Friday, 27 December 2013
Friday, 6 December 2013
Contest Entry (Attempt): Flying in the Sky
Drawn By: WrittenDusk
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Coloured Sketch: Unexpected Flight
By: WrittenDusk
My first time using Manga Studio 5 for painting. I have to admit the contrast should have been better. This was done for a contest called Wacom Create and Win, held by Canada Computer.
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Coloured Sketch: Anticipation
By: WrittenDusk
A simple sketch with colour. A very nice and relaxing picture, in my opinion at least, lol.
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Pencil Sketch: Dynamic Pose
By: WrittenDusk
Practicing dynamic poses and perspective. Needs improvements here and there, but it turned out great!
Pencil Sketch: Mascot
Artwork: Sora in Advent Children Costume
By:WrittenDusk
Fan art of Sora from the game Kingdom Hearts.
This was created for the Kingdom Hearts Fan Art Contest held on the gaming website. www.gematsu.com. The contest was held to celebrate the release of Kingdom Hearts 1.5 HD Remix for the Playstation 3.
Saturday, 24 August 2013
Story: The Thief and The Fairy - Chapter 1
The Thief and The Fairy - Chapter One
As
I walked alone within these empty silent streets of the night, almost
as if left behind by time, I am reminded that it has been 20 years since
I have been living in this mess of a town. It’s not a mess because of
the way it looks, rather it’s a mess because of how organized it is.
A town which has an immovable hierarchy with the rich at the top, woven
together with a web of connections between those who matter. I despise
that system, those who created it, and the ones who lives with it. But
what I despise the most is this reflection I see while standing in front of
a window. I hate myself for being so powerless, pathetic, and pitiful.
Acting all victimized. I have labeled myself as a fault of this society
without even giving a fight. I’ve forsaken myself to crimes as a way of
self gratification and became a thief. I hate myself for becoming a
thief now, but there is nothing I can change anymore. No one is able to
accept a person who sees nothing, but the ground before them. No one
would want a person who is ashamed of himself; of his disheveled black
hair, of his black and white hoody, of his black jeans, and of his black
shoes. Everything of my possession was taken from someone else one way
or another, there was nothing I took pride of having. The one and only
thing I could be proud of, was the name “Will”. It was given to me by my
mother; or so I have been told.
Friday, 16 August 2013
Welcome
Hi,
Welcome to the WrittenDusk Blog. Here you will find stories and artworks done by me. Please feel free to comment and give me suggestions on how they can be better.
Hope you will enjoy your time on this blog.
Welcome to the WrittenDusk Blog. Here you will find stories and artworks done by me. Please feel free to comment and give me suggestions on how they can be better.
Hope you will enjoy your time on this blog.
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