Assignment 1 - Creepy Family History -(Ill have a class photo up tomorrow!)
I don’t feel the sharp pain of the needles piercing my skin. I don’t feel the warmth of my creator’s hands. I don’t feel the cool touch of the copper scissors. I don’t feel sorrow. I don’t feel anger. I don’t feel… anything.
I was born from the needles and thread of a lonely weaver. The weaver had lost his wife many years ago to childbirth. But the child, Madeline, had lived and grew to be a very lovely girl and had a striking likeness to her mother. As Madeline continued to mature, the weaver became overcome with thoughts of Madeline dying before his eyes. He saw her grow older and pass away in her bed. He saw her stabbed in streets. He saw her dying from childbirth. Over and over again he imagined all the ways he could lose his only child. And one day, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
The weaver, so overwhelmed with these thoughts, had snuck into his daughter’s bedroom one night and cut her into pieces with his favorite pair of shears. He had found a way to keep his daughter with him forever. With the help of dark magic spell books he had stolen from a witch in the village, the weaver sewed the pieces of his daughter back together. The only piece left was his daughter’s baby blue eyes, which stared vacantly back at him. He couldn’t stand to see them, and so, he stitched in two buttons that were once a part of his wife’s favorite dress.
What the weaver didn’t know was that girl he had stitched up and brought back to life was not his daughter anymore. Madeline had left the world with the first slash of the scissors across her pale neck. The girl that Madeline’s father had weaved together was me, Anastasie. Thanks to him, Madeline’s body would never age nor be harmed ever again; however, the price was his daughter’s soul exchanged with mine.
“Madeline, my baby girl, it’s your papa.” The weaver had cooed when I had first come to, clutching the hands of his long past daughter, I mean, my hands. I remembered turning my head towards his voice. “My baby girl, oh my child, don’t worry now. You will never feel pain again.”
And it was true; I never felt pain. But I also never felt anything else. And believe me, I tried to feel. I tried stabbing my arms with sewing needles and cutting my cheek with broken glass and gulping up steaming tea... I tried everything. And every time, the weaver - my creator, my father, my family - would stitch me back up again.
*please look in fullsize for max quality - note: i added a cartoon effect to image to make it have a more old story type quality*
ASSIGNMENT 1: CREEPY FAMILY HISTORY
Dear dean and fancy school board,
Hi!!! My name is Luna, but you already know that. Silly me. You want to know about my family right? Yeah, that's what you asked of me. I'm such a scatter brain. Anyway, my "family" isn't really my family since none of them are related to me by blood, but I guess you can call them family. They're not the nicest folk, but they did take me in. What I do mean by taking me in? Well I'll tell ya.
I use to have a Mom and a Dad. They were really wealthy, because I remember living in a big ol fancy house with servants and lots of toys. Hmmm....I can't remember much else. It's gotten all fuzzy over the years. Just like that day, all I see is blackness and lots of red when I think back to them. Yes I remember now, waking up to lots of red one day. I blacked out, but I woke up to red. I think it was blood. Yes lots of blood. Sticky and warm. I could feel it on my skin. My face. In my hair. Even in my mouth. Then I heard a lot screaming and cursing. I don't know what happened next. It all goes black again when I try to remember. I guess I fainted or I blacked out again. I do that a lot lately.
I do remember briefly seeing my mother at the tents of the circus. My home now. I remember her guiding me by the hand into the tents I would call home and telling me to wait for her. I waited and waited. She never came back. I stood there so long my feet were hurting. The inhabitants of the circus even took pity on me. They fed me and they told me the truth that night. They told me she wasn't coming back and that she had sold me. I didn't understand, but I went along with them. Even when they told me a cage would be my room from then on I didn't put up much of a fuss.
These circus people who became my "family" are freaks. Circus freaks. Our leader is Zeek. He always wears a top hat and curses like a sailor. His lover name is Zelda and she tells fortunes. I say lover, because I'm pretty sure she's not his wife and they sneak around a lot at night. Then you have Miss Tilda, the fat lady. I never understood what was so special about her, but she can eat tons of food without taking a breath. Then there's Hana, the clown. She's not very good at her job. I think she does more scaring than bringing joy. She can be creepy sometimes. Oh and I can't forget the twins. They share a body and a horrible temper. Oddest things I ever seen.
Everyone in my "family" seem to have horrible moods now that I think of it. I try to cheer them up, but all I do is make them madder. They yell at me a lot. Just the other day Zelda yelled at me for breaking one of her crystal balls. It was an accident. I swear! Miss Tilda too likes to yell at me and steal my food. I think the twins are the only ones who don't yell at me and that's probably due to them being too tired from yelling at each other. I pity them sometimes. My "family" can also act really strange around me. They almost cower in fear of me sometimes and will even avoid me. It makes me sad. Well I still blackout, so maybe that's why.
As for me, I'm not normal either. I use to not know, but I figured it out on my own. People look at me funny all the time. Plus my title at the circus is the "wolf girl". My hair and fangs earned me that name I guess. I don't think mama or daddy had these special features, so I can't figure out why on earth I'm like this. Maybe someone at the school can tell me. As for my blacking out, I think I can control it now. As long as I stay calm and don't get angry, I think I can control myself. That's what Zeek tells me anyway. My "family" still doesn't trust me much outside of my cage, so maybe I can prove them wrong. Hopefully....
Sincerely, Miss Luna Wildling of The Wildling Troupe
I love your writing style. Your headshot will work if that's what you want to do for your 5th task. A school photo was what I was going for. So it's up to you if you want to keep this one or use a more creative one.
Ah, okay. I probably should have asked what that picture required. I interpreted it as a picture that might be attached to someone's school record. So I have the same question as Dana, what should it be? Is it like a photo that someone might take of themselves at school and post to instagram with a caption "My first day at school" ?
Okay, Beech..didn't see this until this morning! If I don't have anything in by tonight though, it didn't work. Still trying to figure out Rebel (nothing working there, either ;P)
I'm going to get it in tomorrow. Also what exactly do you look for in a class photo? Like, if it were in a yearbook?
You can go with that or like people do senior photos out on location - but it still needs to be like a waist up portrait shot. I'm not too picky about it. I'm using those as the model wall photos
I love your writing style. Your headshot will work if that's what you want to do for your 5th task. A school photo was what I was going for. So it's up to you if you want to keep this one or use a more creative one.
Ah, okay. I probably should have asked what that picture required. I interpreted it as a picture that might be attached to someone's school record. So I have the same question as Dana, what should it be? Is it like a photo that someone might take of themselves at school and post to instagram with a caption "My first day at school" ?
You can go with what the photographers do for yearbooks or something more like senior photos - where they go on location and the shots are a bit more glamorous. But either way, it needs to be no lower than the waist. I'm using them for the model wall so I'm not being too picky.
Okay, Beech..didn't see this until this morning! If I don't have anything in by tonight though, it didn't work. Still trying to figure out Rebel (nothing working there, either ;P)
So, it's gotten to the point on the officials where I have exceeded my "characters" in the assignments post. So, I've made you a separate website to see all stories. Photos will still be posted here and results will still go here as well.
So, it's gotten to the point on the officials where I have exceeded my "characters" in the assignments post. So, I've made you a separate website to see all stories. Photos will still be posted here and results will still go here as well.
And I'm obsessed with Socal and Cyan's models. I hope they make it in time!
As for the comments on mine, thank you. I hope she's not too cute. After looking at everyone entries, I feel like I should went with something more creepy.
I also love the website for this. Thanks Beech for making that. It looks awesome!
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Model Name: Anastasie Bissette
Creep Factor: Invulnerable/Immortal
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Headshot
Bodyshot:
I don’t feel the sharp pain of the needles piercing my skin. I don’t feel the warmth of my creator’s hands. I don’t feel the cool touch of the copper scissors. I don’t feel sorrow. I don’t feel anger. I don’t feel… anything.
I was born from the needles and thread of a lonely weaver. The weaver had lost his wife many years ago to childbirth. But the child, Madeline, had lived and grew to be a very lovely girl and had a striking likeness to her mother. As Madeline continued to mature, the weaver became overcome with thoughts of Madeline dying before his eyes. He saw her grow older and pass away in her bed. He saw her stabbed in streets. He saw her dying from childbirth. Over and over again he imagined all the ways he could lose his only child. And one day, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
The weaver, so overwhelmed with these thoughts, had snuck into his daughter’s bedroom one night and cut her into pieces with his favorite pair of shears. He had found a way to keep his daughter with him forever. With the help of dark magic spell books he had stolen from a witch in the village, the weaver sewed the pieces of his daughter back together. The only piece left was his daughter’s baby blue eyes, which stared vacantly back at him. He couldn’t stand to see them, and so, he stitched in two buttons that were once a part of his wife’s favorite dress.
What the weaver didn’t know was that girl he had stitched up and brought back to life was not his daughter anymore. Madeline had left the world with the first slash of the scissors across her pale neck. The girl that Madeline’s father had weaved together was me, Anastasie. Thanks to him, Madeline’s body would never age nor be harmed ever again; however, the price was his daughter’s soul exchanged with mine.
“Madeline, my baby girl, it’s your papa.” The weaver had cooed when I had first come to, clutching the hands of his long past daughter, I mean, my hands. I remembered turning my head towards his voice. “My baby girl, oh my child, don’t worry now. You will never feel pain again.”
And it was true; I never felt pain. But I also never felt anything else. And believe me, I tried to feel. I tried stabbing my arms with sewing needles and cutting my cheek with broken glass and gulping up steaming tea... I tried everything. And every time, the weaver - my creator, my father, my family - would stitch me back up again.
*please look in fullsize for max quality - note: i added a cartoon effect to image to make it have a more old story type quality*
~ CLASS PHOTO ~
@Dana: Lovely, love the button eyes! Don't forget your class photo!
Dear dean and fancy school board,
Hi!!! My name is Luna, but you already know that. Silly me. You want to know about my family right? Yeah, that's what you asked of me. I'm such a scatter brain. Anyway, my "family" isn't really my family since none of them are related to me by blood, but I guess you can call them family. They're not the nicest folk, but they did take me in. What I do mean by taking me in? Well I'll tell ya.
I use to have a Mom and a Dad. They were really wealthy, because I remember living in a big ol fancy house with servants and lots of toys. Hmmm....I can't remember much else. It's gotten all fuzzy over the years. Just like that day, all I see is blackness and lots of red when I think back to them. Yes I remember now, waking up to lots of red one day. I blacked out, but I woke up to red. I think it was blood. Yes lots of blood. Sticky and warm. I could feel it on my skin. My face. In my hair. Even in my mouth. Then I heard a lot screaming and cursing. I don't know what happened next. It all goes black again when I try to remember. I guess I fainted or I blacked out again. I do that a lot lately.
I do remember briefly seeing my mother at the tents of the circus. My home now. I remember her guiding me by the hand into the tents I would call home and telling me to wait for her. I waited and waited. She never came back. I stood there so long my feet were hurting. The inhabitants of the circus even took pity on me. They fed me and they told me the truth that night. They told me she wasn't coming back and that she had sold me. I didn't understand, but I went along with them. Even when they told me a cage would be my room from then on I didn't put up much of a fuss.
These circus people who became my "family" are freaks. Circus freaks. Our leader is Zeek. He always wears a top hat and curses like a sailor. His lover name is Zelda and she tells fortunes. I say lover, because I'm pretty sure she's not his wife and they sneak around a lot at night. Then you have Miss Tilda, the fat lady. I never understood what was so special about her, but she can eat tons of food without taking a breath. Then there's Hana, the clown. She's not very good at her job. I think she does more scaring than bringing joy. She can be creepy sometimes. Oh and I can't forget the twins. They share a body and a horrible temper. Oddest things I ever seen.
Everyone in my "family" seem to have horrible moods now that I think of it. I try to cheer them up, but all I do is make them madder. They yell at me a lot. Just the other day Zelda yelled at me for breaking one of her crystal balls. It was an accident. I swear! Miss Tilda too likes to yell at me and steal my food. I think the twins are the only ones who don't yell at me and that's probably due to them being too tired from yelling at each other. I pity them sometimes. My "family" can also act really strange around me. They almost cower in fear of me sometimes and will even avoid me. It makes me sad. Well I still blackout, so maybe that's why.
As for me, I'm not normal either. I use to not know, but I figured it out on my own. People look at me funny all the time. Plus my title at the circus is the "wolf girl". My hair and fangs earned me that name I guess. I don't think mama or daddy had these special features, so I can't figure out why on earth I'm like this. Maybe someone at the school can tell me. As for my blacking out, I think I can control it now. As long as I stay calm and don't get angry, I think I can control myself. That's what Zeek tells me anyway. My "family" still doesn't trust me much outside of my cage, so maybe I can prove them wrong. Hopefully....
Sincerely, Miss Luna Wildling of The Wildling Troupe
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Going read everyone stories tomorrow too.
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Chan, Dana and Vid.... Wow, just wow. Absolutely gorgeous and creative, all three of you. Likes for all!
Ah, okay. I probably should have asked what that picture required. I interpreted it as a picture that might be attached to someone's school record. So I have the same question as Dana, what should it be? Is it like a photo that someone might take of themselves at school and post to instagram with a caption "My first day at school" ?
haha thanks Chan
Chan...Dana....amazing!
You can go with that or like people do senior photos out on location - but it still needs to be like a waist up portrait shot. I'm not too picky about it. I'm using those as the model wall photos
You can go with what the photographers do for yearbooks or something more like senior photos - where they go on location and the shots are a bit more glamorous. But either way, it needs to be no lower than the waist. I'm using them for the model wall so I'm not being too picky.
I hope you do it!!
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That looks amazing, Beech!
Wow, there has been a lot since last time. Everyone's entries look amazing.
Beech: the website looks so cool. I'll have my entry up soon.
She had a rough night.
If you want a closer shot, let me know.
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@Poida I loved your story! It reminded of an really amazing fantasy film or book.
@Dana Your story should be turned into a movie! What a wonderful and creepy story.
@Chan Your story and pic gave me chills!
And I'm obsessed with Socal and Cyan's models. I hope they make it in time!
As for the comments on mine, thank you. I hope she's not too cute. After looking at everyone entries, I feel like I should went with something more creepy.
I also love the website for this. Thanks Beech for making that. It looks awesome!
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They are hidden in the mist and in the silver rain...