My feature artwork not only depicts one of my favorite works, but also what I feel. What like drawing or even what I feel like watching or reading.
The BraveMy eyes slowly opened, dry and red from the slight sliver of light beaming down from my barred window. My body drenched in sweat from the many fears and life-changing mistakes that haunt me every in my dreams. Though it doesn’t matter if I’m awake or asleep for that. The heat from this accursed land constantly under the sun’s wrath does the job just as good. I was slightly nauseated from the awful smell from the small, thin tailed creatures that lie “defeated” in the corners. Though our fates will be the same in the end, I will brave these harsh temperatures because for my imminent demise will much more glorious.The Brave by Asterrmon259
“Are you awake trash?” I heard from not too far way. The voice sounded familiar and I sighed at the thought of experiencing another “pre-show” visit. The guard approached my cell in a fanciful manner. His posture and tone always seemed frilly which normally made me question his “interests”. But nevertheless, he
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