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.

Coloured Sketch: Anticipation

By: WrittenDusk 

A simple sketch with colour. A very nice and relaxing picture, in my opinion at least, lol.

Pencil Sketch: Dynamic Pose

By: WrittenDusk

Practicing dynamic poses and perspective. Needs improvements here and there, but it turned out great!

Pencil Sketch: Mascot

By: WrittenDusk

Fun sketches of mascot like characters. My cousin also took part in a few of the drawings and concepts.

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.

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.  

Artwork: Waiting

By: WrittenDusk