My deviantART StoryHello everyone! I don't have a lot of time (but I really want this badge (´° w °`; )7 ) since I'm doing the commisssions to everyone who help me with my kitten and other project that I have in mind, plus I will go to another con at 16th and 17th (ah, and I'm trying to reply all the comments but is a bit hard, so please be patients with me).
Well, now to the point, my deviantART story, at 2008 I was little girl who wanted to go to the university and study physics, of course I drawed and was in some artistical activities but I almost never use internet at those days, I only had an account in hotmail as I did a Kurofai doujinshi and some original mangas at 2007 and 2006 my friend AlBlPh who likes TRC and Fai thought that would be a nice idea if more people could see my art and he open an account to me here, even he wrote a journal about it http://fav.me/d3xyj95 (⌒_⌒; ) some of the drawings that he and me uploaded from 2008 to 2009:
Espejo, Cap. 6
Espejo, Cap. 6
Fionna se despertó lentamente, y cuando acabó de abrir los ojos, notó el sol en su piel. Entraba por una ventana, se podía ver el paisaje. Giró la cabeza hacia ella y creyó que aún estaba soñando. Todo eran casas de caramelo, galletas o turrón. Igual que la gente que andaba. Oyó voces y miró de donde procedían. Había un tio rosa hablando con un helado el cual llevaba una bata de medico. El helado se despidió y se fue. El rosa se giró hacia ella, y cuando vió que estaba despierta la ayudó a incorporarse. Parece que creyó que algo iba mal y Gumball le preguntó si se encontraba bien. Fionna, aún en shock, dijo:
-Pero como...? Si eres igual que mi novio! -Gumball no se esperaba eso, en absoluto-
-Q-q-que? Novio? -Fionna estaría de broma ¿no? Si ella tuviese novio, se lo hubiese dicho, son amigos...-
-Por que te sorprende tanto? Y si... eres muy p
Scars of the Past- AT Fan fic- Prolouge
I loved him once, but now it's time. He's got to die.
As I walked down the path of jagged rock, I surveyed my horrid surroundings. On either of my sides lay mile high pillars crafted from the bones of the dead, stacked atop each other, a vine of poison ivy wrapped around each pillar. The red sky above, filled with clouds of flame and poison gas, seemed to be sucking in any life there was in the terrible place. The plumes of lava erupting from cracks in the rock, how did they not burn me, but the sun did? The road stretching in front of me was completely red from blood, and the smell of death swirled around me. I can't believe I liked it.
It's hard to believe I didn't die right there, even though I am semi-immortal. I couldn't control the gushing of blood from the scar on my neck, and the pain was like that of a herd of antelope running over me. My hand was stained from the blood, and I needed another way to try to stop the bleeding. I ripped off a piece of my already torn shirt, and wr