Pictures

I really dont feel like saying aything, but long story short, my computer's fucked up again. I'm pissed about it. So to make up for the fact that I really can't do anything too well right now, I'm putting up a few more pictures.

Yay! Pool Party!

Yay! Kissing!

Yay! Very Lesbian Hats!

But don't shit, I like that hat.

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Here You Go Zack

I actually finished your request a long time ago. There were just some issues with getting it on here. Also you know, the slight problem of you hating me. But whatever, you still deserve a Picture.

Cyborg. Just like you wanted, and still slightly cute, just like I wanted. Everyone wins!!

Also on this page, is a dinosaur I made. He's awesome. I'll show you.

Sexy right? Totally is.

Sorry if you cant really see it, pencils and everything.

Anyways, Proof that I WILL eventually do a request pic for you guys. So ask for it already. I'm bored and don't have a job yet.

 Request Email is here: rekabstory@hotmail.com

Commente!

So, I dont really have anything interesting that I wanted to say today. But instead, I thought I might put up one of the things I've written. Here:

"A New Day is Dawing"

The sun broke the dark foreboding clouds in shinning shafts of light. As the light fell it passed into a magnificent stained glass window; sending a colored glow into the room beyond.

The illumination brings the previously darkened room into focus. Wooden pews line the main aisle, though some are broken and rotted. The entire Church gives off a sense of great age and quiet reverence. A man sits cross-legged upon a cracked granite altar. As he breathes, dust motes swirl around him. A single candle's light becomes less and less significant as daylight covers the room. The massive pillars holding the balcony are lit with a bright ray of morning sun. With a sigh the man unfolds himself and blows out his small candle. He pours the hot liquid wax into a cylindrical glass full of solid wax with a wick protruding out. Once his morning routine was over with he stood and stretched.

Watching the sun lengthen and finally reach the large wooden doors at the far end of the aisle, the man began to walk towards a spiral staircase. These steps hardly looked as if they could support any weight at all; however, the man began to climb them with no uneasiness. Reaching his destination in a low ceilinged attic, the man grabbed hold of a thick rope that had begun to fray rather badly. Holding the rope tightly, the man gave it a hard tug. A bell tolled resoundingly, breaking the silence of the dawn. A scuffling of rodents and other unwelcome occupants of the Church were the only other sounds to be heard as they fled into the walls to wait out another day. Smiling, the man pulled the bell a second time. The powerful rope, which he had used for many years to ring the bells, finally snapped sending a muted ring out across the town.

Sighing, the man continued up the spiral staircase with slightly more caution. At the end of the stairs he stopped and stood next to the massive bronze bell. The bell was cracked and had seen more work than anything else in the Church, except perhaps the man himself. Placing one hand on the scarred surface of the bell, the man looked out on the town, now full lit with the sun.

"A new day is dawning."

Oh Look, an Angel!

Yup, So I got my laptop back, finally! I'm excited, and am working on reloading all my crap on to it. But it's totallyy fixed up now, no cracks or anything.

Yeah, so I made another picture Angels this time.

here.

Aren't they just terrific? He doesn't have arms and I messed up the Pants...

Yay~

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