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In the opinion of each of you readers here, what do you suppose it takes to be a professional in order to be accepted in the world of job opportunities and working for the big name companies (in the art department)? It has been a thought that has been recycling over and over in my brain for the past week or two about what it comes to when recruitment comes into play; I have been told and listened in on professors in the field that it is about confidence, other times about hints of pride to hand over to the recruiters, though there is no talk of grades. I suppose that, in the end, grades are letters that signify how good you have been at speci
A calm river rests gently amongst the forest
A pebble is thrown, from where it is never known
Just a pebble- nothing more
But suddenly there were two more
But still- just pebbles
Nothing more
A third pebble is thrown
Then a fourth
Then a fifth
And so many more
“Just pebbles- nothing more?” says the river, now divided in two by a wall of pebbles, “it’s ruining my view- oh how they swarm!”
The pebbles were there-never causing too much trouble anywhere
Simple resting- existing
Being
“We mean you no harm, but if we bring you such alarm, then surely we will go,” said the largest of the pebbles, “ju
11 days to Christmas by Kyuubi-no-Kyuu, literature
Literature
11 days to Christmas
"Cynrik, you can come upstairs. It's time for christmas dinner."
He knew that voice. It was his mothers. It was sweet, one he could guess would belong to a completely normal mother who cared for their child. The young blond glared up to the source of light through his glasses. The woman figure waited there for a moment, then she came down.
"You are coming up this instant, ungrateful brat!"
Even though the blond, underfed boy struggled his mother dragged him out of the basement with force. Forced to sit down by the dinner table, he stared down at the pie on his plate. His sister had been turned into a pie - again. His... Probably fifth sist
13 days to Christmas by Kyuubi-no-Kyuu, literature
Literature
13 days to Christmas
The young blond woman had a very particular mission, which had been rather hard. It was surprisingly hard to steal a simple tophat from the murderer, but she supposed it also was surpsingly easy to steal it with a fishing rod. Looking around her, she grinned. She had everything with her, including the fishing rod. As long as he didn't come back home just yet, this would work. As she picked out a huge pepsi bottle and a special cap with a mentos in. She replaced the orginal cap with the special one. As she dropped the mentos in the coke with a wire, she hurredly dropped the tophat over it and ran. It exploded, sending the hat flying. When she
16 days to Christmas by Kyuubi-no-Kyuu, literature
Literature
16 days to Christmas
A dark skinned woman, easily mistaken for a child, tried to dodge the crowds, a hat firmly placed on her head, along with a pair of sunglasses and a too big overcoat to avoid being recognised. This person was the not-so-young demoness of a band member of a famous band, Chesa Kapalaran. A soft pink glow was barely visible behind the sunglasses. Thankfully for her she wasn't recognised.
It wouldn't be fun if her friends got to know she was in town right then, looking for their presents a bit ahead of time.
Stopping for a moment outside a petshop, she barely resisted the urge to buy a leash or a dogbone for her werewolf friend. A brief moment,
20 days to Christmas by Kyuubi-no-Kyuu, literature
Literature
20 days to Christmas
The redhead with green eyes looks at the clothes in the store, frowning. She couldn't see it.
The short coctail dresses that she found was not good for her. She didn't have anything long enough to hide her scars if she would wear anything of that, and it would ruin it for her. On the other hand the long dresses where nothing impressive and most of them showed her back. She was rather unamused by the whole thing.
She shakes her head and turns around, walking away.
She had gone to look for some more fitting clothes for Christmas, namely red and white clothes. She was just unable to find a dress that made her show her scars, which would be th
From Me to You, My Love by JemmuelJasminJr, literature
Literature
From Me to You, My Love
So, apparently, there's this thing called Valentine's Day, and it's today.
It's where, you know, we be all mushy and stuff together and have our love revitalized in some odd phenomena from this particular day. The hearts, the red and white and pink, the roses, anything resembling the word and form of love is emphasized.
But I think WE could do without it.
I don't need a day to understand who you are and what you mean to me. I don't need to specify a moment in my life, no matter how hectic it is, to love you with as much love as I can give. To me, Valentine's Day is a farce, a sad excuse for lovers to say that their love is true, but only o
I'm just a fine arts major who's trying to make it in this world as an artist and storyteller. I hope with my work in both illustration and writing that I can entertain and inspire people. I want to be able to grow in my skills as an all-around artist, and to get my stories out in the open! Thank you for talkin' a peek at this little lady's page and I hope you enjoyed the visit! C:
Yay! I'm still in school, second year, so homeowrk and everything still blows, but otherwise, life is going well! Getting married in under 2 months! WOOT!