e-mag WELCOMEMore Like This
Hi there and welcome to the first installment of Home of the ARTist, the e-mag of Daily-Deviations .
First of all, I, as the Founder of Daily-Deviations want to apologize for several things.
I am sorry that this is published so extremely late. And I am also sorry that this is not as beautiful as it was supposed to be.
I hope you´ll be able to forgive us if you keep in mind that this was the baby of our former founder Jonathan. He left us, though, because he had to face some serious problems in real life and we can understand that he couldn´t finish this project anymore, and even though I am feeling sorry that I was not able to make it as good as he wanted it to be at the beginning I still hope you´ll have fun with our e-mag.
Anyway, here´s the e-mag now filled full of features from some talented artists that we know you'll enjoy.
Some of you may be wondering how we came up with the idea to cr
Raven's RoomMore Like This
I sit alone in the room the watch on my wrist ticks in the background I am the only living presence yet I am not alone. The lingering silence alters my hearing and elevates my awareness not to perfection enough to pick up the finest of acute sounds, even those that are seemingly not there. A single candle sits opposite me upon my desk. It has been burning for quite some time and seeps upon itself in a depraved dissolution with its once perfect waxy form warped and excreted down its sides. I make up my mind and hastily grab a pen and parchment to begin a letter to my friend; it is of the utmost importance. My body twitches at the sound of looming voices that resonate beyond the safety of my bedroom door. They speak in noiseless whispers that beckon me from my roost and attempt to coerce me away from a fate that I am most deserving of.
I scribble furiously; the scratching of metal on wood combined with the dim glow of t
Dream for MeMore Like This
The night had always been his favorite time of day. The streets were quiet, but for the occasional throaty rumble of an old car. The houses were silent, their shutters closed, lights off. The only disturbance was the flicker of a streetlamp, an occasional bark from the neighbor dog. Yet, if for only a few hours, there was peace.
Sandy felt a little shiver of delight as he curled around in the sky, curlicues of sand weaving around to form his perch. As he did each night, at precisely this time, the work of the Sandman commenced. The little figure raised his arms, and small figments of sand grew out of the air, weaving between his fingertips. The Sandman relaxed a moment, as more tufts of sand grew, to the size of a child's basketball, and then swooped his arm in a dramatic motion through the air.
The sand fragmented, reforming into a long, thin substance, half of which proceeded to wrap around his arm. The other half, growing long, longer, split into thin strands. Each waved eagerly aro