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The child is in the bath; it talks incessantly, as they are wont to do. She nods and murmurs, hearing, not listening. The sponge laves away small layers of dirt. Left arm, right arm, stomach, chest. The child dirties; she cleans.

She dips the sponge, continues the routine. The child splashes her arm with warm water, carols about something trivial. Carries on loudly. She washes behind its ears, sullying her fingers with the grime of the day. The water is gray, the child’s throat is vibrating with some complaint.

Next will come the face, the hair- rinse, repeat. She will dry it, and it will go out once again, to become dirty. The ritual is vicious, but it is not inescapable.

The bath sloshes and she pushes down, under the water’s surface, holding the small neck, fingers kneading away grime as the does. She must lean over the basin to keep her grip. Water sprays up around her, soaking her shirt, her apron: one last mess to clean up.

Long moments pass this way. She will need to mop when this is through. The movement lessens, the bubbles become less frequent.

Soon, the water lays still: the last ripples dying against the porcelain rim, eddies dissipating in a lethargic motion as all turbulence comes to a stop. She withdraws her hand from the bath, letting the droplets flick from her fingertips. As she towels off her arm, a wonderful calm washes over her; the house is silent now. The house is clean. This is how it will remain.

The ritual is broken.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/28323265/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/28323265/ Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:38:14 PST
Death is not a punishment, and it is not an end. Still, I have lost my oldest, most loving companion.

I cannot help but feel a sudden void.





Goodbye, Maggie- you were a very good girl.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/26653092/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/26653092/ Mon, 17 Aug 2009 15:21:28 PDT
"Mamut" (A childrens' adventure book... with mammoths)

In the north, in the east, there is a land called the taiga. In this land of mossrock, pine and snow the humans once wandered in a herd. These nomads traveled from camp to camp, to the places where the water flowed and the yak and elk and mammoth walked.
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"Boneheart" (Alternately called: "Gabe, Gail, Shade and Shale" - A children's horror story)

As Gabriel made to move forward, his sister's hand snared him at the back of the neck, holding fast. He opened his mouth in indignation, but it fell further in surprise. The way before him had changed drastically- the gray-green leaves and dirt road had shriveled and blackened. Split wagon wheels and shattered carts littered the pathway, while skeletal corpses hung among rope festooned between ghoulish branches, bodies picked over by passing birds.

He recoiled in horror, grasping at her arm for support. "How can it?" Gabriel gasped, pulling them back from the way of desolation he had embarked upon. "How could I not see it?" He turned to Abigail, from behind her the boy named Shale stared in wonder at his surprise. "What else have I been unable to see?"
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"Empath" (A very fucked up short story about torture)

There was a buzzing, the sound of electricity racing. A snake hissing in the ceiling, through the thin panels of Styrofoam, wriggling into the lights. Illuminating. That ceiling with its white, pocked surface and that sound of living wires were the first two tangibles that came to his attention.

An itch followed suit, tingling against his brow.

It was by then he became aware that his hands were anchored behind his back, constricted with a biting wire that cut halfway up his arms.

The hissing in the lights and the irritation on his brow suddenly seemed less significant.
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"The Poles: Those Missing" (Chapter 11)

Near the edge of town there was a small commotion. Several people were in a flurry about a small thatch-roofed house. Its door was swung wide, the light from the inside casting a long rectangle of radiance across their path.

Mixed in with the hurried words, exclamations of stressed furniture and disturbed kitchenware was a high keen of someone in pain.
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"The Poles: Gob Business" (Chapter 7)

Voan napped on horseback often, but woke when Harlon made a growl of alarm. Dusk had crept up on her, pressing a cool mist on her eyes. There was no color to the sunset, and that was the first thing she noticed, the other was that there was a raucous of thunder behind them.

The steed turned without being asked and Voan peered to the road she had just traveled down, seeing a tumultuous thunderhead spreading its dark fingers from down the way. It was a distance off, and that worried her.
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"The Poles: To the Ocean" (Chapter 20?)

There was a sudden touch upon his arm, a cool sinking feeling in his flesh. Next to him a beast of silver and sapphire turned its gaze into his, eyes wet jewels and hair that were tendrils of the moon. Quith did not know whether or not Faristaad had changed on him, or what he was seeing was a trick of the mind, but he was aware that this was Death, and its eyes were not filled with wickedness.


Workworkworkworkwork. I love it.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/26345637/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/26345637/ Sun, 02 Aug 2009 20:04:59 PDT
I have three weeks alone in my house- as my parents are in Alaska. Then, it's off to school. The only think I have for company is my old, old dog, who chatters her teeth when excited and licks my eye when I am alseep.

ANYWAY. I turned my sunroom into a studio. I have three commissions to do and a shitload of tiny paintings on all of the scrap illustration board I have collected over the years.


If interested in commissioning me, let me know.


ALSO: [link]
This DA portfolio option is BITCHIN.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/25412236/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/25412236/ Fri, 19 Jun 2009 09:48:09 PDT
Other than that- I keep painting small images of boars. For the life of me, I can not tell you why. You might also see those later, if I make enough to compile.


A summer without a job. All I do is draw, write, read and garden.
It's not so bad!

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/25369459/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/25369459/ Wed, 17 Jun 2009 09:17:35 PDT
Thank you.



Especially you, Culumon. That you thought it was good enough to even consider- that means a lot to me.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/25318652/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/25318652/ Sun, 14 Jun 2009 22:14:41 PDT
I should be painting.
Or planning.
Or working.
Or sleeping.
Or writing.

But, I'm not! I'm writing a journal!

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True, it's childrens literature, and its short and easy. But it's also fun. And creepy. And has characters that are just enjoyable.

And it's Niel Gaiman.


That being said, you should probably read American Gods too. Not probably. Read American Gods. Now.




Remember when I said I don't read fantasy? Well, this author would be one of my two exceptions. Give him a go and you'll see why.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/24458529/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/24458529/ Mon, 27 Apr 2009 07:29:36 PDT
I will be staying in Iron Mountain over the coming summer, maybe holding a small job, maybe not. Most of my time will be spent hiking, kayaking, painting, cooking and going to therapy, as I am alone for most of the break and very few of my friends will be around.

Hopefully there will be art.



Enjoy the surge of images at the moment. This would be the sad outcome of the semester.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/23023784/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/23023784/ Thu, 05 Feb 2009 16:00:13 PST
I will have a walk-through recording of the gallery ready soon and will upload it to youtube for you folks to see.

EDIT: Here it is - [link]

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21790287/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21790287/ Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:50:37 PST
I haven't read a single contemporary fantasy novel in... years. The only people I read in the realm of fantasy is Gaiman and McGuire, and they are damn odd fellows, if I do say so myself.

So what do I read? McCarthy (lots of McCarthy), Victor Hugo, Golding, Amy Tan, recently some Conrad and Steinbeck. All of them are realistic or semi-realistic fiction writers.

The truth is... I cannot stand 99% fantasy novels. That's why I am writing one.


Some people really hate my writing. However, I have realized that the people that -do- like it are the people that read in a very similar pattern and genre to my own. The people that are into hardcore fantasy or the books I cannot stomach tend to really hate my stuff!

It doesn't matter to me: I am writing The Poles for myself. (Like I do for nearly all of my art: I don't really consider what you want. XD) Of course, I will lend an ear if you tell me that you cannot stand a word of it, but I won't really change anything. Except grammar. It's my story, for me. And you know what, I like the damn thing! <3

And yes, I have been writing. X3

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21746560/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21746560/ Sun, 30 Nov 2008 10:51:37 PST
It makes me feel old and worthless. -_-


Sigh... 21 and still far behind.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21640359/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21640359/ Sun, 23 Nov 2008 23:51:40 PST
Then I have to watercolor it...

*sobs*


I want to draw monsters! Not cute little animal beasties!





Also... 21st birthday in a week! Yay! I don't drink so it doesn't matter!

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21372897/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21372897/ Fri, 07 Nov 2008 13:20:44 PST
Let's just say I was a little attached to it. It was even starting to erode from use!




That, however, was the small loss. My Grandmother (or Nana, as I preferred calling her) passed away this morning. We were expecting her to fade a long time ago and I was certain the last time I saw her that she would die before my return.

Death is a peculiar thing. I don't see it as a punishment, but a sort of grand dispersion. She was ready to go, and I am not at all upset about that. I got to say my goodbyes, got to see her smile and laugh for many years and learned much from her. It is not a bad thing. I'll have her with me for the rest of my existence, after all. I am a forth of her.

She was- is, as death does not negate your existence, a wonderful woman.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21261223/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/21261223/ Sat, 01 Nov 2008 08:31:22 PDT
[link]

[link]

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/20406661/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/20406661/ Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:06:08 PDT
This bites.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/19786924/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/19786924/ Tue, 05 Aug 2008 09:23:22 PDT
Back from camp. Got tonsils out yesterday.

Ow.
Owowowowowow. Ow.
Bloody throat scabs! Yaaaay!



...In other news, I watched the end of Avatar and about wet myself from joy and I have about two weeks until school starts up again. Whoohooooooooo*hackcoughblood*...oo...o DX

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/19362851/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/19362851/ Sat, 12 Jul 2008 21:59:46 PDT
Going to camp tomorrow. Back in 3 weeks.





That is all.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/18539942/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/18539942/ Wed, 28 May 2008 08:05:33 PDT
On the 8th I am off for two months to a camp, which I will be a councilor at. I would try to squeeze something out for you, but I don't think its going to happen.


In other news, I have "finished" the first chapter of The Poles, and it is available for editing/nitpicking/general torture. I was told it was boring... *sigh* sonofabitch... if I have to rewrite it I will. If you want a copy mailed to you just note me with your email and I will send it to you. (Note me before the 8th, please)

Peace.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/18279768/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/18279768/ Sun, 11 May 2008 19:36:07 PDT
Tomorrow I will actually upload something NEW.

Don't die of shock now.

]]> ~dcwilson http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/14697492/ http://dcwilson.deviantart.com/journal/14697492/ Wed, 19 Sep 2007 06:57:12 PDT
It sucks that I will be losing all of my stats, but oh well. I want my originals under my name. So, until I post another journal giving everyone the thumbs up, promptly ignore everything that is going on here. As there will be a SHITLOAD going on here.

*sobs at the work ahead of her*

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