Gloom. The fear following darkness. Ghosts of the past tugging at my soul, and ghosts of the future foretelling my death. How was Halloween different than any other night of the year? I lived in constant fear. Of the ghouls in my closet, so cleverly concealed in my clothes. Of the witch, cunningly hiding in the shadow of my bedroom door. Of the terrible, ringing darkness of midnight, of night at its deepest and darkest. Of Death, showing me the terrors of his embrace.
In truth, Halloween is a reprieve from the constant tortures of a darkened bedroom. Frolicking in the cool brightness of a lamp-lit night with friends somehow helps me to evade
Brian Kesinger: Character Driven by techgnotic, journal
Brian Kesinger: Character Driven
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Disney Artist Brian Kesinger on Creating Story through Character
Foreword by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
It is with great pleasure we welcome BrianKesinger (https://www.deviantart.com/briankesinger) as a guest writer to the Today Page Editorial Team. Considering his authentic citizenship within the deviantART community, his thoughts and insights will be of great value to all aspiring artists, illustrators, writers and others involved in any creative endeavor. For over 18 years, Brian has worked for Walt Disney Studios on films like Big Hero 6, Winnie the Pooh, Tarzan, Tangled, Wreck It Ralph and Bolt. Brian is author and illustrator of his own octovictorian creation, the wild
51 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do to Snape by lucidnutter, literature
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51 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do to Snape
51 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do To Professor Snape
Arabella, Lizzy and Donna were in the Headmaster's office. And they were in trouble. Judging from the manic glint in Professor Snape's eye, they were in deep trouble.
'There they are, Headmaster,' he hissed, pale face flushed with triumph. His hair was still a dazzling red and gold and he was shaking badly in anger as he pointed at them. They did their best to look innocent. 'All three of them,' he continued in a soft hiss, 'have been harassing me for fifty days.'
'Who, us, Professor?' Arabella asked in her sweetest voice. 'Are you sure you aren't having hallucinations again?'
'I AM NOT HALLU