Look at the pretty brownie :)


I do have another account which I guess I’ll use for writings. But this blog is kind of different because, It is mostly for pictures, videos and art (Which I do a lot) I will probably do  reflections for the art pieces that I do but, you can mostly expect pictures, just a lot of pictures. I’m not really good with words so this is how I choose to express myself.


The untitled

So I painted this yesterday and am really happy with how the painting turned out. The only problem is is that I do not know what to call it. Has anyone got any ideas? I’d like to know 😁

Death and The Strange Love part 12

She woke up with a gasp and scrambled from her bed. This was the third night in a row that she had had another nightmare. It seemed to be the same recurring dream of a group of dark figures chasing after her and causing her to run deeper and deeper into an unknown forest. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead and looked around the room. She hated having such dreams because they often added on to her anxiety, which would carry on until the next day, which to her dismay was a school day.

She needed something to calm her down. Something sweet. She tiptoed quietly down the stairs and toward the kitchen. Her parents were sound asleep so nobody was going to notice that she was out of bed. Nobody except Death maybe. He had decided to see her that night and had noticed that her bed was empty. Probably another nightmare he thought to himself. Then he heard noises coming from the kitchen and glided over to have a look. He saw his girl wolfing down cookie after cookie. He grimaced at how pudgy she had become over the last few years. At six years old, she now weighed twice as much as her peers. It didn’t help that she was tall because the other students stared all the more. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly glided over to the living room and sat down on the couch. Knowone would be able to see him anyway. It was her Father, he had walking up to get a glass of water. His girl didn’t seem to notice her Father standing at the entrance of the kitchen watching her eat. It wasn’t until she sensed that she was being watched did she turn slowly to see who it was, nearly dropping the cookie jar in the process. “Whoa!” she said holding a hand to her chest.

“ What are you doing out of bed? Do you know how late it is? “He whispered.

“ I couldn’t sleep.” She said nonchalantly.

He folded his arms and leaned against the fridge watching her as she slowly slid her hands into the cookie jar once again to take another cookie.

“You know, we still haven’t talked about the letter you brought home today.”

“Which letter?”

“The one from you P.E. teacher advising us to sign you up for Tuft club.”

She froze midway with her hand still inside the jar holding a cookie. Then she looked up at her Father who was watching her with a blank expression on his face.

She let go of the cookie and set the jar on the counter. “ So, you are going to sign me up, aren’t you?”

He Father sighs and comes toward her but she takes two steps backward.

“You know that’s not what we want. But your Mother and I have been discussing and we think that it would be a step in the right direction.”

“Why do I need to go, I’m not fat!”

“Cmon, you and I both know how it’s becoming difficult for us when we go shopping for clothes, in fact, I doubt you can fit into many of the clothes I bought for you while I was in Australia. “

“You think I’m fat don’t you!” she said raising her voice.

“No that’s not what I meant…”

But before he could say any more, she brushed past him and ran up to her room. Death who by this time had been listening intently felt a twinge of pity for her and her Father, he was a tall and well-built man, his physique still made the other Mothers turn to look at him whenever he came to fetch his daughter from school. He did feel a little disappointed that his daughter had not followed in his footsteps and joined something such as athletics. In fact, Death sensed a little hint of embarrassment in him because his daughter had suddenly gained so much weight. It was probably because he had caught the other parents staring at him and his family while picking his daughter up from school several times. His daughter had somehow picked up this bad-eating habit and had begun consuming excessive amounts of junk food over last few years. It was rather difficult to go shopping when even the school uniform suppliers didn’t supply the size of uniform his daughter required anymore. He gave a heavy sigh and walked back to his room.



Death and The Strange Love part 11

His little girl was growing taller. Her body was leaner, cheeks losing their puppy fat. She was incredibly active with an overactive imagination. It was too much for the other children and she was seemed intense. Her mind was always somewhere else, in a world only she understood. The world in which she sought refuge from the meanness of people. They made her do it. She had no choice.

They clouded her mind and distracted her from every opportunity to be the best that she could be. She would often get remarkable ideas in her mind but before she could carry out such ideas they would block her thoughts and make her forget. They would snatch such ideas and crumble them to dust. Deception would laugh at the confusion on her face, whenever she would try to explain herself to someone, the words just wouldn’t come out right. This was the beginning of her humiliation. Her boldness was fading away giving way to embarrassment an emotion that would stay with her always. She was five. Her childhood was getting ruined. Death could only watch what evil could do to someone as good and pure as his little girl. Their evilness was causing her to lose herself. To become an object, a doll. They would fill her head with the most sinister images of humanity. They would only allow her to feel emotions that they desired. She was starting to withdraw from the world, her parents did not see it at first, but she felt it. The shift, in herself. The change but there was a tingling sensation in her chest, a feeling of pure dread and she knew life was about to change but not for the better. He wanted to help, he wanted to do something, tell someone, but by doing so he would jeopardize her existence as well as his. If his parents found out they would erase every trace of memory he had of her, supernatural beings were not supposed to associate with the humans, it was against all the law of the universe. The universe itself was sneaky. it knew all, meaning it listened, that was the truth, the universe has always been listening, it just takes some time to fulfill everyone’s needs. For all he knew, the universe may have picked up on his fascination with the little girl and it was doing everything in its power to stop them from interacting. Perhaps it was the universe that ratted him out to his siblings? He would never know.

The universe was not a physical being, it was everywhere both material and nonmaterial. It had no definite body or shape, it could exist as anything. It was all and it knew all. It knew about his siblings, his birth, her birth. He tried, one night to ask it for help, but he did not get a straight answer. It was the day after her fall, he was extremely worried about the trouble that was to come so, he approached the universe pleading with it to watch over her, to try to make her time on earth less painful. But he heard no response, not a sound. He almost felt embarrassed, no supernatural being that he had ever known had begged for the well-being of a human, let alone him. He was surprised at himself for doing it.


What was wrong with him?  


Death and The Strange Love part 10

He cornered her that night under the apartment of her aunt’s place where the Christmas party had taken place earlier that evening. It was dark and everyone had gone to bed. But not Deception, night time was her time. The time to sneak into people’s homes and steal things, misplace things intentionally so that in the morning the members of the house would blame each for missing things. She was as tall as death with long hair that reached her hips. She was often seen wearing a long sleek black coat that complimented her tall figure rather well. Her face was sporting her favorite black lipstick that she always wore.

He sneaked up from behind her and grabbed her by the arm. She turned immediately to see who her attacker was with a blazing glare but relaxed once she saw it was him. “ Well, Well, Good evening brother.” She said with a smirk. He frowned and threw her against a nearby tree. The loud thud that her body made as it collided with the trunk of the tree could have woken up anyone but all remained silent. She slumped against the tree, her hair now a black mess all around her face. She slowly regained her footing and tried to get up but dizziness took over so she leaned against the tree for a few seconds before using her hands to support herself. She slowly looked up at him, her eyes blazing with hatred,

“What the hell was that for you bastard !” she screeched.

“I should ask you the same question.” He growled.

She rolled her eyes and attempted to shove him off her, but he held her neck in a death grip. When she finally gave up, she stared at him in frustration and yelled: “What do you want!” Death tightened his grip on her slim neck, secretly hoping it would snap. A human would have died in seconds if they were strangled like this, but not his siblings. He would have to deal with the wrath of his Father and that was not something he was prepared to do. He slowly released his grip on his vile sister and backed away from her while she gasped for air. She adjusted her coat and tangled hair and gave him a dirty look.

“Stay. Away. From. Her.” He said firmly.

She shrugged and replied, “ I honestly have no idea what you are talking about.”

“You know. Stay away from her or else.”

“Or else what? Are you going to kill me? You can’t do shit.”

He stalked toward her with a menacing look, “ If she cries, I will finish you.”

She seemed to consider what he had said, it was hard to tell what she was thinking about because most of her hair was covering her face.But then she looked up at him with her famous smirk and disappeared before he could say more. He sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his dark hair. She was not going to stop her antics, he was sure of it. His little girl was going to have to deal with her, it wasn’t that nothing could be done, his interference would cost him his ability to ever see her again and he didn’t want to risk it. If his parents found out about his fascination with her, he would lose her. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t lose her.