Uncle George_Spirit_Tavern Girl_Santiago's Model
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Uncle George
October 1999Here comes someone. Wonder who it is? Probably wants something. No one ever comes by unless they want something.I don’t know that car. Who is that? Oh, okay. That’s Steven, my sister’s grandson. Who’s that with him? Don’t know that guy.Hello, Steven. What brings you way up here? Who’s your friend?Hello, Barry. Nice to meet you too. What’s that? You’re a journalist? You mean a reporter, right? That’s what I thought.Have a seat right here on the porch. This is the kind of day porches were made for. Can I get you fellas something to drink? No? Let me know if you want something.So let ...
Spirit
Misaki ran from the growing flames, toward the small glimmer of daylight ahead. Her den rumbled, as if the Foo Dog, Arau, was digging above her. Misaki allowed herself a small smile. Arau was a great, and powerful, friend in times of need, and this definitely qualified. Misaki jumped across a burning log, singing the tips of her tails, and barreled into the daylight. Arau bounded over to Misaki, smiling as if this was a great game. If only. The Huntsman was coming. And Misaki had to run. Misaki growled at Arau, telling her to go away. However great a friend Arau was, there was no need to bring...
Tavern Girl
"The usual?”“God yes, I’ve needed a drink for the past 8 hours.”“...you were here finishing your last round of shots 8 hours ago.”“And whenever there’s not a drink in my hand, it means I need one.”“Take your ale Charmaine.”“We both know that’s not that’s not the usual.Give me the rum shots.”“You know, if your father knew about this binging issue–”“Ay! Don’t bring up my father here.This tavern is a safe place for me.”“One beer, and one shot.Take it or leave it.”“Alright, fine.Since you’re giving me free boarding tonight.”“Don’t give me that wink, I only let you stay here at no cost because I ca...
Santiago's Model
Santiago wrinkled his nose at his work in progress. The oil pigment stank to high heaven. But that wasn’t what bothered him, as that linseed smell was something every painter grew accustomed to, and the window was open to air out the atelier. No. Something about this painting wasn’t right.He had painted a technically flawless landscape,www.onedoor.cc which took painstaking amounts of work. The client demanded him to paint the L’Parasia seaside, and was told to capture it down to the letter with little room for deviation. Santiago spent hours, even days, drawing every single rock, every reflection of light o...