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Ebony Warriors - Excerpt 2Ebony Warriors - Excerpt 2 by NCWeber
Sandra took in the new apartment now that it was hers. It wasn't much to look at really, but it was well kept. The landlord here was a stickler for making sure everything worked; not to confuse his efficiency with friendliness. Affable, he was not. Although Sandra found him to be a bit dour and extremely nitpicky, he was much better than the alternative. She didn't have much in the way of belongings. As a result, the apartment was a bit Spartan. Still, she would have plenty of time to fix that. This was her new home, after all. Sandra walked over to the single window of her apartment and drew up the Venetian blind. It wasn't much of a view.
"Well, I'm finally here," she said to the empty room.
Sandra walked back to her duffel bag. It contained about three days worth of clothes, a few toilet
Ebony Warriors - Excerpt 1Ebony Warriors - Excerpt 1 by NCWeber
Sandra Rocque stepped off of the bus at the terminal. A quick glance about the building showed her that not many people traveled this route at night. Sandra picked up her duffel bag from the baggage handlers and headed for the exit. The cool night air surrounded her as she made her way onto the street.
So, this is what it's like above the Mason-Dixon Line, thought Sandra. She shivered in the autumn air. A touch chilly for my tastes, but it's a place to make a start.
Sandra looked around her. A mist was beginning to fill the air. She missed her little sister, but it wasn't fair to the family for both of them to leave. Still, she could use her sister's unique talents, not that she didn't have any of her own, mind you. As Sandra turned the corner, she ran into a small group of young men clustered around a street lamp. I
On Angel's WingsOn Angel's Wings by NCWeber
Father William McClanahan had just seen the last parishioner out of St. Gabriel the Herald Church. It hadn't been a large turnout for this Saturday's novena mass, but then, that wasn't so unusual. What was despairing was the fact that the regular Sunday morning masses were being attended less and less. His congregation was dwindling. Had people lost their faith? It seemed that more and more people were worshiping the tangibles of life -- wealth, power, technology, the Internet -- more so than ever before.
With a sigh, Fr. McClanahan locked the large oak doors of the old gothic styled church. As he turned towards the altar, he caught a glimpse of someone kneeling before the statue of the Sacred Heart: a representation of Jesus wearing a scarlet, heart-shaped medallion etched in gold leaf. Fr. McClanahan did not recall seeing this person amongst those who attended
Splinters - Part 2Splinters - Part 2 by NCWeber
"Red's really done it this time," said Tangy quietly. "I've never seen her angry at Irene since...well, since our conception."
"What do you expect from a neanderthal," said Clover with some venom.
"Let's not react emotionally about this," said Sky. "This requires some serious consideration. Though, I can't believe that Golden would up and leave like that."
"I can," said Indigo. "Of all of us, she is closest to Red."
"Why?" asked Tangy. "They have nothing in common outside of looks."
"Exactly," said Indigo. "Opposites attract."
"Boy, you guys are so clueless."
Everyone was startled by Violet's voice. She seldom spoke, and when she did it was to complain about something usually imagined by her paranoid mind.
"The reason Gol
Cast Your Fate to the Cards 2Cast Your Fate to the Cards 2 by NCWeber
Indigo gave everyone a ticket for the play and the eight women entered the theater.
Red looked about her. "What? No concession stand?"
"They sell snacks and drinks during intermission," said Irene.
Red's head snapped back toward Irene. "Seriously? They serve drinks here."
Irene shook her head. "I still don't understand how you can imbibe alcohol. I always thought the stuff tasted horrible, and with your accelerated metabolism, you can't get drunk. I thought the whole point of alcohol was for the buzz."
"Shows how much you know, miss smarty pants," said Red in a haughty tone. "Alcohol is an acquired taste. I consider myself a connoisseur of fermented vegetable matter."
Golden giggled while the other wore faces of various states of amus
Cast Your Fate to the CardsCast Your Fate to the Cards by NCWeber
"Now, to what question would you like the answer?"
Golden Glover thought for a moment. "Will my sisters and I learn to work together as a team?"
The Diviner arched an eyebrow. This was not the usual kind of question about love, money or prestige. The kinds of things that people ask because in their hearts, they truly don't believe in the cards. This was a serious question. She shuffled through the cards, pulled one out, and set it on the table. The card was the Page of Cups.
"This is you," said the Diviner. "This is the Significator. It means you are a young woman asking a question of an emotional nature. You are a devoted student of the heart. You have a trusting nature, and you rarely question or doubt what is presented to you." She carefully placed the cards on the table in front of Gold
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How long have you been on deviantART?
According to stats, I've been on deviantART for eleven years. That's 77 in dog years.
What does your username mean?
My first initial, my middle initial, and my last name. I just gotta be me.
What is your favourite type of art to create?
I think I rather like pinup style or fashion plate art.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
I would love to be a master of the manga art style.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
Pretty much similar to what I create. Superhero art, cheeky pinup art, glamorous fashion plate art, and occasionally the silly, goofy comic strip.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
Ugh, come on. If that isn't a loaded question, I'll eat my hat. Okay, I can probably narrow it down to VanHeist and jollyjack as my all time must see first when they post something, but there are so many artists out there that I love. I mean, I wouldn't follow their accounts otherwise, now would I?
If you could meet anyone on deviantART in person, who would it be?
Wow, let me see. I would definitely like to meet AngelicEmpyress, ebony-chan, and brianne333 most of all. I also would like to meet jollyjack and EvilJoel. I'm sure I can think of others without breaking a sweat, but these are my top faves for a meet-and-greet.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
A whole bunch of deviants have participated in my many art contests that I have thrown over the years. They didn't have to do that, yet they took time out of their busy schedules to jump in and produce art for my silly contests. Love those folks for that. All of them.
What are your preferred tools to create art?
In traditional art, I prefer pencil and paper. For digital art, The GIMP is my software of choice in combination with my Wacom 4x6 Bamboo Fun tablet.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
Place doesn't matter for me. My inspiration happens whenever, wherever I am. The art generally happens either in my bedroom or in the dining room, but the inspiration follows me wherever I go.
What is your favourite deviantART memory?
Current Residence: Washington, DC
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M
Favourite genre of music: Ecclectic
Favourite photographer: Uwe Ommer, Bill Dobbins
Favourite style of art: Graphic novel illustration
Operating System: Ubuntu 13.10; Windows is dead to me.
MP3 player of choice: Software: Rhythmbox
Hardware: Creative Zen Micro, Samsung Galaxy S4, Kindle Fire HD 7"
Favourite cartoon character: Kismet (D'uh!), Kim Possible, Phineas & Ferb, Doc McStuffins
Personal Quote: You don't have to be good at something to be a success. You just have to do something.