Carmine Carwina the Fire Witch


This is the Fire Witch, Carmine Carwina. Cloaked in the shed feathers of a Phoenix Flame Aurleon, this cunning, crafter of flames slips into homes where the fires in the hearth are dimming and she stokes the embers in fireplaces and lights the pilots of ovens that have gone out...keeping the homes of people and kitchens of cooks warm in the fall and winter months. This allows a steady stream of holiday goodies to me made each year. Carmine is often described as a kind yet mischievous witch as she's known for sometimes sneaking away with a few treats from kitchen counters as payment for her services). Carmine's broom is mostly used for sweeping up any ashes she may stir while tending fireplaces and ovens. Her sister Felicity Frostbite, however, is active in both the summer and winter months. Lacing frost on leaves and grass, and keeping ice cubes from melting too quickly in your glass of lemonade in the summer.

He's there, the Phantom of the Opera! He's there inside your mind! (Or at least mine...seriously. I can't get Phantom out of my head...) I highly advise following him into mirrors. (Or do. I would!)

Since she was a little girl Charlene's only dream was to become a super spy. She craved the excitement, the action and the intrigue of that sort of life and wouldn't even consider any other sort of future. She watched every spy movie, read every spy novel and could quote the most intense dialogues word for word. She trained hard and studied hard and, when she felt she was prepared for it, sent applications to every agency she could find. And that's when her dream went up in flames, because some of the agencies she contacted were on opposing sides and thought that Charlene was trying to cause some sort of international incident.

Nowadays Charlene lives on an island that doesn't exist according to most maps. It's a quiet little place that she shares with some other people that for one reason or another had to "disappear" from the world. She has given up on her spy dreams for the most part and is trying to enjoy her lifelong "vacation". Still, sometimes when she is wearing her sunglasses and holding her squirt gun, when fireworks light up the night sky, she can't help but pose for a nonexistent audience and dream again.

I am known for writing atrocious poems, but I gave it a shot. The avatar is a nameless ghost who has been long forgotten while living in a forrest amongst animals. Every time a human traveller comes near, at the sight of a ghost, they tremble, scream and run away. After so many times, this is what the ghost has to say:



Am I so different that you step away,
Cower, scream, hide in fear?
The plump of my waist, the language I speak, the country I belong,
or the religion that gives life to the morals I preach?

I am a ghost? A ghost you say?

...Why am I so different that makes you step away?
If I had the life, the vitality of you, would that make all the difference
and bridge the gap between us two?

But no matter the way, I cannot say, how I could be any different from what I am today?
If I had the choice to choose to be, who, whomever I wanted to be,
Without a doubt, no need to think, I would choose me with all the imperfections that may be.

One may say that I am stuck in old ways,
but the pride of a ghost is no meager thing.

Master of the Bone Wolves

In the dark of night
With no moon in sight
A blood curdling call is heard

So they rise from the shadows
And the dank dismal hollows
To screech and sing through the night

They call to each other
And raise hell together
A pack of furious might

Now the bone wolves are free
You feel the terror and flee
But running won't save you now

They've risen to terrorize
With bloodlust in their eyes
They've risen and they will not return

Not till their master calls them
Back to the shimmering gem
To wait another year in the darkness

This is Harold, the scarecrow. He is inspired by one particular story in an old collection of children's scary stories: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. As a kid, I was always drawn in by the dark and wondrous drawings of this book. This is one of my favorite scary stories, and it definitely left an impression on me to this day.


Click here for Harold the story.

so many pretty people

My design is based off of deep, deep sea creatures. While I have always found the idea of outer space to be extremely intriguing because of what unknown beings could live within it, the truth is that the depths of our oceans are just as unexplored. While extraterrestrial species may be awaiting us in space, there are endless possibilities of what could be lurking at the very bottom of our very own ocean. This avatar is based on this concept, and helps to visualize how alien a being found on our own planet may be!

Illumina the Bearer of Light
I wasn't always the bearer of light...I started out as a young girl who thought she had no purpose.I lived my life always doubting myself,I never thought I was very pretty nor did I think I could do anything very good.But that all changed one eventful evening.

I remember it like it was yesterday,the sun had just went down and all of it's warming light had disappeared with it.I had been running towards my village.I had always been afraid of the dark,so I was trying to get there before the night came but I was to late.The darkness came like a rolling storm,I felt it was trying to sweep me off my feet.I held my lamp out,bravely trying to go through the storm.But then I started having second thoughts,"Maybe I should let the storm sweep me away,no one would care if one person went missing."I knew I wasn't strong enough to go through the storm alone,my light started fading:my doubts started taking over,I was getting tossed around in the sea of dark winds.But then just as my light started fade,right when I was about to get taken up by the storm I heard a voice,"Keep going,you can do it,I am here with you.""Is my lamp...is talking to me?I heard it over and over again.The light from my lamp got stronger,it even started enveloping me.The darkness flinched away from me,as I pushed through to get to my village. Eventually I made it to the slop that lead into the village;I was exhausted I felt like my energy had been sucked out of me.I had reached up to wipe off my face,when I noticed my clothes had changed.No,not just my clothes my whole...well..me!I was dresses in garments of golden light that reached to darkest of corners of the area around me.I looked...beautiful,for once in my life I felt like I was someone.No not someone,I was a girl who had the brightest light of all,in her hands.I decide I couldn't just keep this wonderful light to myself I wanted to share it.To those other people who were stuck in the dark storm like I was.That's when I decided I would be a bearer of light and not just any bearer of light,Ilumina the Bearer of Light.

And as I headed back out of my village,I heard the voice again but this time it said,"Go share the light,for I am with you."