swampy air and looked around. A grand theater lay before her: careful patterns of tall flood-lamps beamed out into the black, lined tight around the angled caravan of military jeeps, carriers, and even one tank. The vehicles were costumed in flowing, tattered covers that made them look like angled, tall piles of leaves. Soldiers moved in clockwork exercises from the thick of the bright lights to the edge of the dark near the single tree that the first watch had slouched themselves beneath. If she looked squinted hard, she could see the sheen of the choppers that, having concluded their reconnaissance for the moment, were winding down away from the main camp.
But the most striking thing was the silence; it was quie
RealitySusan had cut out the newspaper story and pinned it on the wall in her study. It was a short news item, about a burglar being on the loose in a neighborhood close to where she was living. It was this one sentence in the article that had made her sit up and pay attention: the burglar seemed to prowl on women living alone and tie his victims up while he ransacked their apartment!Reality by cordefr
The story hit a big nerve with Susan. As long as she knew she had had these fantasies about being tied up by burglars, kidnappers and other pirates. Over time the fantasies developed. She dreamed about men tying her up with rope, literally wrapping her in rope, and keeping her prisoner. Susan loved to watch television series like Lois Lane and the Avengers where the heroines were reduced regularly to the state of helpless damsel in distress.
In the beginning Susan found it hard even to admit the existence of such fantasies. At school the other girls talked about boys in a more romantic fashion. They talked about
A wannabe artist, writer, poet, idealist, and romanticist are all good words and labels to describe me. I like to make, and I just like people to enjoy my work. |
Current Residence: The College of William & Mary
Favourite genre of music: Couldn't choose just one.
Favourite photographer: Lacy Pitt
Favourite style of art: Comic Illustration
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: C-Shell
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Skin of choice: Aero
Favourite cartoon character: Spike Spiegel
Personal Quote: It's what I do, it's what I do! Yeah, it's what I do.