Blood Always Tells

Heyloeth guys,

'Tis Thursday so a writing piece is due. :)

This week for American Lit. I had to read a short story titled "The Telling-Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe. It's an unnerving tale told with an insistent voice.

The basics of the plot are that a young man murders an older man. What I wrote is told from the perspective of the old man after he's murdered. However the route I decided to go is different, because there's no human conscience present, it's just his body and his blood and how they "react."

It's very... disconnected, because there's no one being to control and direct the thoughts.

While it would mean more to you if you read "The Telling-Heart," hopefully this will be an interesting way to spend a few minutes of your time.

To find out why the younger man murders the older man, click here: The Telling Heart

(the last part in italics is from "The Telling-Heart," I own none of Poe's characters or his words, no copyright infringement is intended and I make no profit from this)

Blood Always Tells

At first silence is the only sound.

Red rivers flood and collide with twisting rushes of dark water. Red rivers roll and submerge themselves in the essence of simply being. They no longer belong to anything or anyone, they are themselves.

Now they are thinning and running apart until they vanish in the wisps of rusted drains and porcelain bodies.

The blood of the murdered has already been lost. Nobody remembers it anymore.
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The bones and flesh lie in condemned shadows.

Abandoned… but are they forgotten? Whispers of life still wets their thrumming shapes.

The murdered is gone. And yet they quiver in remembrance, of what it was to move and feel stone and glass.

Now all they feel is each other.

And hate.

Frantically the bones sing out and snatch at the life misting away into the clotted air. Flesh cries out.

The final traces from the vanished rivers of red stir in agony.

All together they give a final push.
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A ringing beat.

One. Two. Three…

The heart is alive.

It is a slow and ponderous beat… It quickens.

It dips, it pounds, it marches as if to rise out of the earth where stained hands laid it.
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It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!

-THE END-

marker and pencil - quote from Evanescence's song "My Immortal"
edited in Pixlr-o-matic

Sketch- Thorin

Today is Tuesday!

Each Tuesday I will try to post a sketch of some kind, old or new. :)

Tonight I sat down and attempted to draw Thorin freehand, with a pen.

In an odd way, it went better than expected, and worse than I would've liked. :P Now someday I'm going to have to sit down for a whole week and come out with a super detailed portrait of Thorin to make myself feel better, but for now this'll do for Tuesday's post.

I added some special effects, which isn't the idea of posting a "simple" sketch, but it does look cooler. ^_^ His facial shape is not correct, and his mouth doesn't carry the right emotion...

No no no... this is a sketch. This was an experiment in the first place, I had no planning beforehand, I had a pen and went with it. I was trying to play with the crosshatching method. For something I don't do often, it went alright.

What do you guys think?

Music I listened to: The Voice was on... *shrugs* :)

For non-Tolkien fans - Thorin Oakenshield is a character created by JRR Tolkien and is a major character in The Hobbit. What you see here was done from a reference photo of Thorin as portrayed by Richard Armitage in Peter Jackson's film (soon to be) trilogy, The Hobbit.

Resounding

Today I present a painting. :) This one more or less burst out screaming with me trying to bring it out with random strokes. I wanted there to be a sense of power and fury in this piece.

There is so much I can see in this piece... It was one of those "just make it up and go with whatever comes out."

Oh the possibilities of what stories could spring from this... I would love to hear your thoughts on this piece.

The third pic is an example of what happens after I complete a drawing or a painting, I like to play around on my photo apps and see what comes out of my experimenting.

Hello

This piece contains lyrics from the band Evanescence's song "Hello."

It is a combination of watercolor and very thin copic markers.

Playground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play again

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to

Hello

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken

Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

Don't cry

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello, I'm still here

All that's left of yesterday

It's a beautiful song, with a slow and haunting melody. Part of what makes it so powerful is how subtle everything is, it's quiet and restrained. You have to turn up the volume a little and pause to think about what the lead singer is saying.

"Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to,"

I listened to it repeatedly and each time I heard new things.

This is a somewhat unusual piece for me, but I loved experimenting with the washed out streaks and diluting the black paint to achieve a bleak effect. The copic markers were also an experiment concerning detail that I can't achieve with a paintbrush unless I were to spend hours pouring over the paper.

~Bright