I am not very good at drawing and painting but I want to get better so thats what counts.
Circus: Freak Show, Part 2Fakir looked around his new "room," he was sharing it with the white haired boy named Mytho. He apparently had no heart so just went through actions with no emotion or reaction.Circus: Freak Show, Part 2 by violet---stone
"Is it really true that you have no emotions?" Fakir tried to ask as politely as he could. No matter how he thought of how to word it, it always sounded rude and blunt, but he couldn't help that.
"Yes." The white haired boy didn't even look to where Fakir was standing.
"Thats my bed," he pointed to the bed away from the door, "and you can use that one." he then turned around to point to the bed next to Fakir.
"Thanks... And sorry about the whole emotion thing..." Fakir put his stuff on the nearby table and then sat of the bed. His eyes were getting adjusted to the dimly lit room and he could see much more of the small details. Besides the two beds, table, and the dresser, there was a curtain on the wall that was probably hiding a window. The design for the bed sheets and the window curtain was the same, dark gr
Circus: Freak ShowFakir walked through the circus slowly, he had been to circus's before, and this one didn't seem much too different from the others. Yet, every time a circus was in town, he found himself there. Cotten candy, ice-cream, funnel cake, things that made kids squeal with glee, he didn't even give those a second look.Circus: Freak Show by violet---stone
He didn't know what he was looking for, yet he was still searching for it. Years he had been doing this, from some vague memory he can't even remember. Was it his mother being at the circus with him? No, not that. Seeing someone there? Maybe. Whatever it was made him wander in the cold dark nights walking slowly searching for something in vain.
He headed to the back of the circus, and his heart plummeted as he realized, tonight was no different from those other nights where he found nothing. He clenched his Clipboard and pencil, the wind ruffled his paper and hair. Go on, a voice in his mind told him. No point giving up now, and with those thoughts he ventured on.