I's 6:03 in the morning, I woke up at 3 AM today to finish a story. · 11:23am Mar 27th, 2016
I think I'm delirious. I've got enough infinitesimal proofs and research in my active memory that I think I could give a lecture on why they are the greatest thing ever. Like, this is ridiculous guys, I'm not supposed to be learning math to write fanfiction, that's crazy. Well, I guess I'm crazy too.
Here's a question to keep me from rambling. If I were to start doing a daily blog thing, would you guys read it? Because if so, I could drop some of my 'story sketches' that I do from time to time that don't go anywhere but in skype chats and obscure reddit posts. I'd like to keep a running blog of sorts, but I really only have a following here, so I figured it would be a good place to start.
That being said, have a sketch I wrote today while I was in that 6:00 'I'm tired but I can't sleep right now' phase. Music and inspiration picture follow below!
I remember the day the mist finally came. Ma, Pa, my sister and I all stood quietly on our front porch as the world faded into the darkness that would mark the rest of our lives. I remember looking back, out over the hundreds of acres that our family owned in Missouri. The rolling hills were a vibrant shade of green, as though they knew the darkness would dampen their vibrance.
It started as a small strip of grey on the horizon to the west. We wouldn’t have seen it on any other day, but today, the horizon was a perfect line of blue and green everywhere else. It only took about an hour before we felt the breeze shift as though a storm was brewing. It pulled the air toward itself, seemingly feeding off of the life of the world it would soon devour.
I wasn’t particularly scared, but I remember my parents being oddly quiet as the mist rolled over the western hills. By evening, the sun stretched its rays far across the landscape, setting the waving grains ablaze with beautiful oranges and reds. It would be the last time any of us would see such a sight. The world lived its final moments in a visual symphony of sound as the mists rolled ever closer to our home.
Then, when everything was as beautiful as it had ever been, the sun dimmed and the beauty receded into [end]
Picture: http://rhads.deviantart.com/art/Regular-Magic-585667160
