Sleeping Beauty (part 2)

The tale continues…


It’s late in the day when Jun finished sitting at his father’s bedside and was shooed out of the room by his other father.  Disinterested in dinner, he instead wandered the castle, surprised at how much he recalled from his early childhood. In all, not much has changed aside from a new tapestry or suit of armor or display of valuable artwork  or piece of furniture. The castle servants and guards waved and bowed whenever he ran across them, barely able to suppress their smiles at seeing their prince in the hallways once more.

Climbing a tower he remembered quite well because it housed one of his playrooms at the top, Jun passes through layers of dirt, dust, and cobwebs not found anywhere else in the castle.  One of the maids had mentioned before he’d walked through the door downstairs that it was no longer used, so they didn’t bother cleaning it more than once a year or so. She offered to round up a few other servants and some cleaning supplies to make it presentable, but he’d waved her off, promising it would be fine and he didn’t mind getting a little dirty.

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Sleeping Beauty (Part 1)

Last year for Valentine’s Day I wrote stories from my characters to their significant others and this year I decided to write one again.  Coming on the heels of Christmas, this essentially means that I spent 3.5 straight months writing and drawing gift art, but the outcomes forth both holidays was worth it.  VDay 2019’s story is a retelling of a classic fairytale with my characters and Nezumi’s playing all the roles.  Due to length, I’ve split the post into two parts.



Angel Hunt and Streifen present:

Sleeping Beauty

[a retelling]


[Professor Sowerby sits by a large stone fireplace in the Castlekeep, a thick, leatherbound book with gilded edges open on his lap.  Snow flies in the night outside the cased window, and frost rims the glass panes in swooping swirls of white. Sprawled on a bed before the wizened dragon professor are Mitten, Ikiri, Captain Sassy Pants, and Lock.  Wrapped in an array of blankets, the children wait intently for the Professor, but the elder dragon doesn’t move.]

Ikiri: Professor?

Mitten: Hello?  Story?

Sassy:  [flings the blankets aside and scrambles up to her knees, peering at the Professor] He’s… asleep!

Ikiri:  Professor! Sir! [He reaches out toward the dragon.]

Professor Sowerby:  [startles awake]  Yes, yes, where were we?  Right: And they all lived happily ever after.

Mitten:  But you didn’t even start the story!

Professor Sowerby:  Well of course not, child.  I was just checking to make sure you were paying attention.  [Mitten frowns, but gathers up his plush star toy and hugs it to his chest.]  Yes, now… This story is a time-honored tale of the realms.  A story told and retold through the ages, but diminished nonetheless.  

Sassy: Is there treasure?

Mitten:  Sword fights?  Flying bears? Dragons?  No, better yet, stars? Are there oceans of stars?  

Sassy: Aren’t you a Dragon?  Why would you want to hear stories about them?

Mitten: Because Dragons are awesome! [Sticks out his tongue, and Sassy sticks her out right back at him.]

Ikiri:  Are there sorcerers?  Gods? Fey creatures?

Professor Sowerby:  Let us hear the story and we shall see what happens.  [He resettles the book on his lap and prepares to begin the story.]

Lock: Emilies?

Professor Sowerby: [turns his ancient gaze on the youngest child]  No.  There are absolutely no Emilies allowed in any stories.

Sassy, Mitten, and Ikiri:  Oooooohhhhhh…

Professor Sowerby:  But this story does have many things, so let us begin…

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Monster (The Other Side)

From the 2018 Christmas collection…

The 5:15 p.m. express train rumbles along the elevated track just outside the fourth floor of the empty building on the edge of the city’s west side.  The rhythmic clatter of the wheels shake glass panes in their casings before it’s passed, speeding away toward the Styrsfordshire Hill station. The building is just one of many in such close proximity to the track, the general opinion of developers twenty years back holding that as these were commercial and not residential structures, whether the trains passed by twenty times a day or not had no bearing.  Of course, even if they planned to occupy these buildings, their offices would have been on the topmost floors, not down here amongst the worker bees, so what did it matter if one could reach out and touch the tracks?

The figure seated at the large room’s only table cares very little for how close the building sits to the train or the greed of those who wrung every square inch of space from this neighborhood.  The passing trains are something to be noted distractedly and then disregarded immediately, irrelevant to the purpose for occupying a building that’s currently in between tenants. Still, evidenced by the wide table that was likely once used for conferences and is now used for something wholly different, and the cot set up nearby, this building provides what is needed to the only one currently within its walls.

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What If? (Wedding Edition)

From the 2018 Christmas collection…


Angel Hunt | Streifen – Alternate Universe Unrelated

They say a wedding day is a joyous occasion, a joining of families to create one where there once was two.  It’s a celebration of love and all the romantic emotions that come with it. A day where a sacred vow is made, spoken before those one holds dear, a promise to cherish and honor the new spouse for the rest of days.  It’s a party on grand scale, with champagne and dancing and toasts aplenty. The day marks transition, passing from the shelter of family and childhood and creating something new, yet still descended from the old. Tradition is richly laid on, special rituals and words reserved for this unique event.  A wedding is elegant and polished, lux and dignified, ornate and exquisite.

Out of all those things a wedding could–and many argue should–be, that last bit is the only thing this one got right.

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A Chance Meeting

From the 2018 Christmas collection…

Eden | Alternate Pathways

Rain falls in a steady drizzle just beyond the stone pillars of the breezeway, the slate tiled roof overhead connecting the east and west wings of the manor house.  A cool, stiff breeze gusts through the open area every so often, tugging at the small, bright new leaves on the trees and long hair and uniform livery of the solitary figure alike, a reminder that the spring is new and barely begun.  The straw broom wicks over the stone flooring, the dirt neatly collecting in a pile to the servant’s left, each motion made with a precision that belies the fabric that wraps around the man’s eyes. Not truly blind, but simply light sensitive, the blindfold is necessary, yet it’s also a convenient way to ensure that he’s generally dismissed by the other inhabitants of the manor, servant and noble alike.

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Ringing in 2019

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The door has closed on 2018 and opened on 2019.  Sitting down to write this post, it’s hard to believe 365 days passed so quickly.  Those winter days and weeks last January and February don’t feel as though they happened that long ago, let alone summer and fall.  Somewhere in all that quickly passing time it was an eventful year and a good one.  I visited friends and family in Buffalo, New York City, Central and South New Jersey, and had a great staycation at home.  I updated some furnishings, organized, and made plans for my house.  My workout schedule got back on track in June, and I’ve been at the gym 3-4 days a week.  Both my health and the health of my dogs has been good throughout the year.  An organized house, cardio, healthy pups, the friendly skies, and poutine all add up to a pretty great year.

Last January, I wrote this blog post regarding the desire to be more creative throughout the year.  Without quantifying exactly what I’d produce and when, I’d hoped that by simply keeping creativity in mind, I’d have a more successful year in terms of the things I love to do.  Although I haven’t posted as much in this blog as I’d planned, I’m happy to report that I met my objective.  Last Valentine’s Day I wrote four short stories for my characters’ significant others (see the blog posts from late February 2018 here and here), in May I completed a massive set of drawings of my characters and Nezumi’s characters (here), in June I joined up on a monthly art challenge (the first theme is posted here), and in December I completed another set of stories for Nezu as part of her Christmas gifts (including a mini comic!)  In between all that, I was sketching much more than I have in the last several years and completing RP as usual.

One of the best decisions I made art-wise in 2018 was to create a separate art account on Instagram.  Ever since I joined IG back in 2013, I posted everything to my main account (pups, food, vacations, art, stories, dolls, memes, life stuffs, whathaveyou).  Early last year I suddenly started getting an influx of coworkers, family members, and other folks starting to follow my account (my IG somehow got connected to my FB, which I never use).  I am a rather private person, and I generally don’t want my coworkers or some  family members seeing my art work or reading my stories because really it’s none of their business.  I don’t draw or write or create characters to make any money or gain success, it’s strictly for fun.  If I know people have the same interests as me, then I’m perfectly okay with them seeing all my artistic stuff, but otherwise not so much.  So all these people on my IG were stressing me out and I found myself more and more reluctant to post anything creatively related, even in my IG stories.  I wasn’t sure about managing two IG accounts, but Nezu convinced me to give it a try and it was an excellent decision.  Now I have a separate space to be the massive dork I am.  So if for some reason you follow me on IG, all creative things are now located @goldshotmidnight.

So where am I now as 2019 dawns?  The same place I was last year.  I have more art and writing ideas already spinning around my head, waiting to be produced.  I’d like to take photos of my dolls since I didn’t take any last year (which is unacceptable).  Frequent posts on this blog would be great, to catch up from 2018, to document current projects, and to finally update the character and world info pages.  Mostly what I’d like from 2019 is simply more.  More of what I love and what makes me happy.

Overall, 2018 was a satisfying year, and helped set the stage for what I hope will be a good 2019.

These girls helped make 2018 pretty great.