Somewhere i created for my OC’s Marj and Beelzebrab to have fun and relax. Andrew Watkins 2020©
Hi. I am alone. It’s dark in here. Where shall I begin? Are you comfortable? Well, I died in 1991. I never got to see the Spice Girls live and heaven knows what happened to my CRUISE! Well, life It was good if you count all the nutters I had the acquaintance of knowing. Vainglorious petty, tooContinue reading “Conversation With A Worm”
Writing for kicks.The wind was blowing leaves down the road and I was walking in the same direction with less hurry about my shuffling gait. I saw her coming out of the Tesco Express with a pushchair. I ran up to greet her but in those twenty feet something happened. She grew taller and herContinue reading “Chapter One Of Unknown Fantasy Novel”
The machine of love mirrors your pain back to you amplified and exploded into genuine details all that you are. It might have you wondering if you are not alone after all. If someone else has bothered to write it down, and had it made into whatever and you identify it must be genuine, thoughtContinue reading “The Machine Of Love”
Smelling bad and festering with yellow maggots and pus in the jellyfied state is how I imagine briefly Myra would look on her deathbed, laid flat on a mortuary slab in an old building with peeling paintwork. I was there looking at her while someone held a clipboard. Then I was thinking about my poster onContinue reading “Death On the Moor Chapter 3”
The top image was my concept and the next images are all sketches on parts of the weapon- – yes its a space futuristic sci-fi/fantasy weapon that i hope to draw in 3D. It will one day make you go oooh and Ahhh! or at least appreciate it. Thanks for looking.