Deleted My Previous Post After Getting Reassured By My Best Friend

Deleted my previous post after getting reassured by my best friend

I know I'm not a bad person

And I'm so stupid for creating a Tumblr poll to see if having an opinion on something made me one

Sorry you always have to fix my confidence issues, Jo

I don't exactly feel like finishing this one, cause all that's left is people and it can't draw people, but here's a practice thing I drew before I try to draw something specific

I don't exactly have that many worked on wips, so a few of these might just be wip ideas(but you'll never know which, mha ha ha )

Tagging: @dyrewrites @shepardsherd (meant to tag a third but can't remember their tag)

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff, I haven't done this one before!

Out of Context WIP Poll

Rules: post out-of-context summaries of your WIPs and get people to vote on which one they’d most like to read

I only really have 2 wips, so I'll just do one for all the books that have made it to first draft

Yeah, summaries aren't my strong suit, but whatever

I'll tag @somethingclevermahogony @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @addicted2coke-theothercoke @amandacanwrite and open tag :)

I DO NOT DO DRUGS, DO NOT TRY TO SELL ME DRUGS

Cassesteormel

The Revenant

Sirens screamed like an old Drekavac now immortalized in cold steel, their cries accompanied by violent red lights of warning which shone upon blood that bathed dead corridors. Once soldiers of courage fled down winding halls in panic, more, in dread. Rightfully scared scientists, engineers, cooks, janitors, piolets, all that remained, that is, crammed themselves into every tight corner that provided a haven of safety. God-fearing roars of resident announcer Micheal Shirk bellowed out mechanically an omen that all could see. The Revenant had arrived once more.

As hell broke loose, and the stranger from across the stars massacred the occupants of Travelway Haden, Captain Philip prepared to take his own life.

Philip thought first of despair, of agony, of pain soon arriving and to be delivered by his own pistol. A vellian shot through the chest would be the force of a raging bull, the shock of the electric chair. Millions of volts were to course through his body instantaneously on impact. A violence beyond nature that would evaporate hair, burn skin, twist bone in sudden spasm, and partially cremate upon corpseification. Even all this would not act quick enough to prevent Philip from the second pain. From feeling the gaping hole in his chest, lungs popping and hearts punctured, muscle dropping to the floor, blood pouring.

As the Revenant drew near, and the last dying screams of attempted hiders vibrated upon metal, the choice became clear.

Philip's next thoughts were of regret, for Cassandra told clearly of the knife in her hand, and how she would come to exact payment in pain. It was clear from that start that whatever was trapped within the vessel, its construction of solid tungsten and alien alloy, was never meant to be. Yet Haden had welcomed the unknown stranger, nursed it, taught it. Taught it science, and religion, and history, and culture, and politics, and above all the purest way of man, the greatest pastime of humanity, how to kill. It so passively demonstrated its clear lacking need for instruction, standing idly and with disinterest at every world not involving food, until we had come to the topic of death. Foolish as children, we were but toys that interested it, animals barking such funny noises, but when a dog bites an owner, the dog must die.

Screams had all died down now, even the howls of Shirk. Not even the Drekavac and its fellow red dared announce the coming presence, for without warning Haden was silent and dark. Silent, that is, except for the soft foot prints of the Revenant outside the command rooms very door.

Steeled, prepared, Philip turned the gun rapidly not at the mortal monster beyond but towards his own life. Pulling hard the clicking trigger so that a finger paled from pressure. Dying. Alone. One billion miles from family. But safe from the Revenant. Safe.

The Revenant did later then open the heavy door to find a bloodbath. Mangled and burnt body that smolders atop fine carpet now dipped in red, half the chest thrown against the wall. It surely smiled at this site.

--the end