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Fly, Skyborn, My Love
Ghostly hooves pound across the strand and reverberate off cliff walls. Asta heard them in her dreams and felt them in her chest when awake.
Black sand stretched before her. Morning sunlight danced and sparkled off crystal blue sea water as lazy waves lapped against the beach. The sand butted against a basalt wall that curved around and ended in a rocky promontory, topped by a stone lighthouse like the horn on a black unicorn.
Asta’s chestnut pony, Skyborn, stamped and snorted next to her. Ahead of them lay the racetrack, a one-mile oval worn deep in the sand. Asta stood in silent contemplation, her heart racing.
She remembered the traditions of her people. Pro'fanir, the Trials, were held each spring and fall, as far back as anyone could remember. They drew brave or foolhardy riders and their animals from across the land. Young men proved their manhood, prowess as horsemasters, and ability to select fine blood and breeding. Riding bareback, the riders must also prove their coura
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Literature
Time Passages
    Youth
When you’re young, there’s much to do
Roll in grass that’s wet with dew
Go to war, a flag unfurl
Take a day and court a girl
Darkness comes, it’s time to rest
Lay your head upon her breast
Give to her a band of gold
Soon, a sweet child you will hold
    Aged
Life at noon is what you dread
Spend the daytime in your bed
Darkness falls, it’s time to sleep
Time to think of dreaming deep
Sleep at night, you’ll miss the moon
Who cares? No one wants to spoon
Not important is the hour
Old age locks you in a tower
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Literature
The Town Clock
    No one expected such a finely built clock to die. But upon its death, no one cared.
    For one hundred years the clock stood on the corner in front of the jewelry store, faithful to keep the town on time. Two bright white faces with long, slender, finger-like black hands could be seen from either direction along Main Street.
    A lumber baron built the town he named Firgrove and gave the clock as a gift to honor the town’s official founding. The community rejoiced and named the timepiece “Lloyd’s Clock,” after the benefactor. Out of respect for the gift, townspeople built a cement pedestal to raise the clock’s base above the mud and filth of the dirt street.
    The clock’s workings, the eight-day variety, required the spring drive be oiled and wound once a week. The town assayer and jeweler received the commission to perform this task, a duty he gladly held and passed down to his prog
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Literature
El Torero
El Torero
(The Bullfighter)
    His body, black as the night, grande, like a mountain. One-half ton of angry death. He pounds the ground with hooves of steel, his smoking nostrils flaring blood-red, red as my Traje de Luces, my suit of lights.
    El Toro. He is bold, brave, fierce. Will I be his equal? Will I be as brave? They call me el Mejor Torero, the champion. How many bulls have I faced? We meet, we dance. Only one will walk away.
    My Rosita is here. She watches from the stands, her eyes black as this beast before me. She clutches her breast in fear and excitement. Will she greet me with a kiss, or tears when this ballet is completed?
    My heart pounds in my chest. But I must set aside my fear. Now all that exists is this moment he and I stand together.
    “Toro, venga.” Come, let us begin this ceta, this tryst.
    He stamps the g
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Literature
Sir Michael's Dragon
     Michael Clifford owned a castle, the only one on the block. Not the usual castle made of chairs and blankets. Sir Michael scoffed at those. He called them ‘peasant tents.’ His castle had real walls, rough-cut, of velvety green and coarse shades of brown and gray.
     His castle even had a moat, at least when it rained, and a drawbridge that could be raised and lowered to keep out unwanted visitors. Visitors like the evil Dark Knight, Sir Luther, who lived on the peasant lands four doors down and was always challenging him to spar or joust. Or, the pesky fair maiden, Becky, next door. With her constant chattering, she could charm the fire out of the fiercest dragon. Worse, she showed Sir Michael no respect. She called him– Mikey.
     Sir Michael lived alone in his castle with only his dragon, Lancelot, for company. The two were always together. Not fully trained in the art of dragonning, Lancelot could not yet breathe
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Literature
Bubbles
Bubbles are in her laughter
And the Sun rose when she smiled.
Sea-foam gray, her sparkling eyes,
The sea’s most beautiful child ...
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Literature
The Duel
The Duel
Eugene Field
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
‘T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t’ other had slept a wink!
      The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
      Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
            (I was n’t there; I simply state
            What was told to me by the Chinese plate!
)
The gingham dog went “Bow-wow-wow!”
And the calico cat replied “Mee-ow!”
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
      While the old Dutch clock in th
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Literature
ENOS Vacation Chap 1
Chapter One
Corporal Ryon Arrives
    I realized the moment I stepped off the transport, this planet hated me. Little did I know, three years later I would hate Enos even more. Four space folds out from Earth, 160 light-years from home, I stood on the gangway alone, trying to inhale air thick as Beijing smog and finding this pink stuff less breathable.
    Pink air? Whatever happened to blue?
    The Enos atmosphere contains enough oxygen and nitrogen to be breathable for humans. Or so they tell us. The corps, in its wisdom, decided that after acclimating, fighting Marines can breathe the thick stuff without a respirator. So why is a portable oxygen generator standard issue?  
    On Enos, the oceans are red. Marines returning to earth call them “Seas of Blood.” Something about them being rich in iron and amino acid-like compounds. No salt. If you fall in, you’ll sink like a stone.
  
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Literature
That Smile
That Smile  (Reprised)
She winked at me as I walked by. Was the wink only my imagination? Was the young woman actually flirting with me? I glanced back. There– again. The wink stopped me short; I had to find out.
Her face was only a portrait on canvas, but I couldn’t escape her enigmatic smile. She beckoned to me, called out to me, haunted me. The gentle curve of the lips. The slight upturn at the corners of her mouth. The pixie’s twinkle in her eye. She reached out to possess me.
When we first met, she was forgotten and ignored, covered with a light coating of dust, hidden away in a far, dark corner of the decrepit old thrift store on 3rd and Main. The portrait was of a woman, near forty. Her face was unremarkable, but to me, strikingly beautiful. A white crocheted scarf corralled a wild herd of golden curls. Thick tresses spilled across her shoulders and onto her breasts, which hid in modesty behind a black drape. The woman wore no jewelry, her beauty its own a
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Literature
Reynard's Run
Reynard’s Run
Hounds never give up.
They’ve caught my scent. Must lead them away from my den. This tall Kentucky Bluegrass will not hide me for long. I run. Must run.
At the creek, run upstream. The water carries away my scent. They’ll search both banks. It will buy me time to rest. Must rest.
Hounds never give up.
I hear them bay. Closer now. They’ve regained my scent. Ahead, the pine forest. Through the brambles. Into the forest, we race. Deeper in. Closer, ever closer. No tall grass to hide me. I’m a target for eyes and nose. I run. Must run. Lead them away from the den. My mate and kits are there.
Behind this pine, I’m out of sight. The roar of the gun. Bark above my head explodes. Splinters pierce my fur. I run. Must run.
My heart pounds, exploding in my chest. Breath sears my lungs. I can’t stop to rest. Must lead them from my family.
Hounds never give up.
Now, the hard, black earth. Metal monsters roar by. They shake the ground beneath m
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Literature
Static
The house came cheap; I wasn’t surprised. It was getting on in years, not run down yet but probably requiring a little more attention than it did in its youth. And then, of course, there were the rumors.
Haunted, said some of the locals.
No such thing, argued others, but even they admitted that there had been a mysterious disappearance a couple decades ago, and the new owners hadn’t been able to keep a renter there for more than half a year since. The most recent tenants lasted barely a month before hightailing it out without a backwards glance.
“What form does this ‘haunting’ take?” I asked my cashier as I picked up some groceries.
“I’ve never seen it,” he admitted, “but I’ve heard it’s mostly things like flickering lights, things turning themselves on or off, that sort of stuff.”
“Faulty wiring,” said an older man standing behind me in the line, “mark my words. It was built long enough ago
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Literature
Old Rain Man
"Creepy man! Creepy man! Old rain man! Old rain man!" my young voice echoed through the humid air.
The target of these anxious yells was old rain man. He was a sort of village curiosity, the local boogeyman.
The origin of his name was as simple as it gets: the old man was only seen when it rained. Then he'd leave his house, cross the yard and sit down on the bench in front of it. Once the rain stopped, he'd vanish back inside.
We kids had our share of stories and ideas about him. Some said he was the one who made it rain. Others said he wanted to flood the village. There were even a few who thought he was secretly an amphibian who needed the rain to survive.
In our village, there were never so much as a few days without heavy rain. Considering that, those stories seemed more than a bit plausible to us kids.
We kids often dared each other to provoke him or go near him. This time it had been my turn to yell at him to see if he'd come after me. In the end, though, the old man did nothing.
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Your art is definitely improving. I like the detail you show in the fur under the chin and on the back of the head. Also, the string an...

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Leo Hayes
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
I am 67 years old and a widower retired from the ministry and partly retired from the art industry. Fan and collector of animated movies (over 300!) as well as a large collection of cartoons. I especially like Warner Brothers, and Jay Ward's cartoons. Experienced painter of still life rocks and "happy little trees" next to a creek. Free-lance Photographer. Currently studying cartooning and animation. Partly retired, and taking the time to do what I've always wanted to do; draw my own animation characters. I'm not into furry porn or YIFF, but I do have a weird sense of humor!
I am an author and currently compiling a series of novels based on my Willow Valley characters. The characters that I'm drawing go along with the story, and are my inspiration.
I play jazz tenor sax and am a member of a community concert band and a swing band, hence the name "Lipster Leo'.
My primary language is English, but I speak some German, and I am studying Spanish. I can be fluently misunderstood in 6 foreign languages, including English.
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To all of my friends here on DA, and apparently, I have a lot of them!
Thank you, each one, for the birthday wishes, and especially the cakes. I'm stuffed. I have received cakes from all around the world. I would like to thank each of you personally but it would take hours. Please accept this as a personal thank you, and know I appreciate each of you and your thoughts.
I have friends on DA from around the world. More in South America that here in my hometown. Ouch. Is that bad? Know that I love each of you, and pray for you each time I log on.
  • Listening to: Do-Wop on Serius XM 50's
  • Reading: my laptop screen
  • Watching: quality DA artists
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: Dinner
  • Drinking: Diet Coke

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Comments to my visitors

Thanks for visiting my profile page. I'm honored!

:3 I spend hours, sometimes days working on my projects. If you favor one, please do not be offended if I don't immediately thank you for it. I may just be busy, or it may just slip my mind. Know that if you favor one of my pictures, I am greatly appreciative.

:3 If you give me a Llama just to get me to give you a page view, don't be upset if I don't thank you for it. I browse DA regularly looking for stuff to contribute to my groups. If I see something that I like, something well done with original thought and requiring time to create, I will visit your gallery to see more.

:3 I'm not into porn, YIFF, or fetishist work. If you are, more power to you. Art is in the eye of the beholder. Just don't expect me to praise your "Boobs and Booties" images; especially if they're just done for shock or fetish value.

:3 I work hard for my money. I give memberships and point gifts to those who have given me something tangible, as a symbol of appreciation.
I don't give gifts just because you ask, so don't waste both of our time. Grab a pencil and get to work.

:3 I welcome critiques of my work. It's how we learn. But if it's extensive, please send it in a note, rather than an extensive comment. Unless I ask for a critique, which I occasionally do.

:3 I'm an English major and always try to use it properly. You don't know how tempted I am to correct your grammar and spelling. But I promise not to do so if you don't make fun of mine!

THANKS FOR VISITING!

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Malintra-Shadowmoon Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello LipsterLeo  and welcome home!!

Thank you for joining the family of artists here at :icontheartistlounge:. We are eager to see your display of skill and talent and have it showcased in the Group! If you have any questions feel free to message us, and don't forget to check out the Group's rules.
Again, we say WELCOME HOME! Cheers and Applause - NaNoEmo Day 8 by Ridley126

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JWthaMajestic Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2018  Student Filmographer
Oh! I've missed your birthday!

Please forgive me... I've been trying to get through a huge workload. :(
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LipsterLeo Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
No worries- I appreciate the thought. Hug 
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OliverRed Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday, Leo. You're becoming another year greater and better. May the year of 2018 be happy and healthy for you and your love ones. God bless. :hug:
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ARCR-CRic Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2018   Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday Leo! Hope you are having a very good day, may this new year bring you many good things. Keep shining your light through words! :party:
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Nayikee Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!I will pee on your cushions Have your cake and eat it too 
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LordDominic Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday!
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Tinselfire Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2018
Happy birthday! ---<---@
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Andibi Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!  My turn to send a little cake to you -- :-)

Hope you have a great day and a wonderful year to come!
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