Flit, flutter

Still looking for the secret to balancing life. Got any leads?

Fluttering rapidly through life.

Fluttering rapidly through life.

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A Quick Sketch: Fox!

Been busy, as usual. Haven’t been writing as much as I was hoping I’d be able to. I do have a short horror flash that I’ll be posting before the end of the month, though. In time for Halloween!

In the meantime, here’s a quick sketch and painting I did. Sketch paper and watercolour. Around 10 minutes.

Christine Fichtner watercolour fox

For that Forever

His hooves connected with the earth through powerful vibrations that ran up his legs and down to the roots of the lush grass. The thudding of his steps made the plants tremble with the same intensity as his muscles. Small clumps of dirt flew up alongside his tail, a salute. His lungs heaved, his breath the wind’s child.

Overhead, the sun sang to the cyan sky, and small white clouds like confetti scattered.  Somewhere above, a bird chirped and stomped its wings in a powerful downwards motion, lifting it up even higher.

He snorted and shook his head as his hooves dove towards the earth. His tail waved its tempo, and his whinny accompanied in an descending peal.

Ahead he could see the hill crest. The rhythm increased, incensed, a frenzy. Then his muscles bunched, tensed, released. There was short dramatic pause that lasted the forever of a moment. And during those seconds, he was utterly free.