Sorry to say, folks, but my laptop’s monitor died last week, so I’ve been living out of labs since then.  Which means no tablet, so no updates.  Don’t expect much till Maivlon gets back to me  (inwardly wailing in despair).

Whiiiiich most of you aren’t that worried about, but it means I get to sit, uncomfortably, for hours on end while I attempt to do homework on a computer that has about 15 songs on it (cuz I don’t want to take the space on my school drive to have more).  Expect insanity when I return.

On a side note, I’ve died twice now.  Which means I’m a lich?  That’s what I’ve been told.  First zombie, then lich.  By the end of the semester, I expect homework to have killed me at least two more times, so who knows what my ending incarnation will be….?

Oh, and just a quick preview on a story I’m working on (aka, plan to draw someday, though I have to write it for English class right now, which is why it’s even here in this format):

Blood soaked his shirt, the thin cotton sticking to his skin like an uncomfortable embrace.  It ran down his arms, stained his hands, dripped slowly to the cobblestones beneath.  Its acrid, sharp smell invaded his nose  as a twitching, broken neon light behind him sputtered and, with a weak flicker, gave out at last.

“Sister?”

There was a darkness in her eyes that had never been there before.  There was a darkness all over her that had never been there before, had never been anywhere, wasn’t truly there now.  It couldn’t be there now.  In his mind he saw her, twirling her dark brown hair, bent over a book, brow creased in concentration, Ipod eternally fixed to one ear.  Every move unconscious, fluid, bright with life.  This darkness, this leaden opacity that lay before him could not be her.

Somehow, he was kneeling.  He reached out, wanting to wake her up from whatever play she was acting, shake her from her joke, yet his hand didn’t seem to want to move.  It hovered, trembling, before him, halfway out as though in benediction…