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Sew Connected
Art has always been my passion to the point that I even teach it. Many of the things I know it's from experimentation and teaching myself, which is something I try to teach my students everyday. I don't do just one type of art, I do any and everything I can get my hands on. When it comes to textiles the only thing I knew when I first started out was to just try it out and if it didn't work try another way. I started off sewing by hand until my now husband bought me my first sewing machine. I struggled learning how to use it for a long time, but now I usually don't have any problems.
By Aquamarine Fox5 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer's Witch
T he evening's sunset was a spectacular one, all of the perfect reds, oranges, yellows and a splash of pink. Hiserly Goode saw it as she entered the Date Cafe, signing in for her allowed "date". Stupid male, hadn't even showed up. Well, that just means he gets a demerit for it. That will make it harder for him to get the next date. Stupid. Hiserly collected her points for attending the "date", and left for home before the Praetorian Guards decided she needed an escort home.
By Megan Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Poor Man's Apocalypse
The apocalypse was not as expected. Our fall from civilisation was neither quick, nor fast, nor exciting. It began in much the same way as any political change. A new rule here, a new tax there, inflation, unliveable wages, the lot. The well to-do middle class soon sank down to our lowly ranks; neighbourhoods slipped from homely to unkempt. Concrete began to crack, unemployment began to rise, and soon a slum lay upon every door step.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Fiction
Pandora's Boon
He was standing next to the rusting pumps when he saw the figure shimmering like a mirage in the distance across the ash belt. The pumps hadn’t pumped in years. Not since his grandfather’s time, or so he had been told. He never knew his grandfather. He only vaguely remembered his father. His mother had lived longer, but then the toxicity of ‘The Fission’ had taken her too. He watched the flesh melt from her bones and, when she passed, she felt like a feather in his arms as he laid her in the dusty grave next to the man she had loved.
By Al Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Robert & Ami - Matchmakers
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. Senior Year 2003-2004. Excerpt... January 2004 In the week leading up to the dance, Mark told Robert that Bette had asked him to the Darling Dance and Robert invited them to join him, Hank, and their dates Ami and Sonja at dinner at The Lodge. Bette was happy to go with a group outside her usual group of friends. She still drove her dad's truck and picked Mark up.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Fiction
Serialized Storytelling
I have always loved reading. From a young age, I would spend countless hours buried underneath a blanket with some sort of novel in my hand. From fantasy to nonfiction, I fell in love with each one. One of the genres that I was not much of a fan of growing up was comic books. Though I loved drawing, comics seemed like a cop-out to me. Rather than allowing your imagination to run wild, I felt constricted by the artist's interpretations of the characters I knew and loved so much. But, as people grow, so does their understanding of the world, and it was in the smallest moment that I fell in love with comic books.
By Robin Laurinec5 years ago in Fiction
THE JOURNAL
Many years had gone by since the world went completely sideways and did two or three summersaults in the process. All the signs of impending doom had been blatantly right in everyone’s faces, no exceptions, but like everything else, unless the big-ugly comes knocking at your door, no one does anything about the problem. And that’s what eventually happened, the big-ugly came knocking at everyone’s door at exactly the same moment, and when they opened their doors, all hell broke loose. Civilization should have paid more attention to irreversible climate changes due to mass deforestation, uncontrolled industrial growth and nonrestrictive mining and fracking procedures. Since the air was polluted, the soil and water poisoned and the massive accumulated ice at the North and South Poles was rapidly melting at an unprecedented pace, the oceans swallowing up entire cities; water, food and land becoming scarcer and a premium commodity, nuclear warfare erupted on a global scale.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
ii Reggie entered The Arrogant Frog, a small pub on the corner of Greek Street and Romily he knew as Charlie Sabini’s haunt of old, hoping he’d find him at his usual table. Sunlight slipped in through the drawn venetian blinds, where it scattered across a parquet floor through upturned chairs resting on tabletops. He could see dust motes floating in the bars of light as a barmaid swept the floor. The girl looked up briefly, hesitating at her chore, the broom almost stuttering before she turned, looking at the barman standing behind the counter who nodded briefly. The bottles and glasses lining the wall caught the light coming in through the blinds, reflecting diamonds of light that danced across the room. A lazy fan with one broken fin slowly spun in the shadowy depths of the timbered ceiling, a trail of cobwebs caught in its orbit as if part of the tail of a distant comet.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Fiction
