|One of my best drawings, even if it was done at 2 am in the morning. XD|
Imitating NatureThe morning sun streamed through a series of large plate glass windows lining the library's east wall, its rays warming the room's wooden paneling and illuminating the cavernous space. Tall bookshelves stuffed with literature from across the world towered over polished oak reading tables, each furnished with a plain, green-shaded banker's lamp. On the far side, a massive painting gracing the west wall depicted the solemn face of Saint Patrick, whose protective presence could be felt watching over the library's sole visitor.Imitating Nature by CowsRawesome
All was perfectly quiet, save for a tap, tap, tapping that echoed in the otherwise silent room. Seated at a desk near the door, glued to the screen of his laptop, Eoghan quietly tapped his pen against the notepad in his lap as his eyes scanned through the different news reports.
Another roadside bomb outside of Kandahar, three dead, all soldiers. God frowns upon careless mistakes gentlemen. You should have noticed the dead dog along the side of the road.
Pictures on SilenceSadie sat underneath the ancient yew in Eoghan's backyard and frowned down at her drawing. Something about it bothered her. It was a beautiful rendition of the landscape spread out before her, but there was still that little missing thing. She just couldn't put her finger on it.Pictures on Silence by CowsRawesome
In the end, she decided to leave it for today. Sadie placed the disappointing landscape down on the ground beside her watercolours and stood up to stretch and relieve the stiffness that had been gradually accumulating in her limbs. She took a deep sigh and gazed down at the offending greenery. Sadie had to admit, the view was absolutely breathtaking. Beautiful rolling green hills stretched on as far as the eye could see, unscarred by the farmer's plow. She compared it to the replica lying on the ground at her feet. It just wasn't quite right. The real thing had an ethereal, enchanted quality to it, as if at any moment one of the aos sí would pop up out of the ground and bid her good morning. She jus
Sadie O'ReillySADIE | AEDNAT | O'REILLYSadie O'Reilly by CowsRawesome
The Empathetic Artist
■ HUMAN ■ 15-18 ■ HOUSE-SITTER
Painful GoodbyeIt was 30 minutes before his therapist finally broke the silence. "Eoghan, please say something. It worries me that you're not talking to me," she said gently, but he continued to stare at the wall. He was in no mood to talk today. So far, they'd just discussed his childhood, his grandfather's horses, his time in the army, but now she wanted him to talk about the ordeal. And he just wasn't ready yet. He didn't think he'd ever be ready.Painful Goodbye by CowsRawesome
She tried again to snap him out of his reverie. "Eoghan, please, you should talk to me. It'll make you feel better. Whatever you want to say about it, say it. Just get it off of your chest. Yell, scream, cry, do whatever you need to do to vent."
He glanced over at her. "I don't need to vent."
Her brow furrowed slightly and she narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't believe him. Of course not. But he didn't. Ever since he'd woken up in that hospital in Cairo, everything had been, not numb per se, but calm, blank, as if he had left all of his emotions back i