Author: Kieryn Darkwater

Amy tossed and turned. Water was all she could think about but she couldn’t muster the strength to ask. She opened her bleary eyes and looked about the room. She found the cup; and noticed her parents asleep on chairs outside. She reached as far as she could to no avail. Defeated, she closed her…

“Amy, honey” Her mom whispered softly lowering herself into a chair by the bed, her father put his hand on her mother’s shoulder and looked down teary-eyed. “I’m so…sorry” Amy managed to murmur. Her parents cried and held her hand as the world faded into black again. — Black suit, soft steps, swipe of a…

I’m afraid that the honest expression of my most vehement feelings against the things that crush my soul will (and do) make other people feel invalidated. I don’t want that to be, but at the same time, I want to be able to express myself. I don’t know if there’s room for both. I react…

Yesterday, the second website I created (and now, manage) went live! I made it for a local non-profit I worked with over Christmas last year (and hope to continue to work there in the winter, because it’s the best job ever) called Bruce Roberts Toy Fund. Check it out at brucerobertstoyfund.com! Besides that and Freeport…

The world just became a better place. It’s 2012 and the internet is awesome. I love you, internet! Geek and Sundry just launched a forum. Nerdist and G&S on youtube have more awesome shows. Twitter exploded with happiness.

Apologies for the length of time between this installation and the last one. Life and vacation happened and I ran out of words. I finally managed to put a few together this morning because I just needed to write. Hopefully I’ll break down this block and write more frequently again, thanks for your patience. —…

I’m just going to post a lot of pictures in a slideshow form because….it’s prettier. You can see my art journal entries on flickr – excuse the poor lighting, I took them all at night when I got home… [portfolio_slideshow slideheight=300]

Back from vacation! Had a wonderful time at the coast, drew a lot in my journal and generally relaxed. I got better at drawing dragons and I took a lot of pictures – even brought home a seagull feather for my art journal, and everyone thought that was crazy. I like it. Strangely exhausted trying…

I feel like writing, but nothing’s coming to mind. Just one of those aimlessly creative moods because creating, whether it be writing, performing, or painting, is one of those things that’s just as necessary as breathing to me. Maybe I’ll start reading a new book and get some of those juices flowing.