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The Angelicists part 2Finn stared quietly down at the now unmoving form of his father.The Angelicists part 2 by Heathen-God
That was what the Healer had said.
That was what he had created.
That was exactly what Finn should've been
But he wasn't.
Finn wasn't a savory character. Though reasonable attractive if one opted only to look at his face, the sight of his lanky, underfed figure was something most people considered to be little more than a sign of bad luck. Even Finn himself could not look at his own reflection in the water of a calm pond without cringing slightly.
Death was something that had plagued him since birth. His mother, a beautiful but delicate girl had died in child birth, screaming as if the devil himself was ripping through her bowls. By the time Finn took his first gasping breath of air; his mother's body had already begun to cool. Instantly the Healers took her away and had her buried. He wasn't like many other cycle children for he never got to suckle his mother's breast.
Maybe that's why he was different.
Basically I'm just a weird guy making his way through a weird world with my weird art. |
I'm a story writer, as well as a visual artist, an animator and a video director. I love making any kind of art that conveys an idea, and I love moving mediums.
I grew up in a small town without much in the way of artistic enthusiasm. My father got me started with art when I was very young, and I haven't been able to stop since. When I was around 13 years old, I really wanted to try my hand at video, and then of course get famous on youtube. Of course that has yet to happen, but I love filming still and I am not about to give up my dreams of producing thought-inducing stories.
As of currently (July 2014 for any of you future readers) I have just graduated high school, and I'm on my way to college in the fall.