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My side blog!

I have a side blog for the book I'm working on with my friend if you want to check it out!

The Puppeteer is a story about a girl named Maria going to a new, quiet town in Michigan. She meets a few people and learns of a cabin near her house that is said to had killed a family; and 'The Puppet Man' now haunts it. Curious, Maria and her friends check it out. Well-she does at least. Maria now has to decide who to listen to. Listen to her mother and get away from the cabin at all costs? Or... him.

Here's the link to my blog! I post the basic ideas of the chapters in order so if you want to read it, it would have to be from bottom up.

We appreciate any support it gets!

The Puppeteer on Tumblr

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part 2 of my illustrated desert duo poem! if you haven't seen part one, check the #dying in your arms comic tag to read that one first :) transcript under cut

(Part 1) (Part 3) (Full Poem)

(comic text)

On the day that I am going to die, the sun hangs high in the sky

first, blinding white, before it simmers into the crimson of twilight

a bloodstain spread across billowing clouds.

It turns your brown eyes red, that light,

and I want to ask if you'll cry when it happens,

when my throat is in your hands, pulse stammering against your palms

right by your thumb, where I used to kiss you

the press of my mouth, the press of my heart, the press of your hands against my neck

your beauty makes me choke

and I want to kiss you again, before it's over.

On the day that I am dying, my blood stains the white sands red

bringing the ocean to the desert, oh, that wine-red sea,

you look so beautiful with my blood smeared across your lips

a violent lipstick dressing you up for my final moments

when I am bleeding out beneath you.

you're so pretty. Have I told you I love you today?

I want to, one last time, before it's over