literature

Ophelia

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I’ve not been doing much art lately, mostly due to artists block, but here’s a doodle I worked on over the last two weeks or so. I chose the title ‘Ophelia’ partially based on Zella Day’s “Sweet Ophelia” which inspired the initial concept, but also Bill’s existential masterpiece ‘Hamlet.’ The image has current social issues … Read more

A Vespertilian Thing

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She was no Mary Poppins. You felt it right away, there was something off about her, her elegance, how she smiled eerily at your vampire stuffed animal, ironically above you now – “Hold on,” your subconscious screams, “I’m not even old enough to know what irony is!” You begged them to hire anyone but her, but your mum and dad needed an overnight nanny, and they fell for that Sesame Street accent. “Oh, how cutely foreign,” your mom giggled, “privileged wankers!” Your subconscious meekly raises its hand, but you cut it off. “I know!,” you hiss curtly under your breath. Now, In the dark of it all, you’re paying the price. Plus side? Live forever. Negatives? They don’t make sunblock strong enough for what you’ll become. It’s enough to drive one batty!

Asenath Waite

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“Edward was thirty-eight when he met Asenath Waite. She was, I judge, about twenty-three at the time; and was taking a special course in mediaeval metaphysics at Miskatonic. The daughter of a friend of mine had met her before—in the Hall School at Kingsport—and had been inclined to shun her because of her odd reputation. She was dark, smallish, and very good-looking except for overprotuberant eyes; but something in her expression alienated extremely sensitive people. It was, however, largely her origin and conversation which caused average folk to avoid her.”

From “The Thing on the Doorstep” by H.P. Lovecraft.

I was listening to the story on Spotify and decided to do a rendition of her. Ia!! And all that rot.