“Do you dislike drawing human faces because you’re bad at it, or are you bad at it because you dislike it?”
Let’s be honest: this started long enough ago that I don’t even remember which of the dislike or the lack of skill came first. All I can say is, I still haven’t been given an appealing reason why I should break the cycle.
(and no, “every person who draws should know how to draw human portraits” is NOT a good reason)
"You are the chosen one."
"Me?"
"You. The evil god wakes. Without you, he cannot be defeated."
"What must I do?"
"Ask your grandmother to come out of retirement."
"What?"
"She's the ultimate warrior."
"But... Why don't you ask her?"
"She is scary!"
"She's not!"
"We chose wisely."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
Remember that movie where an old woman learns that some mercenaries are desecrating a tomb while looking for a jewel she actually owns, so she gets herself invited to their base, talks them all into feeling sad, then discreetly gets rid of the jewel by dumping it right back into the tomb they just gave up on raiding?
A coin clinked into the bowl.
"Tell a story of love and war."
The storyteller considered. "There once were two soldiers, who loved each other very-"
"No! Not like that!"
"I will give you what you have paid for. If it is not what you want, learn to ask better."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
Almost three years after I completed the sketch, I finally got to color this guy.
And since he looks like he’s perfectly aware of being pretty, I named him Lavorary, meaning “perfect”.
(I’m nothing if not predictable…)
I was born, raised, and am still living in central Madagascar. Yes, really. Also known as DarHan on a few other sites.