Friday, December 18, 2009

Theme: Lock

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Theme:: Schnapps

Me mam used to say you can tell a girl’s character by her choice of tipple. Herself she had been an honest-as-salt Dublin gal, preferring her whiskey warm as she liked her men.

Before the war was another epoch.

Since then I have seen many an impeccable lady who sip their wine with tasteful discern; beer-guzzling nurses with their hands as coarse as men’s; pale alley girls with waists narrow like their tinkling glasses of gin.

And now, in a foreign city, I sit under the dooming gaze of your eyes as you slowly spill over ice your cherry schnapps as bitter a red as the blood on my hands.


110 words.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Theme:: Fell

You have to click and enlarge the image, because there's a drabble alongside without which it won't make much sense. (I went for 150 words this time and exceeded the limit by exactly five words, so what you have here is 155 words.)

MS Word (for story), pencil, watercolour, Photoshop. Background image of 12th century Andalusian Quran stolen off Wikipedia. Clothes, drawing style and other details studied from many many Islamic manuscript illuminations but not directly copied off any, so should I mention particular reference?

Also, ten points to anyone who can find out the context of the story. :D