"The soft, cream-colored pages emitted a gentle, slightly fragrant whoosh as she clapped her book shut. She let out a satisfied sigh as she looked up and leaned back, not really seeing the room, her vision instead full of the sights and sounds of the world she just left behind. The story gave her great pleasure and deep satisfaction...and yet, her chest tightened and her heart ached. It was that familiar, unique sense of longing and loss that every good book imparts upon its readers. Despite the unquenchable, frustrating nature of the feeling, she loved it, and it wouldn't be long before she sought out another adventure in another world through another book."
My name is Denise Hutchins and I was, and still am, that girl. I love reading, especially those wonderful, moving stories that stick with you forever. The fantastic works of J.R.R. Tolkien, Patricia C. Wrede, J.K. Rowling, James Gurney, and many others, not only shaped me as a child, but influenced the trajectory of my entire life. Just as they touched my heart, gave me hope, and took me on incredible adventures, I too am becoming a storyteller in my own right, creating worlds through writing and illustration that will inspire my readers and live on in their hearts for generations to come.
Thanks for the llama
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that drama?
Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.
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And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.