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Last Plea
Day 23: I put down these words so you know I’m innocent. I killed no child, especially not my own. My country of origin is not known since I was born at sea to refugees from a land where they were exiled. No country would give us citizenship so I remain a woman with no country or land that I may call my own, but I’m no a killer. Day 58: My trial is set in international waters. My please for mercy have gone unheard. None believe me. I have no representation. I’ve murdered no children. I did not push my own child into the sea to save myself. Being the only survivor on the raft doesn’t mean I hurt the others. The storm t
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Camp Spare
It was Prince Leo’s first time at Camp Spare, the summer camp for second in line royals. He was ten, short for his age, and just a little on the chubby side. Not like his older brother who was currently at Camp Monarch across the lake. His brother was everything a prince should be: tall, handsome, and brave. He would be a great king someday. Leo would not. He was born only in case his brother died. Since it looked like his brother was going to make it, Dad told Leo it was time to start considering his other options. Camp Spare was the perfect place to start, Dad said. Looking around the crowded parade ground, Leo considered his option
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Waiting for the Apocalypse
Death checked his pocket watch again. It was 3:15 and well past the starting time. Where was Gerry? Why hadn’t he come to let the four horsemen out yet. Today was the day to end the world and that just couldn’t happen without the four horsemen. War paced the small room in Hell where the four were waiting for their cue. He kept muttering to himself though what exactly he was saying wasn’t clear. Pestilence took a long drag from his cigarette and leaned back in his cushy chair. “Maybe this will be like the last time. What was that guy’s name again?” Lounging on the couch, Famine sipped on some coffee. &#82
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To Kill a God
Brother Talmond accepted being a paladin when he was just a boy of eight. It never occurred to him that he might not want to be a paladin for the dead gods. Ever since the monsters took his mother, he knew he wanted to fight back, to push them back to the darkness where they came from when the gods were slaughtered. He still wanted to. Protect the towns and cities from the great evil was his life calling. He knew it. It felt right to slay a hideous beast luring children from their beds and eating them. No one said he would have to kill children. He sat outside the village, just off the side of the road and held his head. Kill a child they
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The Feeling of Kaboom
There is a feeling, a particular, unique feeling you get when something goes kaboom. It’s hard to explain exactly, but I think it has something to do with how close you were to the explosion when it happened. When I broke into the stodgy old noble’s manor, I never expected to find myself in a strange room filled with barrels and barrels of fireworks. To be honest, I’d never much thought about where fireworks came from. I enjoyed them at new year’s over the bay in Mertia, but never really stopped to do more than that. There I was, though, in a room with more fireworks than I thought existed in the whole world. They li
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Allpowerium
Allpowerium. It was a stupid name, but definitely not a stupid creation. By far, it was Dr. Thudero’s greatest chemical creation. He wasn’t even a chemist either. He just needed a new type of rocket fuel. This should have gotten him a promotion. It didn’t. Dr. Death Bringer never promoted people that deserved it, and no one questioned it. He was Dr. Death Bringer, and anyone who questioned him would never ask anything again. Today, he was going to pay for that. Natalie had snuck out late at night while her dad slept and caught a cab all the way here. Now she was in the bushes outside the back gate with a plan, her father
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The Cat and the Crow
The dreamland of Ash Whittleton was often cold, particularly in the summer when the heat was at it’s worst. Summer was when his dream palace turned to a sparkling world of ice and snow. The palace pond ran so cold it froze over, and all the dream walkers donned their winter coats. Except Midnight who remained as black as ever. She always hated the cold. When there was snow in the waking world, she would be found curled up by the fire like any sane cat. Snow was cold and wet. No cat liked the water. This particular afternoon, while Ash was still away at school, Midnight was tending to the dreamlands, trying to bring some warmth to the
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I Didn't Lose
They took Mesa out kicking and screaming, but when they put her on ice, she smiled and whispered that she didn’t lose. They would understand soon. It was absurd Dr. Rayland’s mind. They’d spent years building this city and equipping it to defend itself from the degenerates of the world. Now it was in the air, flying over the world, and that useless slave girl was frozen in one of their test facilities. Her rebellion and it’s pathetic symbol ’J’ failed, the last of the slaves killed, and the perfect city, built with the guidance of God himself was ready to purge the world. Utopia was upon them. No more hea
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Hiding
He strutted through the heart of the town. A little wind ruffled his mane. Head held high, wings flared only enough to look imposing, he looked like something heroic from a fairy tale. As long as you ignored the blood spattered on his lion body and dripping from his thick paws. That was the last image Teega had of the sphinx before she hid inside a barrel of pickles. She was still small enough to fit, but only barely. Mother once said if any of their kind came to hide there. They wouldn’t be able to smell her in there. She wasn’t sure where mother was now, but all the screaming had stopped. It wasn’t quiet, though. She cou
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The Knight and the Dragon
Being a prisoner is never fun. This is even more true when your captor is a dimwitted knight intent on killing a dragon. A dimwitted knight with dented armor, a banged up shield, and a plume full of weeds and thistle seeds. “Perfect,” Knight Renly whispered to his gnome captive. “Now go out there and baa or something.” The gnome, a thief most called Hands, scowled at Renly. It was hard to take him seriously while tied up and wearing that sheepskin and a big bell though. Even when not dressed like a sheep, Hands wasn’t exactly intimidating. This just made it all the worse. “No,” the gnome grunted o
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Last Plea
Day 23: I put down these words so you know I’m innocent. I killed no child, especially not my own. My country of origin is not known since I was born at sea to refugees from a land where they were exiled. No country would give us citizenship so I remain a woman with no country or land that I may call my own, but I’m no a killer. Day 58: My trial is set in international waters. My please for mercy have gone unheard. None believe me. I have no representation. I’ve murdered no children. I did not push my own child into the sea to save myself. Being the only survivor on the raft doesn’t mean I hurt the others. The storm t
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Camp Spare
It was Prince Leo’s first time at Camp Spare, the summer camp for second in line royals. He was ten, short for his age, and just a little on the chubby side. Not like his older brother who was currently at Camp Monarch across the lake. His brother was everything a prince should be: tall, handsome, and brave. He would be a great king someday. Leo would not. He was born only in case his brother died. Since it looked like his brother was going to make it, Dad told Leo it was time to start considering his other options. Camp Spare was the perfect place to start, Dad said. Looking around the crowded parade ground, Leo considered his option
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Waiting for the Apocalypse
Death checked his pocket watch again. It was 3:15 and well past the starting time. Where was Gerry? Why hadn’t he come to let the four horsemen out yet. Today was the day to end the world and that just couldn’t happen without the four horsemen. War paced the small room in Hell where the four were waiting for their cue. He kept muttering to himself though what exactly he was saying wasn’t clear. Pestilence took a long drag from his cigarette and leaned back in his cushy chair. “Maybe this will be like the last time. What was that guy’s name again?” Lounging on the couch, Famine sipped on some coffee. &#82
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To Kill a God
Brother Talmond accepted being a paladin when he was just a boy of eight. It never occurred to him that he might not want to be a paladin for the dead gods. Ever since the monsters took his mother, he knew he wanted to fight back, to push them back to the darkness where they came from when the gods were slaughtered. He still wanted to. Protect the towns and cities from the great evil was his life calling. He knew it. It felt right to slay a hideous beast luring children from their beds and eating them. No one said he would have to kill children. He sat outside the village, just off the side of the road and held his head. Kill a child they
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The Feeling of Kaboom
There is a feeling, a particular, unique feeling you get when something goes kaboom. It’s hard to explain exactly, but I think it has something to do with how close you were to the explosion when it happened. When I broke into the stodgy old noble’s manor, I never expected to find myself in a strange room filled with barrels and barrels of fireworks. To be honest, I’d never much thought about where fireworks came from. I enjoyed them at new year’s over the bay in Mertia, but never really stopped to do more than that. There I was, though, in a room with more fireworks than I thought existed in the whole world. They li
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Allpowerium
Allpowerium. It was a stupid name, but definitely not a stupid creation. By far, it was Dr. Thudero’s greatest chemical creation. He wasn’t even a chemist either. He just needed a new type of rocket fuel. This should have gotten him a promotion. It didn’t. Dr. Death Bringer never promoted people that deserved it, and no one questioned it. He was Dr. Death Bringer, and anyone who questioned him would never ask anything again. Today, he was going to pay for that. Natalie had snuck out late at night while her dad slept and caught a cab all the way here. Now she was in the bushes outside the back gate with a plan, her father
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The Cat and the Crow
The dreamland of Ash Whittleton was often cold, particularly in the summer when the heat was at it’s worst. Summer was when his dream palace turned to a sparkling world of ice and snow. The palace pond ran so cold it froze over, and all the dream walkers donned their winter coats. Except Midnight who remained as black as ever. She always hated the cold. When there was snow in the waking world, she would be found curled up by the fire like any sane cat. Snow was cold and wet. No cat liked the water. This particular afternoon, while Ash was still away at school, Midnight was tending to the dreamlands, trying to bring some warmth to the
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I Didn't Lose
They took Mesa out kicking and screaming, but when they put her on ice, she smiled and whispered that she didn’t lose. They would understand soon. It was absurd Dr. Rayland’s mind. They’d spent years building this city and equipping it to defend itself from the degenerates of the world. Now it was in the air, flying over the world, and that useless slave girl was frozen in one of their test facilities. Her rebellion and it’s pathetic symbol ’J’ failed, the last of the slaves killed, and the perfect city, built with the guidance of God himself was ready to purge the world. Utopia was upon them. No more hea
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Hiding
He strutted through the heart of the town. A little wind ruffled his mane. Head held high, wings flared only enough to look imposing, he looked like something heroic from a fairy tale. As long as you ignored the blood spattered on his lion body and dripping from his thick paws. That was the last image Teega had of the sphinx before she hid inside a barrel of pickles. She was still small enough to fit, but only barely. Mother once said if any of their kind came to hide there. They wouldn’t be able to smell her in there. She wasn’t sure where mother was now, but all the screaming had stopped. It wasn’t quiet, though. She cou
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The Knight and the Dragon
Being a prisoner is never fun. This is even more true when your captor is a dimwitted knight intent on killing a dragon. A dimwitted knight with dented armor, a banged up shield, and a plume full of weeds and thistle seeds. “Perfect,” Knight Renly whispered to his gnome captive. “Now go out there and baa or something.” The gnome, a thief most called Hands, scowled at Renly. It was hard to take him seriously while tied up and wearing that sheepskin and a big bell though. Even when not dressed like a sheep, Hands wasn’t exactly intimidating. This just made it all the worse. “No,” the gnome grunted o

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I’ve seen a woman: I’ve seen a woman with hurting eyes and the warmest smile       That gave me a preview into who I wanted to be— Strong and willful in the harshest of times. I’ve seen a woman: Who always fed an army of seven hectic little ones and herself. Whose stressed face inspired a 12-year old to hustle candy at school. Who whupped disrespectful youth; Who gave the confused clarification. Who cared for strangers in cold, white, secluded rooms. Who gave the perfect pep talk in those I-can’t-go-on-situations. Who was fruitless but more of a momma than actual birthers. Who gained superman-like strength to
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        Alette bounced with impatience and tucked on her mother's sleeve. "Can I go to bed yet? Can I? It's almost half past eight. Can I go to bed? It's my bedtime. I wanna go to bed. I WANNA GO TO BEEEED! MO-OOOM!"        Finally her mother gave up on the bills and looked down at the six-year-old girl, who crossed her arms and returned the look reproachfully.        "It's my bedtime," Alette repeated, scolding her mother for not paying attention to the hour.        Trying not to chuckle at the scowl her daughter gave her, she got up and nodded, "You're right. Did you brush your teeth?"        Alette bared her teeth and tilted her head u
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Thanks for the fave!
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Hello, I wandered in here after reading your webcomics... do you plan to go back to them someday? Aspecially as you left both of them on cliffhangers...
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Tealya|Hobbyist General Artist
I would like to, and I've been trying, but finding time is hard these days. I work more than full time right now most of the week and i'm exhausted at the end of the day. Most of the time I just want to crawl in bed after work. I'm trying to get back into drawing and I've considered redoing Tainted as a written book (since finding five minutes to write is often easier than finding a few hours to draw). For the moment, the comics are on the back burner until I can get to a more financially stable point in my life where I have more time and less money concerns. I'm glad you like them and it's nice to know some people did enjoy them. It's why I keep trying to find the time for them.
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annasandalaki|Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for Llama :) (Smile) 
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Idlewings|Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you for the fave <3 
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Thank you for the +watch! Lily's Rainbow Box
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Thanks so much for the watch!:)
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