Witch Writing - taster

You don't write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

 

 

As this is a writing/artist/travel blog I thought that maybe today I would share with you a small piece of my writing. Just a little slither as I'm not too keen on posting my work on the internet, you often get those little people who like to steal ideas and no one can help that I know. Now this is just something I wrote a while ago late at night while I was avoiding sleep. I seem to write better at that time and people have often said it's because you can let go of your day time worries. Please let me know if this is a true theory! Now, I am in no way a professional, I just carry the weight of passion and love for this type of skill and I wish to share it. I talk about books on here a lot, I talk about the stories I love so now you will get to see the type of stories I like to write. I am only going to show you a part of this small story so there will be things missing however I could always show you on another post the before and after.

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"Please, just, calm down!"

"There is nothing that you can say to me, to ever make this ok," as she talks her voice shakes in the thick air, the smoke around her bubbling up and rising like her anger. Her cold blue eyes widen as she feels the magic she possesses strain to rip out of her glowing purple hands. "Henry I want you to leave me alone and never, ever come back."

Henry, with his tousled black hair she once loved and smoky grey eyes she used to adore, lifts up a shaking hand in indication for her to calm down. He is scared and she can see it in his eyes and in the slight flickering to her hands every once in a while. She could already feel the power radiating from the magic within and it took every ounce of her strength to keep it that way. "Elizabeth," He reasoned, keeping his tone light but she could sense his rising hysteria. He knew that if she lost control her anger would come down on him like a storm and there would be nothing they could do. "Lizzie, you're new to this world, you're new to these powers. You need me, don't deny it. There are things you need to learn and things you need to be able to control! I can't leave you like this!"

"I don't want it," she replied savagely, her voice rising around the smoke that she had evoked around her body. The heat was unbearable. "I don't want to be a witch, I don't want to have these powers!" she stepped forward and Henry's face flashed in fear, his eyes going straight to her hands. They were sparking now, the magic fizzing and burning.

He gulped once yet still tried to reason with her. "You no longer have boundaries, you have so much power within you. What more could you want? The possibilities are endless, we have no rules!  I thought you'd want this--"

She surged forward, grasping around his dark shirt and pulling him in toward her. She almost spat her next words. "I can't control the things that I do. I can't stop the danger that I possess and this is all your fault. I killed someone! Why would I want this?!" Something inside of her seemed to snap and suddenly her hands burst with purple fire, exploding on her hands and onto Henry. He cried out as she pushed him against the wall, the fire spreading up to his shoulders. When she met his gaze her eyes were no longer her own.

The magic had taken them.




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So there you go, just a little taster of my own writing, I hope you enjoyed it! I will have some more book reviews coming very, very soon!

 

 

FQ

Acrylic Paint

"Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see" - Henri Rousseau

 

This is a medium that has both challenged me and made me love it. I found it extremely hard to even get a good picture going as whenever I placed a brush stroke in the wrong place, well, I panicked. After a few years of never giving up on this type of paint I eventually got used to the techniques and found that if you make a mistake, that doesn't matter, just make it work! You can layer the paint or work with the mistake made. Of course, there are times when the mistake made is irrevocable but that happens sometimes. My favourite paint is water colour but it's always good to work with variation and widen your skills and really, some pictures produced in this medium are breathtaking. Acrylic is good as thick paint or watered down and this mixes up your work into something unpredictable.  People work at it for days, months and years, perfecting their skill and it is totally worth it. There are always different styles and techniques with a type of paint and with acrylic the realistic paintings are just fantastic.

 

Now I'm not the best painter and I never will be but that doesn't stop me and it shouldn't stop you. I'll tell you the truth, I don't work in this medium often but I do look at some pictures to help me get inspired and actually try it again. I thought I'd share some with you because this type of paint is worth it!