Nervousness – Another Pencil Drawing by MarvellousNightmare

Daily writing prompt

What makes you nervous?

Hi everyone 🙂

As in the title, I continue to treat daily prompts as a tool for self-development.

The model is from The Sims 3 (I still need to practice drawing people a lot), and the rest is from my imagination. I feel that drawing was a very therapeutic thing to do, as I needed a vent today. So thank you daily prompt!

As for myself, I’m often nervous because of people, job interviews, YouTube, and animal treatment in certain corners of the world, as well as being judged. I’m anxious because of the lack of perfection in myself, in the world around me, and in the things I do. Sometimes my inner critic is simply enormous.

I’m often worried about the well-being of my husband. I’m afraid of crowds because I was often mistreated by some groups and gatherings in the past.

But as life goes on, I’m learning to calm down and enjoy the small things 🙂

Thank you for reading this post, have a nice day and take care 🙂

April 22, 2024 15

False Memories (Part 2)

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DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination

And all of a sudden, the alarm went off. I was so astonished I sat up straight in an instant, looking around with incredulity: I was home! Could it all have been just a vivid nightmare then? Somehow, I seriously doubted that. I didn’t remember going to sleep; quite the opposite, I could perfectly recall every bitter detail of yesterday’s quarrel. I sneezed – exactly. I also had no doubts that I was drenched by rain while parading the night streets in shorts and unzipped. Still, I was in my bed, in pajamas, my yesterday’s clothes hanging on the chairs’ back.

In addition to all that, I got a splitting headache. The light – even this murky tender morning light which happens only right before dawn – seemed to be dazzling. I was completely disoriented. I stood up with a moan, and the whole world became blurred and shaky. Besides, my feet were still in pain. I sat down again.

The light was a problem here; I knew that it somehow affected the way I feel, so I decided to pull down the curtains and think. My eyesight was distorted; I couldn’t look directly at any object: my headache immediately returned magnified one thousand times. So I closed my eyes and started retracing yesterday’s walk, or rather my escape from home.

First and foremost – we quarreled. Two adult sisters living together is… hm, a challenging task. If only we had enough money and the place we could go we’d leave each other immediately. But as for now, we had neither choice, nor sources.

We were so different: She and I. Martha was brave and charismatic, always the center of attention. The awareness of that made Her addicted to the admiration of the crowd. My Sister spent all Her time on social media, impressing the public with retouched selfies and generated quotes, forgetting that these were fabricated lies that had little to do with her real self.

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March 17, 2024 3

False Memories (Part 1)

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DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination

I guess it all began the moment I slammed the door loudly, causing the tiny rivers and streams of stone dust and chalk to run down onto the floor. I quickly scrutinized the tiny crevices and cracks around the doorframe – eternal remnants of my mood swings and our bitter quarrels… I ran down the steps diving into the silver moonlight that stole all the colors of this world except for black and white…

I could discern the catlike silhouettes in the silver slits of windows. All the voices from different flats were mixed and united in one preaching chorus, and all the graffities and scribbles that casually adorned the staircase during the day now were turned into magical patterns and figures. Like cavemen, we continue on and on to mark our achievements, wishes and feelings, etching them deep into the wall.

The entrance door swung open, welcoming the wet, damp wind to fill the darkness. A few rare cool drops of rain fell on my face, mingling and mixing with tears, calming me, reviving and suddenly filling everything with a sense of hope again. I went out, looking up at the sky and breathing deeply, trying to regain composure. My jacket was unzipped carelessly, my strides were long and bold… It was an attempt to become one with the wind, one with the coming storm, to cast off all formalities, reject the laws of physics, and fly over the earth in elemental fury.

A burning array of yellow windows was outlined brightly against the gray carcasses of the buildings, almost indiscernible in the surrounding darkness… I wish I could say the same about the drunken crowd of people, who were shouting and cursing loudly, while checking out the surroundings with an immense hunger for destruction. So I halted for a moment, praying to become invisible.

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March 12, 2024 14

A dream – Lady with Monkey

I don’t remember how and why I got there, all I remember is the warm, slow sea waves gently bathing my feet in the warm water, fires and lights in front of me… Or, perhaps on my left on the shore. There were a multitude of buildings and houses emerging behind my back, also shiny, shimmering. I lied down, on the sand watching, observing the reflections on the stars swimming deformed in the water. Strangely, I didn’t want to sleep. Thus, after some time I, curious and oblivious, went towards these shining lights. The further I went, the louder the music played, or, should I say a barbaric mixture of sounds, which appears only when two hundred songs are played all together. Splinting headache. Auch.

Still I entered this spot, I was way too attracted by the light and laughter.

Ah, it’s you! – A very young blond girl smiled openly. – We were waiting, join us.

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May 27, 2023 0

Justice

by MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist

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July 13, 2022 1

The Chestnuts of Celestial Time (Part One)

The second part is here 🙂

The Chestnuts of Celestial Time is an artistic experiment and my little invention that was spontaneous, curious and was a source of great joy. I wanted to do something of this kind for a long time already. This set of chestnuts was my first attempt to create my own divination tool and I was really amused by the result which was partly inspired by saying “you can tell one’s fortune using literally everything”, obviously by runes and, to be completely honest, by long-termed wish to make my own card deck.
So, one autumn day I picked about fifteen chestnuts and brought them home. I decided to use them somehow: for decoration purposes for example, but then it had been quite a challenging period for me, so these chestnuts stayed with us during the winter. As the spring had begun I suddenly felt a great amount of inspiration, and decided to make my own chestnut oracle. Part of it was created on the basis of my dreams and I simply came up with the rest on my own. By the way, those seashells surrounding the chestnuts are also a part of this Oracle. And yes, I said fifteen, but five chestnuts mysteriously disappeared. I have not a slightest idea of how and why, perhaps it was meant to be so 😀

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August 5, 2021 1