-Este dibujo lo realice con rotulador negro, pluma roja de punto fino, plumón chartpak y para la sangre use acuarela con un water brush, la postura corporal la hice basada en una imagen de Internet.

-En sus ojos faltos de brillo, se aprecia el dolor de mil batallas... Este dibujo, es de un personaje que cree basado a mi imagen, su biografía aun no esta del todo completa, sigue en proceso, es un vengador, un antihéroe. (la postura del dibujo la base en Obito Uchiha) Para este dibujo utilice coctel de tecnicas jaja, para empezar use un lapiz del numero 2 para realizar el bosquejo inicial, le di color con plumones chartpak y con colores prismacolor, y lo delinee con un lapicero bic de pu

Pitching with grenade: Makes baseball interesting. Note: This short piece was written for Six Word Saturday. Click the image below to visit their blog: For more information about pitching hand grenades, click here. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights Reserved. All works, writing, images, [...]

“Who doesn’t want to work anymore?” the guard said, standing in the doorway. My uncle and four other men stepped forward. “It’s just like going to sleep,” my uncle said. “When its over you won’t feel a thing anymore.” I said nothing, looked down at the table, continued turning my screwdriver. “Come on,” the guard [...]

The phone rang at 4am. “I’ll be there right away.” The tires whirred, spun, chains churning snow, wipers struggling against thick clumps. He never saw the semi. On the hospital bed, she kissed the tiny wriggling bundle, waited. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Six Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor [...]

I didn’t run when the bomb hit our bunker I didn’t run when smoke filled the air I didn’t run when their soldiers stormed in I didn’t run when they dragged us out into the hot sunlight I didn’t run when they said “Join us or die!” I didn’t run [...]

Image Source _______________________________________________________________________ The phone rang at 4am. Jessie groaned, rolled over. “Yeah?” “Hannigan here. Keller’s sleeping with the fishes. We’ve got the money. Meet us at Sixth and Bates, its yours.” Hands shaking, she copied the number, hung up, dialed 911. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Six Writing Challenge. Too late [...]