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I don't say this enough - you've really come far in terms of your modelling. Everything from the pose of the figures to the lighting an...

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I come form a very serious family, as you can see.
    Well, it's hard to believe but it's been about a year since I wrote the beginning of one of my stories. I plan to finish writing the rest of Cloven Hoof Manor this season. It may be two or three parts. Here's the first part, to get caught up.

Clovenhoof Manor    Thunder and lightning racked the night sky as Ethan Dandridge rushed for the safety of the small, overhanging porch. Rain pelted the tiled roof mercilessly as grimacing gargoyles seemed to mock him with silent laughter, their piercing eyes illuminated by the vivid flashes of lightning. The storm had been predicted earlier that day; yet the sudden force with which it sprung to life caught many off guard. Dandridge was not the last to make it to the sprawling manner, to his relief. As he huddled to stay beneath the meager protection of the covered porch, he saw two figures come darting out of the misty shadows as the curtains of rain swallowed the night. A tall, thin man with an equally thin mustache held his lady friend close as they too ducked under the tiled roof. They all huddled against the wall like pigeons in a coop.
    "I say, lovely evening, don't you think", the tall gentleman quipped. The woman let out what may have been a sigh of relief or a gasp agai

    While the vagaries of everyday life can interfere with my creative projects, some of my hesitation comes from deciding whether or not I should put all my work here, or look to publish something - such as a collection of spooky stories, or ultimately my Motley Knight tales. It's something I've really been thinking about over the past year. I also would like to keep my writing alive, and may consider some sort of writing prompts. The same could apply to my other art, though I'll leave that for a later discussion.

    In the mean time, to set the Halloween mood, here's a collection of some of my stories. It's just a fun-sized sampling. I hope it helps you get into the spirit of things.

Chatting With A Friend    Another crappy night wasted waiting for his online friends - just more of the same, Raymond grunted. He slammed his hands down angrily on the keyboard. He knew they were doing the same things he was doing. Why not be bored together on Skype? Raymond was beginning to get annoyed with this pattern. Having moved into his new apartment, all he had were his online friends.
    If they didn't want to talk to him, then he'd find someone else to talk to. Raymond went to the elegant cabinet against the wall, where his games were kept. He took out his favorite board game. Still in excellent condition, in its original wooden box, was the ouija board that he "inherited" from his family during the big move. It came with all his other prized possessions in the old cabinet that had belonged to his grandmother.
    Objects like these were all he had to remind him of the good old days. Well, they weren't really all that good. He was living the life - out on his own now
  Only When It Rains    Whatever it was only came out when it rained. All the townsfolk knew that - those who believed there was anything in the harbor, that is. The folks with more money lived in bigger homes towards the center of town. A few lived on the bluffs, in houses overlooking the sea. Of course, they had little to do with the open water. When the weather wasn't nice, they weren't looking out over the grey sea. Nature was just a backdrop for their amusement. Those who made a living off the pier, those who patrolled the beaches and had to clean up the fish heads it puked back up the next day - we all knew about it.
    Of course, no one had really gotten a good look at it. Some were curious - intrigued may be a better word. They went out to find it but didn't have much luck. Some very bright minds came and got some evidence - but it was quickly dismissed by other scientists, the lazy ones who knew exactly what it was so didn't bother to come and do research like these me

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