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Just so you know

I’m not sure if this is true for you like it was for me, maybe multiple personality disorder is a symptom of narcissism. I wouldn’t know. But if you find yourself looking for answers as to who he is, just so you know...

He is charming

He will win you over with his laugh and with his ability to make you laugh

His eyes will melt you, especially when he smiles

He’ll tease you and you’ll love it

He will take pictures of you no matter how good or bad you look

His passion for life will make you fall for him

You will want to learn everything about his favorite teams

His loyalty to his friends is unbreakable

His loyalty to you is another story

He won’t care about your interests

He will stop taking pictures of you

He’ll tease you but it won’t feel like it used to

His eyes will be filled with resentment and boredom especially when he fakes his smile

He’ll laugh more with someone new

You won’t see it coming, won't notice the signs until its over

But it will be over...

just when you thought it would never end.

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(no title yet, still thinking!) P2

Her guards were waiting for her outside. 

“Princess, we must hurry if we are to make it back in time for your sisters coronation.” Baylon was the one to speak first, he was a male warrior (one of few) who had recently been promoted to a guard position. Kalona missed her old guard Jacob, her best friend, who had been placed with her sister after Baylons promotion. This made Kalona dislike him even more than she already had. He had this obsessive need to be on time to everything and this hawk like gaze that was always on her making sure she didn’t do anything un-princess like. 

Her other guard, Jassa playfully elbowed her arm “Yea Kalona time to start acting like a good princess and by princess I mean timely robot servant.” Kalona laughed and punched Jassas arm playfully back. 

“You shouldn’t be so informal with her majesty, Captain Ortiz.” Baylon was looking straight forward as he spoke and Kalona could see Jassas eyes, still looking forward, gleam as her smirk twitched slightly and Baylon, against his will, threw his arms in the air and started to run/skip down the road ahead of them. 

Kalona smiled and rolled her eyes “That’s not very professional Captain” Jassa laughed “don’t make me make you run down the street like a lunatic next” The two had been friends their whole lives, jassas parents were both guards at the palace and Kalona and her had always played together while they worked. Jassas gift came to her at age 8, a very young age to receive your powers, Kalona knew she was always destined for great things and wasn’t surprised when she was appointed Captain of the royal guard at age 16. But what Kalona admired most about Jassa was that she didn’t sugar coat anything like everyone else in her life did. When Kalona had given up hope on receiving her gift, Jassa told her to witch up and never give up. Witch was considered a curse word to everyone but Jassa, she said it was a powerful word that was used by the greatest sorceresses in ancient times so she used it regularly in everyday language. Jassa hadn’t told Kalona that she was perfect the way she was, she had told her that she was great and would be great and the doctors didn’t know what they were talking about when they told her she would never receive her gift.

Jassa was the only one who gave Kalona hope anymore, and for this she owed her everything.

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Short Story: Under Bad Circumstances : Part Three

Mea walked down the old stone road alone, it was so early in the morning no one in this town would be awake for hours especially on a Sunday. It was mid-fall which made the air cool but bearable with a sweater and jeans on. The cool-but-bearable air was also laced with a thin layer of fog making the scenery around her dream-like. The lights were on in most of the shops and she hoped the cafe had kept loyal to its hours in the years she had been away. Six years to be exact though it had felt like a hundred. Escaping that marriage had taken only a year. Lorenzo had grown bored with her and hadn’t really cared about the divorce. But that didn’t remove the dark blotches on her arms where he squeezed too tight or the scar on her jaw from where his rough day had turned into her living nightmare. No, his aloofness of the divorce did nothing to ease Mae, only terrified her more for what he was planning. She knew Lorenzo, it had taken a couple years into their stupid stupid marriage but she knew him. She knew how manipulative he was and how calm he was before... That’s when she left. Mea had taken only the things she had brought to Rome when she was 18 years old and had left everything he had ever bought her. She had been saving her own money in secret for years, originally to give Lorenzo some big surprise gift someday but after the first 4 years of their marriage it had turned into an escape route. She bought a one way ticket back home, her grandmother had passed a year ago and had left her estate to Mea. Her beautiful Tudor home that looked like something out of a fairy-tale was hers and the first thing she did was sell it to the highest bidder. She couldn’t live there. It was like sleeping in a graveyard, too many people she loved had lived and died while living in that mausoleum. She also knew that he could find her easily if she stayed there. One look into the letters she had saved from her Grandmother would tell him her exact address and where she would be. Mea realized that even going back to her home town was a risk, that was where she first met Lorenzo anyways. When she had last seen or spoken to Spence aside from their graduation... It wasn’t entirely Mae’s fault that they drifted apart, Spence had begun avoiding her and dodging her calls even though she would be leaving just a week after graduation to fly off to Italy with that beautiful stranger. Spence didn’t seem to care which made Mea all the more resentful towards him. She wondered if he was still here, building his empire in their little town. She knew he had stayed for college but after her grandmother had passed there had been no one to send her the news around town. Mea had feared coming back here but there was something about being back in her home town that made her feel safe. As she approached the cafe she breathed a sigh of relief when she had seen the inside light was on. The familiar bell rang as she opened the door and walked inside. It was like walking into the past, everything was the same, the same book cases, the same bay windows, the same counter and tables and chairs. she had never felt more safe in the past 6 years of her life than she did at that moment. She caught her reflection in the window beside her and the relief began to evaporate. She was not the same, her hair was blonder and shorter than it had been, her body was slimmer, her face a little less bright, her clothes a little too conservative...             She forced herself away from that reflection and walked up to the counter not really paying attention to who was taking her order, these days she ordered and spoke with her face down, it was an automatic response, she hated seeing peoples expressions when they saw the pink puffy line on her jaw even more than she hated having it there. Judgement. That was usually the expression she saw or pity, either way both made her nauseous. The man behind the counter wasn’t really looking at her either as he asked her what she’d like but as she gave her order like she had been ordering it her whole life she caught him glancing up towards her with wide eyes. A grin spread across his face that Mae was now paying full attention to.   

“Mae?” The man said, he was taller than she remembered, his hair was still disheveled but in a more grown up sort of way, it wasn’t the hair or the height that made her melt into her boots though, it was his eyes, still as blue as ever wide and bright staring up at her. Her mouth was open but no words came out as he effortlessly lifted himself over the counter and grabbed her into the biggest-non-threatening hug she’d had in years. Finally she caught herself and realized that Spence was here, he was hugging her, he was happy to see her. The man she had loved for so long, the man she had used every bit of strength to block from her memory. All of it came rushing back to her in one huge breath, she gasped.

“Spence?” 

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Awesome story! I'd love to hear your feed back on the short story I'm working on that's on my page!

If Sadness Were A Drink

 ‘If sadness were a drink,’ he said, ‘what drink do you think it would be?’

She paused, ‘Earl Grey tea, I guess.’

He shook his head, mouse brown hair flying everywhere, and made a game buzzer noise in the back of his throat. ‘Wrong,’ he reached into his backpack  and pulled something out of it. A puny carton of apple juice with a pink, bendy straw. There were cartoon images of apples with smiley faces on the front. It looked like he could crush the thing with one hand. Then all of the juice would come squirting out. ‘Apple juice,’ he said. ‘Remember when you were a little kid? How you’d come home from school and as a snack you probably had those little marble cheese cubes with crackers and one of these cute little juices every day? That was just the saddest. Apple juice is just sad.' 

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Short Story: Under Bad Circumstances : Part Two

Spence and Mea looked up at the beautiful stranger who had interrupted them. He was tall and had tanned skin. His hair was jet black and he wore it in a small messy bun. Everything about him seemed pirate-esque which made him all the more appealing to Mea. He was looking down at the book in his hand, not paying attention to the two best friends sitting where he was about to sit. Whe he finally looked up he seemed shocked to see the pair for a moment and when the shock faded it turned into one of the most charming smiles Mea had ever seen. "Sorry" he said with a smile "Sometimes I get so lost in books I forget other people even exist." He had an Italian accent, Mea remembered what it sounded like from videos her grandmother had shown her from her trips. This beautiful stranger couldn't be real. He was literally everything Mea had dreamed about in a man. Mea smiled back "it's ok, I have the same problem too sometimes." She could see Spence roll his eyes, no doubt judging her flirting techniques. Spence cleared his throat "So what're you reading that's making you go blind?" The stranger looked at Spence with uncertainty and then to Mea who was giving him the most innocent smile and most sincere look of interest she could procure. He closed the book keeping his thumb inside where he had left off and flashed the two best friends the cover. It was a book of philosophy, and an old one at that. The cover was leather and worn and the seams were tearing. Seriously did this guy just jump out from one of her many romantic novels she kept inside her head. Spence looked at Mea and mouthed "What is it?" And she smiled and laughed a little, teasing him which he retaliated by tickling her feet that were stretched underneath the table and onto his booth as usual, resting in either side of his legs. The stranger laughed a little with them and apologized for interrupting. "I'm gonna head to an empty table, sorry again for interrupting it was nice to meet both of you." He smiled and walked with his book closed to another closed off section of the café. Mea watched as he walked away wishing she was one of those confident girls who could just give their number to a strange beautiful man without fearing rejection. Then she realized something, why couldn't she be that girl? She looked at spence with excitement in her eyes, scratched her number down on a napkin and went to the strangers booth. Spence watched as the nightmare he had been fearing for the past 10 years unfolded before his eyes. He was too late. Just one fucking minute too late.

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Sketch and calligraphy logo art

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One of my art assignments from last semester, Da Vinci's Head of Sader mimic

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Another sketch, Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber

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Short Story: Under Bad Circumstances : Part One

Mea walked into her favorite café with her best friend by her side. He’s not much taller than she is even though they are both 18. She’s an average height for her age which makes him a little shorter than average, but she didn’t mind or really ever noticed. Mea still loved him, and although she never quite knew if he felt the same her feelings never changed. She doubted they ever would. Throughout their entire friendship, which had been since they were 8 when Spence had moved into Mea’s small town, he had stood by her and comforted her through everything she had been through and she did the same. He was there when her father left their family to start fresh with a new one. He was there when her mother had died when Mea was just 14 and he was there whenever her grandmother left her in that small town so she could travel the globe. Her grandmother wasn’t a bad guardian, she was actually one of Mea’s best friends. But her love for travel came before anything and Mea had known that her whole life. Whenever her grandmother left she would stay with spence or spence would stay with her. Nothing promiscuous about the situation, just a friend watching over another friend. Mea's grandmother had promised to take her with her after she graduated high school which just happened to be this year. It was spring and graduation was just around the corner. She hadn't thought much about the offer. Of course she wanted to leave this town. She wanted to leave and travel more than anything. But she also didn't want to leave Spence. She knew it was foolish to let a boy stand in her way of freedom but he wasn't just some boy to her. Mea and Spence walked into the café hearing the familiar, dull ding from the bell that rung each time you opened the door. They placed their usual orders and went to their usual spot. The café wasn't large by any means but it was comfortable and had seating on the right hand side and more secluded seating on the left. In the front was a long counter that had a cash register and various coffee machines behind it. There was also a black wooden door that sat behind the counter which, Mea assumed led to a small kitchen in the back. Mea and Spence's usual spot was a secluded table in between two large book cases that touched the ceiling and had cushioned benches at the bottom. They sat across from each other as always and placed their bags on the bay window that was perfectly centered in their little cozy nook. They began talking about graduation and their plans for after summer. Spence was planning on going to the local college for business. Mea still hadn't worked up the courage to tell him she may be leaving for a while to travel so she tried her best to keep the conversation about him. The waitress brought their order a little while into their conversation and Mea had become lost in Spence's speech about his plans to take over businesses in town and make it bigger and better. She had almost drifted away from the conversation, lost in her admiration for him when he reached out and touched her hand. It wasn't that unusual but it felt different. He was looking at her differently too. Spence was about to say what was almost at his lips when someone, a beautiful stranger interrupted the moment that had Mea's heart pounding 1000 beats per minute.

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Some of my calligraphy practices 😊

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One of my latest drawings inspired by the direwolves from Game of Thrones.

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Adventure is the greatest form of therapy

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Some pics from my trip to Pittsburgh:) pens won on my birthday!!