What I rememberedFor whatever reason, I remembered something tonight. I remembered one night when I was about 13 years old and I had said or done something to infuriate my mother. She was so angry with me that at 11:00 at night during Autumn, I think, she toss me out of the house. I was wear some sort of top with long sleeves, pants and flip flops. That is everything that I had with me. For 30 minutes or so, I paced up and down our long, sandy driveway barefoot. There were some chocolate labs that roamed our rural neighborhood that kept trying to eat my shoes so I took them off. Honestly, I had no idea what to do. Because of my mother's condition, it was possible in my mind that she wouldn't let me back in for the night. It had never happened before, but I was preparing myself for the worst. After a while, I decided to lay down on our old, worn trampoline and sleep. The dogs whom had adopted us, laid down with with me and kept me warm. It took a little bit because I had to get used to the smell of dirt
I think that I am readyI think that I am ready for when my time comes. Death doesn't scare me anymore. Sometime I would almost welcome it. I know that things must always come to an end, so this no longer scares me. I am ready for what may come. I just hope that the people close to me are as ready when my time comes.
Dying of ThirstTomorrow is the day. It is going to be the first day of my new life. Evalyn thought to herself as she got ready for bed. Where she would usually buy a soda and a sandwich, she instead set aside the money for a gallon of water. For breakfast there was a kiwi in the fridge plus a serving of broccoli for dinner. A bottle of supplemental vitamins sat on the counter next to the sink in the bathroom so she would be getting her daily vitamins as well. She had written out a work routine on her dry erase board, ready for her in the morning. Finally, there was a little book with a pen strapped to it ready for her to record her nutrition, weight loss, and thoughts throughout the diet. If it was successful, she would post it online for others to use.
She could not put this off any longer, it was unbearable to Evalyn that she had split the seams of two different pants in the same week. The thought of being an overweight, sloppy obese statistic--much like her slacker motherówas much too disturbing f
Distorted Pieces-1The morning summer sun finished drying her dark auburn hair as she stood there staring at her work. It was the commission that she had been working on all week relentlessly. The end result was a beautifully contrasted abstract that combined a splash/splatter technique with graceful strokes that added movement throughout the piece. She let her eyes travel along the lines to make sure that it was ready. After a few moments of just watching her work, she decided that it was done. Finally, after struggling with meeting the guidelines of the individual who commissioned her and staying true to her own nature it was done. Rosalie gathered the brushes she had used in the mornings adventure and rinsed them in the sink she had installed for this very purpose.
It made her smile to look at the sink and remember trying to convince her fiance on the idea of installing the sink when there was one literally down the hall. Once she explained to him that she needed this sink so that she wouldn't have to
Distorted Pieces-2They each took a seat in the living room with Rosalie next to Evan (and Evan next to the gun) on the couch and this mysterious man named Draven sat on the old worn recliner.
"I have a business proposition for you, Rosalie. I am sure you are unaware of my position and my clients whom are very interested in your work." He spoke to break the silence that seemed to have enveloped the room.
"Why couldn't you have called to set up a meeting?" Rosalie asked trying to not sound as rude as that question was.
"Fantastic question and I have a fantastic answer for you: discretion. You see, my client list whom I have said are very interested in your work, are very unique and wealthy. If you would like, I could work with you in selling some of your work to them. They would probably each have to be custom make, but I don't think you will mind that." He explained patiently.
"Why couldn't they have come directly to me? It seems rather other to have a middle man for art work that is not on the bla
Distorted Pieces character descriptionsCharacter descriptions:Distorted Pieces character descriptions by EvilGiggles1993
Height: 5ft 9in
eyes: dark green
Hair: dark auburn, long and wavy
body: A little busty, some hips too, but not too fat nor too skinny.
What she wears: Typically longs skirts and sundresses that are bright and floral. When she is painting she wears her hair up, and denim shorts with a canvas looking button up tank top. All of her painting clothes have paint splatter on them.
Personality: She is a determined and hardheaded individual that no longer bends to anyone's will but her own (sometimes Evan's though). Despite her last name, she grew up poor and is very concious of spending money. She dropped out of the nursing classes that she was miserable in to follow her dreams of being an artist. The only person she really and fully trusts is Evan. Her parents disowned her after she dropped out of school. She used to work as a housekeeper and nanny so it used to hard work.
hair: short and dark brown
body: he is a bit on
For those looking for something differentMy name is Ellie and I have quite the story to tell:For those looking for something different by EvilGiggles1993
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The body that I live in is not mine. Well I guess it is mine NOW, but it used to belong to DeSiree Ellyse Jackson. On October 30th, 2013, something happened while she was meditating and she left. I guess she found some sort of peace or release, but I really don't know. I have most of her memories and have some similarities to her to make stepping into her life easier, but overall, I want to change everything about my new life. I'll get to that more in a minute though. For now I want to try and explain just what the hell I am.
So far from what I have been able to understand from my own meditations and feeling was is right I have been able to differ that I am a soul from a different plane that was put in her place when she left. I guess the universe was kind enough to pick out someone that would be able to adjust to the transition and make it as easy as possible for the people closest to her that I now s
What I rememberedFor whatever reason, I remembered something tonight. I remembered one night when I was about 13 years old and I had said or done something to infuriate my mother. She was so angry with me that at 11:00 at night during Autumn, I think, she toss me out of the house. I was wear some sort of top with long sleeves, pants and flip flops. That is everything that I had with me. For 30 minutes or so, I paced up and down our long, sandy driveway barefoot. There were some chocolate labs that roamed our rural neighborhood that kept trying to eat my shoes so I took them off. Honestly, I had no idea what to do. Because of my mother's condition, it was possible in my mind that she wouldn't let me back in for the night. It had never happened before, but I was preparing myself for the worst. After a while, I decided to lay down on our old, worn trampoline and sleep. The dogs whom had adopted us, laid down with with me and kept me warm. It took a little bit because I had to get used to the smell of dirtWhat I remembered by EvilGiggles1993
|This is for a membership and to help out other Deviants. I like to buy little prints every now and again.|
1-9 I give llamas, comments, faves, ect. for donations
10-19 I give sketches or writing out your choice
20+ pts I color and make the sketch more fabulous or add more writing.
|I am a beginner artist that is building a portfolio for different art festivals. The goal is to one day own an art gallery (hopefully in the next 10 years).|