And I'm getting down to writing something longer... I hope I'll have enough resolve to finish it.


Across the SeaThe usual scent of jasmine was gone, leaving only the humid saltiness of the storm. There was a feel of weariness to the place, and even the light from the fireplace seemed dimmed by an overwhelming hue of grey. The shadows around were a quickly darkening grey, and she knew the world outside had now only one colour: grey sea, calming after storm, but still adorned with snowy-grey foam; vast grey of sky, slowly turning into black, a cloud here and there, each in different shades of grey.Across the Sea
She was tired. Tired of stories, or maybe of the long-lasting lack of them. Tired of the storm and pouring rain, veiling the horizon with blurred grey
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*professional doodler and all around weirdo*
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I create a variety of art, how's my progress? ^_^
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"Art is a blast" - Deidara
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