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- Emma Carter
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Prototype!
- Emma Carter
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
More Feet :)
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| Assignment 10 |
- Emma Carter
Sunday, October 7, 2012
First Little Bit of 'Dangerous Waters'
Prologue
Mother had always told me to stay away from the water. Only the pure, clean kind from the wells was safe in her mind-anyone’s mind, really. Of course, no one went to the seashore now. It was always ‘too dangerous’ or ‘too risky’.
One thing was understood by everyone: the ocean was dangerous.
My name is Tarma, and I’m a piece of the last civilization on Earth. Most people died in the Great Change, 12 years ago. That was when we learned to fear the water. The horrors are to great to mention, but all that was left was a tiny island of about 100 square miles and a population of 300 people. Our miniscule island is about where Utah used to be, but it’s so changed that you barely recognize it.
During the Great Change we lost most everything, including technology. We’ve gone back to the old ways now, focusing on staying alive more than anything else. My mother even gave up her love of music. Losing my father was a big blow to her.
The ocean constantly threatens our puny existence, reminding us of who’s in charge. That’s the thing about mankind. We’ve always pretended that we own the Earth. We were corrected 12 years ago when the sea rose up against us, claiming what it had always owned. Us.
June 5, 2215 12:52 p.m.
“Tarma!” An eager voice interrupted my reverie. I looked up to see who had spoken.
My little sister was trotting up on her palomino, leading my own black stallion behind. We’d stopped using cars a few years ago, having learned to ride practically before we could walk. Now the only remains of automobiles were rusted in the jungle, falling apart slowly, but surely.
Rinya was still two years younger than me, but looked as if she could be eighteen. Instead, I was stuck with a bratty thirteen-year old who thought that just because she looked older than I, she could boss me around.
Fiery red hair and lively green eyes instantly caught your attention when you looked at her. She’d inherited my mother’s beautiful features, while I was stuck with my late father’s black hair and blue eyes, hardly flattering.
“Tarma! Stop daydreaming, will you?” I smiled and shook my head, pushing myself to my feet. “Come on! Mother said that we need to get inside. The water’s looking rough again, and it seems like a storm may be coming.”
I took Sama’s bridle from Rinya’s hand and swung up into the saddle, exasperated with the prospect of being shut up in the house again. “Oh but of course. We have to hide again, don’t we?”
I rolled my eyes despite the dark clouds gathering overhead. The slightest indication of trouble in the water, and we were forced to cower in our locked homes, praying to a hidden God that he would spare our lives yet again. I thought it was rather stupid, really.
“You know why we have to! Honestly, why do I have to remind my older sister of this constantly? Now come on! Mom was already worrying when I left.”
“Alright, alright. I’ve been needing to take Sama for a race anyway.” I shot a grin at my sister before digging my heels into Sama’s sides and taking off at a gallop. I hear muffled curses being shouted behind me as I leaned down into the saddle, kicking Sama on.
Soon the jungle and rock faces faded into a big clearing, fields and makeshift homes flying by as I fought to stay ahead of my sister. Before long we turned down the long dirt road to our home, slowing to a steady trot.
The house used to be a stately mansion, but now it was old and decrepit. Paint peeled off the ivy covered walls, and the whole structure threatened to fall apart any day now. We circled behind the old house toward the stables, dismounting and quickly putting the horses away.
“Just in time, too.” Rinya said as she climbed one of the colossal trees, looking off into the distance. I pulled myself up beside her and gasped at the sight.
The ocean was a roiling mass of churning water, white crested waves crashing just off the edge of the cliffs. I could see whirlpools here and there, intermitted between the choppy waters. The clouds had gathered into one dark mass, lightning shooting from their thundering depths to meet with the water in glorious explosions of light and surf. It was almost beautiful, in a very cynical way.
“Wow. . .” I breathed out, my hair billowing around me as the wind picked up, freezing drops of rain pelting me from every angle. Rinya was hastily climbing down, yelling at me over the wind.
“Tarma! Come on! We need to get inside before it gets any worse!”
Somehow, I didn’t see how being inside the rickety shelter would be much safer than out here, but I jumped down and followed her anyways. Mother was waiting inside, face pale and hollow-looking as she looked out the window, fear burned into her eyes.
“There you two are! I was worried out of my mind! Now, get in here and lock that door behind you. We need to get into the cellar as quickly as possible!” Mother began rushing around, grabbing her woven bag of emergency supplies, as well as incense and candles. She stuffed the key into the lock with shaking hands, opening up the old-as-time bomb shelter.
I hurried to the front door and pushed the bar into place, checking the windows to make sure they were locked before yelling up the stairs for my brothers to come. “Claude! Lleu! Descendez à l'abri! Une tempête arrive!”
Rinya was already on her way down the steep steps when I rounded the corner again. I followed her into the dim light, hurrying down the spiral staircase until I reached the bottom room.
Mother was already setting up in the dank, small space. A tattered tapestry hung on the wall, depicting a gruesome scene that made me shudder. Mother was lighting the candles around the thing, placing incense in the hanging dishes.
The tapestry had been in the family for years, but we’d never paid it mind until the Great Change. Woven into its fibers was an image of a girl, a human, isolated in the middle of an ocean storm, lightning coming down around her. Her back was arched and mouth opened in a silent scream, a bright white light seemingly being sucked through her mouth.
A serpentine body snaked above her, eyes glowing black and mouth open to expose colossal fangs. A great wave rose up behind it, threatening to drown the floating girl. The white light snaked from the human’s mouth to the creatures, feeding the creature power through the soft band.
Grandmother said the artist had explained that the white light represented the girl’s soul, slowly being pulled into the beast. The scene had given me nightmares when I first saw it.
Lleu and Claude appeared next to me during my reflection. My brothers were both handsome enough, both having white-blonde hair and clear blue eyes. They were twins, 3 years older than I. Paint dotted their rumpled clothes, letting me know that they’d been up in their room working on painting again.
“Boys!” My mother’s sharp voice cut into my thoughts as she beckoned them over. “Help me get these scrolls set up.”
They complied, helping her open the box of musty papers. As my brothers and Mother began laying out the molded paper, I helped Rinya drag the giant rugs into place. It was a ritual that we did every time we came down here. Mother insisted that we lay a tribute to the sea, trying to calm it. So far, our family had been safe from harm, but I didn’t believe it for a moment.
“Alright, let’s begin.” Mother said shakily, a fraction of fear in her voice. “Tarma? Lleu? Will you be joining us today?”
I looked at my brother, then shook my head no. Mother shrugged and beckoned to the others, wringing her hands as she whispered to them. I made my way to the pile of blankets I’d installed in the corner, flopping down on it and opening the bag I’d taken walking.
Lleu collapsed next to me as I opened my sketchbook, closing my eyes and picturing the scene I’d glimpsed of the ocean. I picked up my pencil slowly, making careful, precise lines on the paper as I began to recreate the scene.
“What are you drawing this time, sis?” I looked up and smiled at Lleu, who was staring over my shoulder.
“I caught a wicked glimpse of the storm before sissy dragged me in here. I’m gonna see what I can do to give it justice.”
He smiled. “That’s my little sister!”
We were silent for another time as I sketched out some of the waves, mimicking the sea spray coming off the crests. After a while, I set down the book and took a break, watching the procession in process.
Mother, Claude, and Rinya were all kneeling on the floor in front of the tapestry, eyes closed and hands clasped. In front of them lay a bowl of seawater and a sharp knife, waiting for their turn in the ceremony. Just then, Mother began speaking in a loud, shaky voice.
“Keepers of the sea! We come before thee, on our knees and humbled, seeking thy forgiveness. We have been selfish, trying to claim this Earth as our own. You are merciful, so merciful, for sparing the last remains of our people. We offer up unto you a sacrifice, and come to you, pleading for you to spare us and keep us from harm. We shall do whatever you wish, this is our only desire.”
She opened her eyes and nodded toward Rinya, ushering her forward. My little sister got up and slowly walked forward, eyes fixed to the ground. She collapsed to her knees just in front of the bowl of water, hands trembling and tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
“Keepers of the sea,” came the shaking voice, saturated with fear. “I offer up this small sacrifice to you, in turn for your generosity.”
She picked up the knife, and I turned away. I didn’t want to watch what happened next, even though I couldn’t block out the mental images. The knife, cutting into the skin just below her hand, deep enough to bleed. Her red essence dripping down to cloud the water as silent tears pour from her eyes, Rinya biting her lip so as not to let her sobs escape.
I turned away as Claude and mother took their turns. It had happened to all of us. Every storm, every ritual. I had the scar on my own wrist to prove it, as did Lleu. It was a perverse ritual, performed to ‘satisfy the Sea Gods’. We’d been doing it ever since the Great Change, and Mother wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
So, this is the first little bit. I know, it needs some SERIOUS editing, but I'm posting the rough version for now :) It takes place in the future, obviously, and it's supposed to be kind of mysterious. I'm not posting Circus Files yet, because I haven't finished the pictures on the beginning of it, so bear with me on that one. Give me feedback on this one, please! Hope you all have a great time! I might post soon, depending on when my scanner's back online!
- Emma Carter
Mother had always told me to stay away from the water. Only the pure, clean kind from the wells was safe in her mind-anyone’s mind, really. Of course, no one went to the seashore now. It was always ‘too dangerous’ or ‘too risky’.
One thing was understood by everyone: the ocean was dangerous.
My name is Tarma, and I’m a piece of the last civilization on Earth. Most people died in the Great Change, 12 years ago. That was when we learned to fear the water. The horrors are to great to mention, but all that was left was a tiny island of about 100 square miles and a population of 300 people. Our miniscule island is about where Utah used to be, but it’s so changed that you barely recognize it.
During the Great Change we lost most everything, including technology. We’ve gone back to the old ways now, focusing on staying alive more than anything else. My mother even gave up her love of music. Losing my father was a big blow to her.
The ocean constantly threatens our puny existence, reminding us of who’s in charge. That’s the thing about mankind. We’ve always pretended that we own the Earth. We were corrected 12 years ago when the sea rose up against us, claiming what it had always owned. Us.
June 5, 2215 12:52 p.m.
“Tarma!” An eager voice interrupted my reverie. I looked up to see who had spoken.
My little sister was trotting up on her palomino, leading my own black stallion behind. We’d stopped using cars a few years ago, having learned to ride practically before we could walk. Now the only remains of automobiles were rusted in the jungle, falling apart slowly, but surely.
Rinya was still two years younger than me, but looked as if she could be eighteen. Instead, I was stuck with a bratty thirteen-year old who thought that just because she looked older than I, she could boss me around.
Fiery red hair and lively green eyes instantly caught your attention when you looked at her. She’d inherited my mother’s beautiful features, while I was stuck with my late father’s black hair and blue eyes, hardly flattering.
“Tarma! Stop daydreaming, will you?” I smiled and shook my head, pushing myself to my feet. “Come on! Mother said that we need to get inside. The water’s looking rough again, and it seems like a storm may be coming.”
I took Sama’s bridle from Rinya’s hand and swung up into the saddle, exasperated with the prospect of being shut up in the house again. “Oh but of course. We have to hide again, don’t we?”
I rolled my eyes despite the dark clouds gathering overhead. The slightest indication of trouble in the water, and we were forced to cower in our locked homes, praying to a hidden God that he would spare our lives yet again. I thought it was rather stupid, really.
“You know why we have to! Honestly, why do I have to remind my older sister of this constantly? Now come on! Mom was already worrying when I left.”
“Alright, alright. I’ve been needing to take Sama for a race anyway.” I shot a grin at my sister before digging my heels into Sama’s sides and taking off at a gallop. I hear muffled curses being shouted behind me as I leaned down into the saddle, kicking Sama on.
Soon the jungle and rock faces faded into a big clearing, fields and makeshift homes flying by as I fought to stay ahead of my sister. Before long we turned down the long dirt road to our home, slowing to a steady trot.
The house used to be a stately mansion, but now it was old and decrepit. Paint peeled off the ivy covered walls, and the whole structure threatened to fall apart any day now. We circled behind the old house toward the stables, dismounting and quickly putting the horses away.
“Just in time, too.” Rinya said as she climbed one of the colossal trees, looking off into the distance. I pulled myself up beside her and gasped at the sight.
The ocean was a roiling mass of churning water, white crested waves crashing just off the edge of the cliffs. I could see whirlpools here and there, intermitted between the choppy waters. The clouds had gathered into one dark mass, lightning shooting from their thundering depths to meet with the water in glorious explosions of light and surf. It was almost beautiful, in a very cynical way.
“Wow. . .” I breathed out, my hair billowing around me as the wind picked up, freezing drops of rain pelting me from every angle. Rinya was hastily climbing down, yelling at me over the wind.
“Tarma! Come on! We need to get inside before it gets any worse!”
Somehow, I didn’t see how being inside the rickety shelter would be much safer than out here, but I jumped down and followed her anyways. Mother was waiting inside, face pale and hollow-looking as she looked out the window, fear burned into her eyes.
“There you two are! I was worried out of my mind! Now, get in here and lock that door behind you. We need to get into the cellar as quickly as possible!” Mother began rushing around, grabbing her woven bag of emergency supplies, as well as incense and candles. She stuffed the key into the lock with shaking hands, opening up the old-as-time bomb shelter.
I hurried to the front door and pushed the bar into place, checking the windows to make sure they were locked before yelling up the stairs for my brothers to come. “Claude! Lleu! Descendez à l'abri! Une tempête arrive!”
Rinya was already on her way down the steep steps when I rounded the corner again. I followed her into the dim light, hurrying down the spiral staircase until I reached the bottom room.
Mother was already setting up in the dank, small space. A tattered tapestry hung on the wall, depicting a gruesome scene that made me shudder. Mother was lighting the candles around the thing, placing incense in the hanging dishes.
The tapestry had been in the family for years, but we’d never paid it mind until the Great Change. Woven into its fibers was an image of a girl, a human, isolated in the middle of an ocean storm, lightning coming down around her. Her back was arched and mouth opened in a silent scream, a bright white light seemingly being sucked through her mouth.
A serpentine body snaked above her, eyes glowing black and mouth open to expose colossal fangs. A great wave rose up behind it, threatening to drown the floating girl. The white light snaked from the human’s mouth to the creatures, feeding the creature power through the soft band.
Grandmother said the artist had explained that the white light represented the girl’s soul, slowly being pulled into the beast. The scene had given me nightmares when I first saw it.
Lleu and Claude appeared next to me during my reflection. My brothers were both handsome enough, both having white-blonde hair and clear blue eyes. They were twins, 3 years older than I. Paint dotted their rumpled clothes, letting me know that they’d been up in their room working on painting again.
“Boys!” My mother’s sharp voice cut into my thoughts as she beckoned them over. “Help me get these scrolls set up.”
They complied, helping her open the box of musty papers. As my brothers and Mother began laying out the molded paper, I helped Rinya drag the giant rugs into place. It was a ritual that we did every time we came down here. Mother insisted that we lay a tribute to the sea, trying to calm it. So far, our family had been safe from harm, but I didn’t believe it for a moment.
“Alright, let’s begin.” Mother said shakily, a fraction of fear in her voice. “Tarma? Lleu? Will you be joining us today?”
I looked at my brother, then shook my head no. Mother shrugged and beckoned to the others, wringing her hands as she whispered to them. I made my way to the pile of blankets I’d installed in the corner, flopping down on it and opening the bag I’d taken walking.
Lleu collapsed next to me as I opened my sketchbook, closing my eyes and picturing the scene I’d glimpsed of the ocean. I picked up my pencil slowly, making careful, precise lines on the paper as I began to recreate the scene.
“What are you drawing this time, sis?” I looked up and smiled at Lleu, who was staring over my shoulder.
“I caught a wicked glimpse of the storm before sissy dragged me in here. I’m gonna see what I can do to give it justice.”
He smiled. “That’s my little sister!”
We were silent for another time as I sketched out some of the waves, mimicking the sea spray coming off the crests. After a while, I set down the book and took a break, watching the procession in process.
Mother, Claude, and Rinya were all kneeling on the floor in front of the tapestry, eyes closed and hands clasped. In front of them lay a bowl of seawater and a sharp knife, waiting for their turn in the ceremony. Just then, Mother began speaking in a loud, shaky voice.
“Keepers of the sea! We come before thee, on our knees and humbled, seeking thy forgiveness. We have been selfish, trying to claim this Earth as our own. You are merciful, so merciful, for sparing the last remains of our people. We offer up unto you a sacrifice, and come to you, pleading for you to spare us and keep us from harm. We shall do whatever you wish, this is our only desire.”
She opened her eyes and nodded toward Rinya, ushering her forward. My little sister got up and slowly walked forward, eyes fixed to the ground. She collapsed to her knees just in front of the bowl of water, hands trembling and tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
“Keepers of the sea,” came the shaking voice, saturated with fear. “I offer up this small sacrifice to you, in turn for your generosity.”
She picked up the knife, and I turned away. I didn’t want to watch what happened next, even though I couldn’t block out the mental images. The knife, cutting into the skin just below her hand, deep enough to bleed. Her red essence dripping down to cloud the water as silent tears pour from her eyes, Rinya biting her lip so as not to let her sobs escape.
I turned away as Claude and mother took their turns. It had happened to all of us. Every storm, every ritual. I had the scar on my own wrist to prove it, as did Lleu. It was a perverse ritual, performed to ‘satisfy the Sea Gods’. We’d been doing it ever since the Great Change, and Mother wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
So, this is the first little bit. I know, it needs some SERIOUS editing, but I'm posting the rough version for now :) It takes place in the future, obviously, and it's supposed to be kind of mysterious. I'm not posting Circus Files yet, because I haven't finished the pictures on the beginning of it, so bear with me on that one. Give me feedback on this one, please! Hope you all have a great time! I might post soon, depending on when my scanner's back online!
- Emma Carter
Doodling in Classes :)
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Feet!
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Well, hope you all have a wonderful day! I'll post again soon! ^.^
- Emma Carter
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