She had a calm beauty. As calm as only
those things which are secure enough of their own existence can be. As
calm as if it didn't have to convince anyone of anything. It simply was.
Her curly dark hair fell on her shoulders like a gentle flow of water
on the soil, her brown soft skin. And there, in this fertile place, one
could find it. Just like fruits, that come to existence on its own,
right, time, there it was: her beautiful smile.
sexta-feira, 16 de maio de 2014
quinta-feira, 8 de maio de 2014
About Guilt
Dear friends,
I am proud to announce I now have my very own zine! If you have no idea of what I am talking about, read more about it here. If you already know what a zine is, please, talk to me and we will figure it out how you can get one! The idea behind zines is that it is non-commercial. That does not mean there is no price on it. I am happy to sell my hardwork-zine for 2 euros! Or I will be even happier to trade it with you for another zine or artwork you have. I want to see how many new things I can get to know from this experience...
The illustrations are from the amazing catalán artist Rubén MY. And I am amazed by how he could capture all the emotions Marcus Butner felt! You will be impressed by his work.
Lastly, I ask you: you don't have to be worried with me... This is a work of fiction and I am a very happy, healthy and social person.
Now, let me give you guys a piece of "About Guilt". I hope you enjoy it!
Now, let me give you guys a piece of "About Guilt". I hope you enjoy it!
“What do you claim in your defense?” a strange old man
asked him.
Marcus Butner looked around and he couldn't believe it.
He wasn’t at home anymore. This weird place didn’t look like anything familiar.
It was so quiet and cold… And despite those two guards standing in front of
him, he didn’t have any clue of what was going on... Had he heard it right? Was
he being accused of something? No… That couldn’t be true… It was just a dream,
he knew. Maybe one of the most vivid dreams he ever had. But still, only a
dream.
terça-feira, 6 de maio de 2014
Old-crazy-cat-lady
Hey y'all
I haven't spoken here, but I am taking an online writing course. It is really good, from the Open University. I will be posting here the homework assignments I have...
This week I had to write about a character descriptively. I had to do it in 200 words only. And just telling you, this is a work of fiction... So I decided to be a teenager talking about the "Old-crazy-cat-lady"...
I would love to receive any feedback from you! Tell me if there is anything I can improve, if you feel I am using wrong words, or even grammar mistakes. It would mean a lot to me.
Enjoy!
Gustavo
I just hate rainy days! Everything is fucked up! I mean, just look at my bus! It’s always empty! And I can always sit! But not that Tuesday, no! It had to be completely crowded! And the worst part is that no one had any space, like, nothing! I had to stand next to this old lady with her walker. She was literally occupying the space of three people! I mean, we have to respect the elderly and all that shit, but come on! She was using lots and lots of public space… And the worse part is that she didn’t even care! I tried to make some room for myself, but more people walked into the bus and I had to move even closer to her. That was gross! I mean, I hate old people... And I almost had to sit in the corner of her walker, for God's sake! I tried to say sorry, don't get me wrong, but she didn't seem to care too much. She kept looking away. So I gave her a closer look. She was the typical eighty year-old, with this white helmet-like hair, you know? Those granny-looking haircuts? She had one of those. And she also had some white fur in her black sweater. I guess she was one of those old ladies that lives alone with eight cats. Old-crazy-cat-lady. Hell yeah! That's what she was!
I haven't spoken here, but I am taking an online writing course. It is really good, from the Open University. I will be posting here the homework assignments I have...
This week I had to write about a character descriptively. I had to do it in 200 words only. And just telling you, this is a work of fiction... So I decided to be a teenager talking about the "Old-crazy-cat-lady"...
I would love to receive any feedback from you! Tell me if there is anything I can improve, if you feel I am using wrong words, or even grammar mistakes. It would mean a lot to me.
Enjoy!
Gustavo
I just hate rainy days! Everything is fucked up! I mean, just look at my bus! It’s always empty! And I can always sit! But not that Tuesday, no! It had to be completely crowded! And the worst part is that no one had any space, like, nothing! I had to stand next to this old lady with her walker. She was literally occupying the space of three people! I mean, we have to respect the elderly and all that shit, but come on! She was using lots and lots of public space… And the worse part is that she didn’t even care! I tried to make some room for myself, but more people walked into the bus and I had to move even closer to her. That was gross! I mean, I hate old people... And I almost had to sit in the corner of her walker, for God's sake! I tried to say sorry, don't get me wrong, but she didn't seem to care too much. She kept looking away. So I gave her a closer look. She was the typical eighty year-old, with this white helmet-like hair, you know? Those granny-looking haircuts? She had one of those. And she also had some white fur in her black sweater. I guess she was one of those old ladies that lives alone with eight cats. Old-crazy-cat-lady. Hell yeah! That's what she was!
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