curicrow
curicrow
Curious Crow
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just a degenerate from the land down under
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curicrow · 4 months ago
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curicrow · 4 months ago
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"Wait, I thought Adelaide was landlocked" - me whilst sitting on a beach in Adelaide
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curicrow · 4 months ago
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Still no idea how chibi vs anthro I wanna go with Crow Healer, but what I do know is he is getting a big hat!
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curicrow · 4 months ago
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Crow healer, still need to think of a name and work on his design
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curicrow · 4 months ago
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Working on a character for something and I feel I don't need anymore character traits :P
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curicrow · 4 months ago
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p.s. sorry for the long absence, I'm back
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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Prompt: Fairyfloss at Midnight
Spin, spin, spin, the sweet strands dance and come together to create beautiful clouds. Bang, bang, bang, the shots ring out painting the clouds a sanguineous red. People scream, sirens blare and a single night is tainted forever.
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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You stand on the platform, alone. The moon is bright, and you notice the faint, muffled sound of music coming from some distant bar. You sit down and from the corner notice something sparkling on the train tracks. Its a ring. A diamond ring. You could take it. All you have to do is ignore decades of programming of staying off the tracks. But you want it don’t you? All you have to do is hop down and take it. The trains still 10 mins away, you have time. Go ahead take it.
You hop down, ignoring the alarms going off in your head and take it. You look into it’s many facets.
Pity you don’t see the train arriving early.
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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Tries something a little more complicated today for my watercolour practise :)
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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Been practising some water colours lately
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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It was Tuesday night, or is Wednesday morning more, correct? In those twilight hours the boundary between the two means nothing.
As I approached the curb the sight that I saw made me sick to my stomach, the bin on its side withs It’s remains strewn along the grass like a freshly gutted carcass. My head swam from the fumes, and I feel to my knees. The grotesque image almost too much for my mind to witness. I looked away and saw a trail of rubbish leading away from the scene.
I knew I had to follow it, to see what caused this.
That was a mistake.
I followed the gruesome trail, and it led me to the large tree beside my home. It stood against the sky like a large black mass with impossible detail. And from the impossible black I saw the beady eyes glistening and looking deep into my soul.
The foul creature jumped from its place among that cursed branches and I was made undone.
It wasn’t till the next morning that my partner found me, shivering and muttering to myself.
He shook his head and spoke. His voice was alike to the divine itself.
“fine, I’ll take the rubbish out next time”.
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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As part of my Screenwriting course I'm going a game writing elective and I after about an hour I was able to figure how to make boolean variables and have an alternate ending! It's not much but I'm so happy right now!
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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The trees of my country differ from yours
The belt of your sky warrior is a pot to me
I freeze when you swelter
But the trains of our childhoods still resonate the same
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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I sat the bar, the smell or alcohol and smoke heavy in the air.
11:55.
I light another cigarette and lit it, breathing the acrid, dried ash into my lungs and add to the haze wafting throughout the space. I inhale deep. The smell brings to mind memories from an age long since past. Of sitting on the floor watching British T.V whilst my Grandpa smokes his cigarettes. His smelt better then this cheap shit.
11:56.
Hurt is playing from the Juke box. I smile at the Irony as the promise of tonight tugs at my thoughts. I think of when I move out to Melbourne. Its bright lights and busy streets offered the world. It offered my work to be seen by the masses, to see my name on the big screen. The same name printed thinly on the name tag I’m sure is rustling in the back of my car. The “10 years strong” sticker sickly stuck to it.
11:57
I take a swig of my drink. Tequila. I don’t know the brand, but it was the only one they had, but at least it was a true tequila, CRT emblazoned on its label. I wonder what the NOM is? How funny would it be if it shared one with the brand I prefer. My favourite. The one we shared that night we finally made love. I saw you sitting in the back of the class, you seemed so closed off to everything. But that assumption was quickly dispelled when the subject of the Art Design of Alien was the topic of the class. You saw the world in such a different way, you noticed things. You made me feel like no matter what happened you’d be there. We laughed, we cried, we made love. You made new friends. You left school. You gave up. I wore black.
11:58
I leave that bar and all the memories it stirs in me and enter into the cold night. I walk to the crossroads opposite it and look around. There are no buildings for miles and not a soul in sight. No one is watching. No one will witness this act.
11:59
I dig a small hole in the centre of the crossroads like the woman instructed and buried the ingredients that I pray will deliver me my wish. Though I guess in this instance ‘pray’ isn’t the correct term.
12:00
I close my eyes and silently make my wish.
“You wish so badly to leave this life behind?”
I turn to see a man in a tight leather suit. The full moon reflecting from his shades.
“I could certainly end things. But it sounds too boring. How about this. In exchange for your life you work for me?” he offers me his hand. I take it.
I stand behind the bar watching over the smoke-filled room and see someone enter and sit in front of me.
I offer them tequila and gesture to the man in shades.
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curicrow · 2 years ago
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Dusk by the seaside, a time of quiet, a time of peace. One can do whatever they want without fear of being seen. I wall along the water's line, my book in hand and my heels, the same deep red as my dress, sink into the sand. As the sun sets Shane goes to bed.
And Carmen awakens.
I find a spot far enough from the water that the sand is dry enough to sit comfortably but close enough so it was still hard. I open my book, the light of the moon enough to let me read by. It is then, just as I began to sink into the moment a sound cuts through me like a knife.
"Shane?"
I look up to see the confused look of my neighbour.
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