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I don't want to be here; at home, in my bed. I want to be in Italy, with my fiancée. Only problem is I don't have a fiancée. Not a boyfriend either- never had one. I've never been to Italy either. I love the pictures, but I don't like Italian food. I've been to Russia- once. I could start a semester of Bible College- in Japan- or Ireland- South Korea- even Russia, although they have no English speakers there right now. I could respond to the sarcastic garuntee of Calvary Chapel Bible College- ring by spring or your money back. I want to go- but then I remember my sister-in-law is pregnant- my sister  and brothers needs me- and that I'm just jealous again. I'm jealous of him- he proposed this week. I'm jealous of her because she got proposed to by him in Italy. I'm jealous not because I've always loved him- although he was always such a good friend to me- but because they're happy and engaged now- and I'm still at home buried in unfinished manuscripts and desires I can't commit to. Now that I think of it, once I left, it would probably only be a week before I wanted to be back here; at home in my bed. If I met someone- and God brought us together- he probably wouldn't want to come and live down the street from my parents. That's a must- my siblings have made a pact to get together and barbecue every Sunday night after we get married and have kids. And then I may never get married at all, and that sentence doesn't send the kind of dread it used to into my heart anymore. I would write and go on mission trips. Be the awesome third wheel that I am. I'll get a job and my license and finish every one of my books and keep righting more- I'll always be buried in at least one and most likely five at a time. I'll buy a real set bed sheets- pretty ones with throw pillows and extra blankets. I'll go out to sushi by myself and eat as much as I want. I'll buy myself Arizona's whenever I feel like it, and go on hikes every other day. I'll buy a pet Chameleon and make fairy-gardens and learn how to actually keep plants alive. I'll go to bookstores and actually buy books. I'll be the best aunt and sister and daughter ever. I'll go out with my girlfriends and cousins and sisters and be myself without worrying what any guys think. I won't wonder if I'm reaching my expiration date or where he is or if he's even coming. I'll be busy, but I be back home every Sunday night, and he can leave me a note.


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Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United States
"Let all the skilled artisans among you come, and make everything the Lord has commanded." Exodus 35:10

I don't have a preferred medium of art, I like to dabble in everything, BUT that being said, writing tends to be less frustrating to my perfectionist OCD lol. I have a million and one stories waiting to be written but I'm desperately trying to get this ONE finished, so that all my work can start to support me. I'm starting to try to not be such a perfectionist and see my art the way other's see it- so that I can take commissions and get the job done without becoming emotionally involved haha

I'm taking free commissions right now, I'd just absolutely be so appreciative of kind donations to my paypal account, to fund a missions trip this coming June. I've been charged not to talk about the trip over social media because it could endanger our chances of getting into the country, but if you have any questions, I can talk about it through email ;D So keep me in your prayers!

I really like g/t I just wish there was cleaner g/t- so, instead of just wishing, I hope to make my own. It's what I always do anyway. I see a movie or a book and I like the story or character so much I have to make one of my own the way I would have done it. I don't do vore, though I try to remain realistic while not being too graphic. I'm not going to write about pervs- it's just not happening.

I'm a Christian, no I was not brain-washed. I'm a Homeschooler, no my parents do not keep me in a closet. I'm a redhead, no I do no- OH WAIT. Yes I do have a temper.

Do Christians annoy you? Well, mean people annoy me. Tell you what, you can talk trash to me, if I can talk Christ to you. Fair is fair. ;]

Please do not try to talk to me through personal notes, unless I know you and have met you in person. I'd like to think anything you have to say to me can be seen by the thousands of other deviants. ;]

I love this! The following is written by CheyennevanStrange cheyennevanstrange.deviantart.…

Dear Acquaintances,

To the Sin family, of the House of Sin, in the Providence of Flesh, in the Kingdom of Satan:
And extended family

Consider this a formal declaration of war.


- A Slave of Sin Saved by Grace

Current Residence: The Moon.
Favourite genre of music: Every genre you can think of [in the Christian catagory] EXCEPT Metal with ONLY screaming. lol
Favourite style of art: Anything that comes to mind.
MP3 player of choice: none, MP4 player lol, ipod!
Favourite cartoon character: Pooh Bear all the way. hahaha
Personal Quote: For if God is with is, who can be a against us? Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.- AP

My blog:…


Thanks For 100 Watchers!!!!! by HBPen
Thanks For 100 Watchers!!!!!
Squee!  So long story- I actually have 106 watchers, but when I look at my watchers, the site only lets me see 100 of them. BUT OCD as I am, two of those watchers have deactivated their accounts, so I wasn't counting them, so for a long time I kept checking my list of watchers for it to say 102, then I would know I actually had 100, but that never happened.
I guess because the list only goes up to 100 I Uhhh  Then I saw on my page a total number of my watchers and that it was already at 106. Oh well lol. On top of that- I realized my next deviation would be my 500th- so I decided to post something special for it- hence this post. I'm not happy with this lineart- but photoshop is being a butt and not picking up my tablet pen like it used to, so no pressure sensitivity or soft lines. Klaton is not amused  My OC Emunah is as irritated about it at as I am lol- not really- Emunah's always irritated, but she was especially irritated about having to pose for this picture, so... Epic Glomp   LietPol Glomp  lol- for those of you who have been waiting on the next chapter of The Giant In The Parkinglot- I apologize, I did not bail on it lol, I just didn't want to post anything else until I made a thankyou pic for 100 watchers and 500 deviantions- the next chapter will be out shortly Thumbs up - Chat icon  .

-----My world swings back and forth, sloshing the contents of my stomach around like a whirlpool. The sounds of the crowd have faded and been gone for who knows how long now, but the sound of horns and sirens, squealing tires and crushing metal, and the occasional scream waft up from the ground, carried away by the wind rushing passed my ears. The deep thunderous pound of the giant's every step rumbles through me to my core, keeping my nerves wound taut with unease. My eyes are glued shut and the last time I opened them, I got a good look at the ground and decided to never open them again. I cling to the monsters fingers with my arms and legs, burying my tear-soaked face in the leathery flesh.
-----Every muscle of my body quivers with exhaustion, my adrenaline too quickly depleted. I don't know how long it's been since he turned and left the apartment complex in the dust. After his demand to leave unfollowed, he didn't stay to see if they would comply. Whatever movement he made, I ended up on my stomach, his huge fingers the only barrier between me and the ground. I closed my eyes once more against the awful sight, as he swung around and headed south, away from the complex, away from Corona, California, away from my home. The last time I had dared peel open my eyes, I wasn't even sure what city we were in anymore.
-----Everything moved- well shifted more than the slow melodic way it had been. Although it'd been making me sick, I suddenly missed the way those continuos movements had lulled me into a bit of a daze. My face was sticky with stale tears and though my heart clenched and fluttered in my chest, at least it had stopped racing and threatening to pound its way out. Now my stomach was disturbed once again, and it stayed somewhere behind me, as I felt myself pressed deeper into his enormous fingers. I tumble backwards, flailing, sure I'm going to fall right off his hand, but I roll into the center of his warm palm instead. A slam onto the leathery surface on my stomach and tense, feeling so horribly trapped. The rocking has stopped and my stomach settles and instantly sinks; why has everything stopped? My head spins lightly and I take a breath, longing for somewhere to hide but afraid to rise to my knees. I feel his eyes boring into me from above, glueing me here to his hand just like before. I don't want to move, I want to pretend I'm dead, or sleeping, anything to make him leave me alone.
-----My lungs labor anxiously and my heart throbs against my ribs; he can probably feel that. My core begins to tremble and my skin burns; he can probably feel everything. I stifle a whimper writhing in the back of my throat and pray. God help me. I bite back a desperate sob- I don't even know what to pray for. I'm scared, God- make me not scared. Warmth ignites in my chest like a small flame and floods through me to my fingertips like my body was full of lighter fluid. My heart slows and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes tiredly. I know You love me- whatever happens, You love me- that's enough. It suddenly hits me- You're even bigger than he is- the image of a huge strong hand shooting out of Heaven and grasping the giant's wrist fills my mind. You're in control still.
-----Everything shifts again and I tense, flattening myself against his palm and swallowing a cry, as I feel myself lifted even higher. "Hey," hot air rushes over me and I start at the way his whispered voice runs through me. My heart beats frantically and I stay unmoving, as the silence drags on behind me. Maybe if I ignore him he'll just leave me alone. My body quivers violently, as panic plays on my back. Don't touch me- please just put me down! "Hey," I jump at the warm breath that blows by me and chide myself as a hot blush sears my cheeks, "I'm not gonna hurt you." I stay frozen, taking in deep and anxious breaths. I hear him inhale  deeply above me; I tense as his breath wafts over me in a sigh. "Well I'm sorry about this-" Sorry? My gut wrings with confusion. Suddenly I lose my stomach above me and I feel his hand come out from under me, leaving me in the air above his palm for several horrific seconds. A panicked cry escapes me and I hit the surface of his hand once more, tumbling into his fingers and sliding down his tilted palm.
-----"No- no-!" I shout, clawing and clambering to stay in his hand, shaking like a dry leaf down to my core; my voice quivers, "Please- please don't-" He's going to drop me- he's dumping me right off his hand to splat on the ground!
-----"Calm down- it's okay-" he mutters irritatedly but I refuse- nothing is okay about this! I desperately grasp onto one of his fingers- his pinky- feet dangling and kicking vainly at the open air below. I yank up my knees, clinging to my one lifeline for dear life. "H-hey -seriously?" he suddenly says, a lilt of amusement in his voice that sends a wave of nausea running up my spine and a new strain of tears floods my gaze, "You're okay." I shake my head frantically, a sob escaping me where words of desperation tried to form. I clench my eyes shut as burning tears overflow down my cheeks. My jaw locks shut against the sobs clawing at the back of my throat and I suck in a tremulous breath through my nose. "Come on-" his voice thunders through me with a vague chuckle that turns my stomach. "it's okay. Look." He lowers me again and I hold on tighter, shaking my head in refusal; I'm not looking down. "I'm not gonna drop you," his voice rolls through the air like he isn't taking any of this- any of me- seriously and my heart shrinks beneath his apathy to my terror.
-----I feel myself sinking once again and I tighten my grip around his trunk-like finger; it gets dark behind my eyelids and I finally open them. Still clinging to his finger, tall beige walls, pulled back by his other hand, rise up around me; I swallow down the dread that knots in my throat and find myself tightening my grip. I'm being lowered into his hip pocket. "Come on- you're fine-" his voices wafts through the thick material. A long whine escapes me, as I protest helplessly. I wince as I watch a couple of his fingers slide down his pinky and pressing me down mercilessly, until I slip off his finger like I was nothing but a little bug. A strangled cry escapes me as I fall into the darkness of his pocket, but I'm caught up in the material like a giant sack, sinking in against the walls closing up on me. I scramble to sit up, grasping at the material for something to hold onto, as the small opening at the top, where the only light shines in, reduces to a thin line. My breathe catches in my throat, the darkness wrapping around my neck like a rope.
-----The walls close in firmly and I gasp, knocked into him and squished for a moment, my heart wringing weakly. I push against the walls, shoving away as they open again, and stumbling back onto my backside once more. The material pulls taut around me and I struggle, fighting to rise and find a way out- even though I don't know what I'd do if I even reached the hem of his pocket. My heart pounds and my lungs gasp for air beneath my anxiety, but I swallow; God why is this happening? A strangled sob escapes my throat and tears flood my eyes- I don't understand- but I know You love me. The swaying that had rocked me into a sense of calm before starts back up, not having the same effect and I stare at the thin crack of light over head, that fades and disappears with every step. My chest tenses with the thought of him falling or bumping into something. The fabric prison around me loosens and tightens with each movement. I can see and feel the way the walls would close and press in around me. My lips quiver and I cover my mouth in a fist, sucking in a tremulous breath through my nose. God please help me- what is going on?
-----Perhaps hours later, my heart still trembles and I close my eyes against stale tears, that stream back across my temples to my ears. I smother them before they get there, smearing the irritating drops away. I sniff up a quivering breath, exhausted in every possible way. My heart clenches with nauseating regret as I recall where I was before all this happened. Where I could have been right now- if I hadn't been stupid. What was I thinking? That it wasn't real? That he wasn't able to really pick me up and do whatever he wanted to me? I deserve this- my heart twists in my chest, a new batch of burning tears swimming in my gaze and dimming the hairline of evening light above me- I did something really stupid and this is what happens. My mom floods my thoughts and my heart churns. My whole family swims in my rippling gaze and my stomach curdles; I cover my face, aching from hours of endlessly balling my eyes out. This isn't helping! I vigorously wipe the wretched tears from my eyes, pushing my hair back and off my face. God show me what to do. I know I messed up- I'm sorry- but You can use all our mistakes for good. Give me courage; my heart shrinks in my chest at the thought of what I'm asking- the things I may have to face. I don't care. Get me back to where you want me, Jesus. Get me back home.
GT Short: The Giant In The Parkinglot 4
Yeah this is a short story with more than 4 (probably 5) chapters. *rebel*

-----From behind the tall wooden fence and beneath the balcony above me, I can see the bottom of his jaw and then his squinting confused eyes still searching for me. A loud voice over a speaker, or a megaphone, calls out from the parkinglot, the words almost unintelligible, but I can make them out, "Come out with your hands up- we have weapons of destruction on sight and we will use them if you don't cooperate!" He glance over the rooftop once more and then shrinks, a million unreadable thoughts passing through his clouded grey-blue eyes. I wonder what things are racing through his mind, as I watch intently, as if I might actually be able to read his thoughts. His eyes glance in my direction suddenly and he shifts his gaze directly on me; my heart leaps into my throat. Please don't see me, God please don't let him see me- make me invisible to him. The megaphone voice shouts once again, but I don't hear what he says, my heart beating in my ears. I wouldn't have been able to hear the megaphone guy if I'd wanted to; a helicopter now hovered somewhere near, filling the air with noise like an ocean.
-----He glanced back over the apartment and I release a breath of relief, my pulse slowing- thank You Jesus- but he swings his frowning and tense gaze straight back to my little hiding place- pinning me their with just his eyes. I tremble from my lungs to my lips, my heart feeling like it might lay down and die of fear. I shift on my knees, grains of sand biting into my skin, but I don't take my eyes off him- Why is he looking at me like that? God please don't let him see me. He frowns, looking irritated and glancing back to the parkinglot one last time. I shrink, my back hitting the wall behind me, hoping that if he looks here again, he won't see me, but I barely go anywhere and when he turns back this time, he moves, kicking up dust as he, crouches more and peers into the patio.
-----I backpedal against the wall at my back, every shred of air leaving my lungs. No- no- no- no- no- I see his hands too late, reaching into the enclosure for me, and see and hear the trembling of the wooden fence, at his hand that barely grazes the edge as he reaches in. The contents hanging on the fence shake loudly and the wood creaks, only adding to the chaos of his giant fingers growing as they approach me. "No-! No-! No-!" I shout emphatically, but I'm ignored. I scramble to my hands and knees for the open gateway, but jump back as his other hand slams down in front of it and a whimper escapes me. Panic grips my chest and I lean away from the hand before me, but falter, practically feeling the trunk-like fingers, I'm sure are about to curl against my back. I arch my back, jumping away, a shiver running up my spine and shield myself from the wall of flesh in front of me. Nowhere else to go, I slam my back against the wall, plastering myself there helpless and covering my head. I finally hear the hysterical screams that have been ripping apart my throat for the last minute.
-----In one chaotic moment, I kick and scream as I'm mauled by giant, leathery pillows, like a stuffed animal being picked up by an incompetent claw-machine. Smushed against the ground beneath the weight of them, the dirt on the concrete scrapes against my cheek and temple, and skins my fingers. The pressure lessens but I'm smothered in the fleshy fingertips, grasped too tightly for a moment. My breath shoots from me and my world spins in a million different directions, as I tumble into the leathery bed. For several sickening seconds, I'm not sure if I'm upside down or hanging from his fingertips. My heart shrivels beneath my terror, the sound of my whimpers and sobs, and the way I'm tossed back and forth uncontrollably.
-----I suddenly remember which is up and which is down, as I lose my stomach somewhere beneath me through my back, pressed into the fleshy mass by gravity and the air rushing passed me. The sensation of rising hundreds of feet into the air sends waves of nausea flooding through every inch of my being. I freeze in his palm, or fingers, wherever I am, because now the thought of falling is what terrifies me the most. I press my arms down on either side of me, my palms flat against the surface I lay on. I instinctively pull my knees up and together, my toes curled fearfully in my sneakers. The sky fills my vision and suddenly the pressure of rising dissipates, leaving me feeling like I may fall out of his hand with one little move like a feather.
-----His palm is hot and can feel the beating of his pulse against my back. Everything turns suddenly and I scramble away from the edge of his tilting hand. Did he pick me up just to drop me?! I scream pathetically, my skin burning at the image of myself that floods my mind. Where I'm going- I have now idea- but I need something to hold onto now. Suddenly, his fingers curl around me tightly make a high-pitched sound escape me with the rest of my air. I kick in his grip but stop, as my vision fills with the sight of the apartment complex, and I see just how up I am. I cling to his fingers for dear life, my heart shrinking- I hate heights- I close my eyes- feeling sick, as a long pitiful whine slips out my throat. Every fiber of my being trembles like a chihuahua and my muscles ache, but I don't move, not a centimeter. "I have a hostage!" I jump, tightening my grip at the thunderous voice that both echoes off the mountains a state away and rumbles through the flesh encompassing me.
-----His words register. No, no, no- I shake my head, tears flooding my winced gaze and streaming down my skinned face. "See her-!?" he shouted, his voice running through me. Oh God- a blush like no other lights up like a fire over every inch of me to the tips of my ears- God help me. I hear the shouts and screams of the onlookers, watching the show. "I don't want-" the giant began but he stopped, as a gunshot ripped through the atmosphere, and all at once, his grip tightened dangerously around me and he sucked in a loud, seething breath that ended in a deep growl. My world moves again and I cling tighter to his fingers, a cry escaping me, as he yells furiously, "I have a human in my hand-!" The people below scream and yell in a storm of confusion that floats up to me, distant and failing. I hear someone yell,
-----"Don't shoot!" And someone else shout,
-----"Shoot him!" Another screams,
-----"There's a girl up there!" A commanding voice, of a police officer no doubt, shouts,
-----"Who fired that shot-!? Hold your fire!!" Suddenly the roaring voice of the giant rolls over us all once more, wafting over me like a waterfall,
-----"Leave me alone and I won't hurt her! I'll let her go once I reach the portal- but if you follow me- I'll take her with me-!"
-----My mind churns his words- portal? What- what? What's he talking about?! Take me with him?! Oh God help me! Don't let the cops interfere- don't let him be lying- God what the heck is going on?!

-----I take off toward the parkinglot, following after the form of a giant man, towering miles into the stark blue sky. I tear straight through the row of parked cars and sprint across the asphalt into the road. Now I hear the screams, emanating from all around me, see people running the opposite direction as I am. I swallow down the panic it sends pulsing through me, as I weave through the parked vehicles, my eyes on him. He's stopped again, looked down at the ground. I follow his gaze to the smoking hood of a car, crushed beneath the toe of his sneaker. I slow, taking in the little bit of accidental wreckage- this so insane. Now I hear the car alarm trumpeting from it, before the sound goes flat and dies off.
-----The sirens wail behind me, echoing off the hills, and I'm sure they're about to pull into the complex now. He glances up, hearing the change as well, and steps away from the scrap metal and continues on his way. My pulse quickens and I bolt through another line of cars. A horn blares at my left, aching in my ear, and I turn to see a pickup truck right on top of me, slamming on its brakes. It rams into my side and I grip the hood, grimacing at the pain radiating through my ribs and hip. Irritation and rage wring in my chest, but before I can get a word out the driver leans out his window. "Get outta the road you stupid-" he curses at me. I back off his hood, heat shooting up my neck and searing my skin in a burning blush. He backs up, hitting someone else, who curses back at him, before speeding around me and flipping us off. My gut squirms with fury and my hands fist at my sides; jerk.
-----The ground trembles beneath me and I remember the task at hand. Turning I dash through more parked cars, making sure to look both ways before I run out into the street this time. I leap up onto the sidewalk on the other side of the parkinglot, heading into the maze of apartments. I look up, using his towering form like the North Star, as I wind through the complex after him. I crane my neck, wincing as I peer up at him, taking in every new detail that comes into focus as I get closer. I slow, because I'm almost right under him now, but then with one step, he completely left me in the dust. I take note of the turn I'm taking up ahead and look down as I sprint toward him. My muscles churn with adrenaline, sending me further and faster than I had expected, and I look up, searching the sky for his head of sandy-brown hair. I keep walking, jogging or sprinting off and on. I do a three sixty as I go- where is he? My heart begins to sink- did I finally lose him?
-----Without warning I freeze in my tracks, there is his sneaker, fifty feet away from me, facing me. My heart rises to my throat in a second and I drag my gaze up his legs, to his crouching knees, practically above my head, where his eyes peer over them and down at me, glueing me to the cement, completely consuming every part of me; his eyes are huge. My stomach turns and I think I'm gonna be sick. He's looking right at me, studying me like a child might study an insect. I change my mind- this wasn't a good idea. Suddenly the reality of it all hits me like the truck in the parkinglot and that pain comes rushing to my brain finally, making me feel like I've been, well, hit by a truck. My core begins to tremble uncontrollably down to my fingers. I need to run- I need to book it into a bush or an apartment or just back where I came from, but I can't move- I'm literally petrified, glued to the sidewalk with fear, as if he hadn't just looked at me, but had pulled chewed gum out of his mouth, stuck it to my feet, and set me back down. The mental image sends a shiver down my spine and I take a step back, feeling like I really am standing in his gum. He could do that- literally do that to me right now- he has the power to; I hope he isn't chewing gum.
-----He leans forward, lifting his chin slowly up above his knees that sink dangerously toward me from his haphazard position, balancing on his toes and steadying himself with a hand on the apartment roof next to his head. His playful and vaguely confused gaze never leaves my form, as he suppresses a smirk tugging at his lips. I stumble back a step as he straightens, basically hovering over me for a better look, but beside that, I can't move; I need to leave before he decides to take advantage of my deer-in-the-headlights-paralysis, which looks to be soon. My heart pounds beneath my chest, threatening to burst right through, as his enormous hand moves to the ground beside him. I swallow, the muscles in his hand rippling beneath his skin, as he fans out his fingers, the tips pressing against the cement and grass beneath his weight. Adrenaline surges through my veins, churning in my heart and lungs. What could he do with that hand; I'm suddenly afraid he'll reach for me and the thought sets my skin on fire. My hands clench an unclench at my sides anxiously. I tell myself to breathe, my chest heaving. His huge eyebrow rises and his a small smile pulls at his mouth and he leans even closer, debre cascading noisily from the roof he grip in his other hand . The air leaves my lungs like a vacuum and I step back, staring up at him in awestruck terror and wonder. My stomach turns, as I take in every dangerous detail once again, from his huge and unreal face, to his hand, the muscles twitching as he supports himself. "We're you really following me?" his words were clearly quiet and yet they still rumble through my being and wash over me in warm breath. My cheeks burn. Curiosity sure as Hell killed the cat.
-----A scream rips through the air and I swerve to its source. A young woman stands just outside the front door to an apartment on my right. Dropping whatever was in her hands, she scrambles back into her apartment. Suddenly, I realize this may be the one chance I have to run. My heart races with fear and I still can't move. I glance between them, his eyes are still in her, I should run. I take one step back and another, my brain screaming run, my heart screaming, the last thing I want is to be chased. His eyes shift to me, stopping me mid step and making me jump out of my skin. He saw me move- the door slams shut and it's silent once more- he saw me trying to run and my face heats like its on fire and tears welling in my eyes as a new flood of quivers comes over me. I've never felt so truly small and helpless. I hug my stomach, twisting fistfuls of my shirt in my trembling hands.
-----The sirens are even closer now and he straightens once more, peeking over the apartment roof. I stare at his jaw and neck, the muscles moving like the lochness monster under a blanket of water. This is insane. He's a monster- what am I doing still here?! I glance around quickly, where can I go. If I run I'm not just going to run blindly back down the sidewalk. I want a hiding place. I don't not want to be chased- to feel that presence of panic clawing into my back, and how much bigger that presence would be, knowing 'he' was chasing me; I might just pass out or curl up in a ball from the mere weight of it. I could hide in one of the enclosed patios- if I move toward him I can get under his legs and out of his line of sight fast before he sees where I've gone- and he would never think to look at his own feet- who would run toward the giant- me of course.
-----I glance back up at him, staring at me, intently. I jump, my knees like jelly and doom like a rock in my gut. I feel dizzy, like I'm standing out on a tightrope, and I long for something to support myself. I pull my gaze down feeling self-conscious, unable to hold the weight of his. I take a breath, my chest feeling heavy beneath his study. A loud gust of warm wind rushes past me and I start at the sound and the way he shifts suddenly, wringing my shirt in my hands. My mind races; was that him? I hesitantly raise my eyes back up his towering form despite the pounding of my heart. He fights a grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement that makes my stomach swim at how ill it fits the situation. Every fiber of my being quivers uncontrollably and my heart clenches with fear that threatens a whimper in the back of throat, but I swallow it back and take another breath. I look away, my face burning under his intense gaze. I look to his feet, if I can get to his shoe without being seen, I can hide in the open patio on the left.
-----The wailing sirens scream over us and I hear the screech of car breaks and tires on the asphalt echo over the parkinglot on the other side of the apartments. He casts a furrowed gaze back over the rooftops, straightening but clearly hiding behind the building half his size. I take the opportunity, dashing toward his enormous sneakers, yards away from me. My heart races and I duck as I run, praying desperately he won't see me- hear me- or think to look at his feet. He shouldn't, why would he, unless he saw me sprint away. I reach his shoes, tempted to touch them for support as I tear past, before I remember these huge objects belong to someone- and he would surely feel it. I jerk my hands back in, wring my wrists as I look around for any sign of him deciding to look here. He moves slightly, maybe just because I suddenly disappeared; I pray so. Turning to the patio, I glance up over my shoulder, craning my neck to see passed his legs as I back toward the open gate, gripping the wooden fence as I pass through. He looks straight forward, searching for me where I stood in front of him before. I move swiftly, trying to be silent as I step into the messy and crowded enclosure and crouch down. I would have liked to get to the back, but I'm afraid to move the junk and draw his attention, so I kneel on the small patch of ground in the doorway.
GT Short: The Giant In The Parkinglot 2
Chapter 2, bout half done with 3 😁
-----I sat on Erika's couch by the window, typing an amateurs story into my iPhone notes. The living room that stretched into the kitchen at the back of the apartment was dim and only lit by the afternoon light shining through the open blinds. The room didn't feel dark though because the rickety blinds had been closed all day until about thirty minutes ago when I had laid Evan down for a nap in his moms room down the hallway. It was silent save for the quiet humming of the fridge at the back of the room, the distant shouts of children, and the bell of the ice-cream man, chiming incessantly as he rolled his cart along the fronts of the apartments. The wind rushed softly through the large trees outside and someone in the apartment above us moved a chair.
-----I shifted, rubbing my frigid arm against my sweatpants; sometimes the A/C worked too good in here. The couch began to tremble beneath me and I froze, my insides gripping with terror. Earthquake. The TV rattled and some dishes in the sink shifted loudly. The couch jolted under me and I felt sick as my stomach twisted behind my ribs- but suddenly it was over. If it had gone a moment longer I would have barrel-rolled off the couch onto the ground- but Evan. No- I would have ran back down the hall and grabbed him, we would both stand a better chance crouching beside the tall bed rather than the couch anyway. I looked around, snorting softly at myself- paranoid and a scaredy cat. I love earthquakes- my body just doesn't respond with that love when one happens.
-----The couch rumbled again and my heart seized in my chest, this time the walls shifting sharply, the ceiling squealing beneath the momentary tension. I bolted up from my relaxed position against the arm of the couch, glancing around the room and then out the window. Calm down Hannah- it's just an aftershock- or was that a foreshock before? It certainly was less violent. Hopefully that wasn't a foreshock- my stomach knotted mercilessly and I fisted the sides of my sweats anxiously. Jumping up to my knees, I peered out the window. A woman and her little girl were in the pool across the way- completely oblivious to the earths tremors. I took a sickened breath, forcing a calm over my tense muscles, throbbing from adrenaline.
-----The ground shook like a pan in the hand of a greedy gold miner. I stumbled back away from the window, just barely seeing the water from the pool slosh out the sides like a child's drink. My body tensed painfully and I had only one thought: get to Evan. I spun around, clambering into the dark hallway, my arms stretched out on either side of me, my hands brushing against the walls for a moment before slamming into them, as they danced chaotically around me. I tore around the corner, shoving my weight against the door when suddenly it stopped.
-----Everything was still; all was eerily silent. Evan breathed steadily beneath the covers, dead asleep and unphased. I breathed heavily, my jaw locked and my lungs heaving, burdened with terror.  Something was different- the room felt strange and the hair on the back of my neck pricked with unease I couldn't trace. Suddenly the deep red curtains over the window lit up with daylight. My gut rang with confusion as the image replied in my mind. Something had been in front of the window- some had moved out of the way. Had something fallen? I dashed to the curtains, throwing them open emphatically, trembling from my lips to my fingertips. Nothing- I jerked down the blinds, peering through the hole I'd made- something had fallen- the concrete was cracked and filthy- but where had it gone? My stomach sank as I examined the scene- trying against all odds to understand what I was looking at. The ground trembled once again but just barely and my raked nerves weren't so easily plucked at the fourth time. I wrenched my neck, glaring through the blinds to see something, anything that might shed light on my unnerving confusion. I saw something- it was black and white- it looked like- it oddly resembled- no it couldn't be. Backing out of the room I darted back down the hallway, the walls creaking again but I barely noticed.
-----I yanked open the front door, jogging out into the walkway and  searching the landscape to my right. There was a lot of dust- but there it was- a giant white stripe that resembled the bottom lining of a sneaker, and yet it sat beside a red pick-up truck, reaching higher than the bumper. Then it was gone. I followed it up, as it rose in such a familiar way, and my lunch swam nauseatingly around in my stomach, as I followed that white strip up a towering black, material sky-scraper, that gradually came into focus, despite my unbelieving mind, as the back of a man- a giant man- a man taller than any building I had ever seen.
-----He moved slowly, peering down at the ground and sometimes crouching to touch things. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. And yet my heart beat like it might escape my chest at any moment. I should go back inside, I should get Evan and hide in a closet. But I couldn't look away. I was in awe- my eyes couldn't get enough. He had short, light-brown hair and blue-ish eyes that studied the world beneath him. His skin was almost pale and he wore an army, green t-shirt, and beige, fitted jeans. He rose to his full height and I found myself leaning back as he shot out of my vision. I stumbled back a step, peering up at him, an oddity standing in the blue sky; was I really seeing this?
-----I heard a cry and a swear behind me, swinging around to see Erika craning her neck to take in the giant in the parking lot. She looked like she had just rushed out of the office to check on us- frantic and out of breath- a bag on the ground at her feet. She finally met my gaze, "What the Hell!?" I shook my head at a loss, taking a breath to speak, but no words finding their way out- as I turned back to get one more look. He was just lifting his foot to take one more tentative step through the parking lot when sirens lit up the valley behind us. He stopped, glancing over his shoulder cautiously, his brow knitting as if he could see the U.S. Government peeling down the road for us. Turning back he started his exit once more, moving with a little more speed this time, as he gripped the apartment on the other end of the parking lot and gingerly navigated the solar panel parking structures like he was maneuvering through a flowerbed. He's going- I take a step after him and catch myself. What am I doing? Running after a giant dude that could kill me without trying- a giant guy- there's really a giant standing in front of me!?
-----I hear a door slam behind me and glance over my shoulder to see Erika's apartment closed. I see her dash through the living room into the hallway, no doubt checking on her son I abandoned. I glance back to the giant guy frantically tiptoeing through the apartment complex. He's made good head way in the few seconds I looked away. My insides twist at his shrinking form. Once he's gone I will never see anything like this ever again. My gut rithes at the thought. Just to the end of the complex- then I'll stop.

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losttothestars Featured By Owner 6 days ago
Thank you for the fave! I really appreciate it ^^
JonathanSkits Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for being a part of my group my friend God Bless!
HBPen Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
No prob :D
JonathanSkits Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Have a good day
GiantessUniverse Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015
You seem to be a talented artist. I prefer giant women myself, but that's just me. If I may ask you a personal question, have you come to accept Christian beliefs on your own terms? I grew up Catholic and have seen many people of that faith simply abiding by Catholicism and accepting the beliefs without having a reason to believe in it. It would be nice to finally meet a religious person who doesn't blindly follow a religion simply because they were taught growing up that it was true. I myself chose to pursue a personal spiritual contemplation and ask myself questions about God that I had to answer outside of a Catholic context. I'm sorry if I'm treading on impersonal ground, you just piqued my curiosity when you said that you're "not brainwashed".
HBPen Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thankyou and I want you to know I'm actually happy to see your question :] I did grow up in the faith. My parents were Christians and my mother would teach us (my siblings and I) that God loved us and that Jesus was God. We were taught to say our prayers before we ate and before bed. We attended a private Christian school where we were taught the Bible every day as a subject. We attended church twice a week and my parents were very involved in ministry at church, where my uncle was the pastor. All of this was good, but almost, ritual. It wasn't personal, it was religion. My parents were young in their faith and I didn't realize how young until I was 16 and realizing how young I was in my own faith. To really get to your question, I have come to believe on my own, and I'll tell you the way that came about.

For a long time, I couldn't remember ever 'accepting Jesus into my heart' you know the way many Christian's say you must be saved. Because of that, I accepted Him in many times over and over in church and at school, whenever there was an 'altar call', the sad fate of a lot of Christians today, stuck in that phase. I didn't know if I was saved, but I had been taught that Jesus loved me, that was what kept me safe. Because I believed Jesus loved me and took the punishment for everything I did wrong, I wanted to loved Him back. I strived to obey and do what was right and not do what was wrong, and I thought I was pretty good at it; looking back I can see I was only good at it on the outside, but on the inside, I still was selfish and prideful. I had more Bible knowledge than some adults in my church and I prayed and talked to God, I depended on Him for things I couldn't control, which is all good, but I wasn't reading His word daily or receiving Spirit-led teaching from it (I'll explain that more later), which left me enormously vulnerable, and this is why. I was praying for a sister, I see now, because I wanted a best friend who would love and understand and care for me. He answered my prayer and I wasn't happy with what I got. I continued the search, and continued to be more and more disappointed in what I found. I ended up in an emotionally, verbally, and mentally abusive relationship, that I continued to put myself into, until I finally realized, I hadn't prayed in a long time. I was so low, I prayed to God to send me a friend, to send me someone to love me. I kept hearing, 'He sent Jesus' all over and I knew that in my head, but I guess I didn't really know it from experience.

I spent a good several years, with depression and looking for someone to love me and praying for someone to come, and believing no one around me could love me enough, and I convinced myself, even until recently, that a romantic relationship would be the only one to make me feel truly loved and understood. When I was 16, I hit the dirt. I found myself addicted to porn and into a lot of horrible stuff and my views on love and romance and sex completely skewed and corrupted. It didn't take more than a few minutes after I hit the dirt and looked around, for me to know I was going completely against God. I was appalled at myself and terrified of God. Some people might have tried to tell me I shouldn't have been afraid, but there is nothing wrong with the way I felt. God hates evil and destruction, and I was being consumed by it. My reaction on the other hand, was not right. I ran, for a good month or two, I stopped praying and went to church with my head down, keeping myself as busy and distracted as possible, but that only kept me 'enslaved' to this sin. I finally came back to God because I knew this of Him. He was good and perfect and He created me. There was no way I could run from Him, so I had to face Him, even if it meant being punished and hated by Him, I wasn't going to keep running because the stress was going to kill me. I was always like that when I was little. If I had was in trouble and my dad said, 'Remind me to spank you when we get home,' I would cry and beg him to just do it now, so I wouldn't have to keep worrying over it. I came crawling to God, I couldn't imagine looking at Him, I kept my head down and apologized for even being there, because what right did I have to even re-enter His presence. What made this all worse was that I knew Jesus had died for me, and I betrayed Him anyway. This cycle continued for what felt like months, although it was probably less, and I finally told God, 'I deserve to die for what I've done,' and He said, 'I already have.' Suddenly everything I knew about Jesus and the cross made infinitely more sense. I deserved to die, and He died because He knew I'd do this.

I'm sorry this is so long lol.

I continued on, but in the same way I had before, trying to do good by God. It was a horrible cycle and I was getting really confused about the whole Trinity thing. Jesus was God, but there was also God the Father and the Holy Spirit. It was confusing me in this way: when I prayed, I knew Jesus had forgiven me, but I felt the Father was angry still. I was sure Jesus was standing between us to defend me and the Father was only grudgingly forgiving me, so that His Son's death wouldn't be in vain. I had begun reading my Bible, something I was horrible at. I rarely understood what I was reading, and I rarely read, but I came across Isaiah 53 and 54. As I read, I remembered this time when I was 7 years old, and I had wanted to go to a "Bible Study" my principal was holding at my school. I thought it was weekly and I wanted to be involved lol, but it turned out, he just wanted to share the gospel with us. He read the verses 53:4-6,

"Surely He took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered Him punished by God, stricken by Him, and afflicted. But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all."

I remembered the way it had all made sense to me, Jesus, dying for my sins, and how I had committed my life to Him then and how I had tried to tell my mom when I got home, but being 7, I couldn't remember where or what we had read. I kept reading the next chapter and found the verses that would give me peace in this next season, 54:4-10,

“Do not be afraid; you will not be put to shame.
    Do not fear disgrace; you will not be humiliated.
You will forget the shame of your youth
    and remember no more the reproach of your widowhood.
For your Maker is your husband
    the Lord Almighty is His name—
the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer;
    he is called the God of all the earth.
The Lord will call you back
    as if you were a wife deserted and distressed in spirit—
a wife who married young,
    only to be rejected,” says your God.
“For a brief moment I abandoned you,
    but with deep compassion I will bring you back.
In a surge of anger
    I hid my face from you for a moment,
but with everlasting kindness
    I will have compassion on you,”
    says the Lord your Redeemer.

“To me this is like the days of Noah,
   when I swore that the waters of Noah would never again cover the earth.
So now I have sworn not to be angry with you,
   never to rebuke you again.
Though the mountains be shaken
   and the hills be removed,
yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken
   nor my covenant of peace be removed,”
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.

I don't know if those verses make sense to you, I'm always afraid something God told me won't make sense to someone else lol, but this is what hit me, "So I have sworn not to be angry with you." I clung to these verses, that God isn't angry with me, because the price is paid, and His anger and punishment was poured out on Jesus instead of me and that there is none left for me. He just gave me more on that subject too, on Good Friday, John 9:37-40

"All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away. For I have come down from heaven not to do my will but to do the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who sent me, that I shall lose none of all those he has given me, but raise them up at the last day. For my Father’s will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day.”

 That the Father desires for me to be saved. Just now though, I noticed the earlier part, "Your Maker is your husband." I have still struggled with wanting a romantic relationship, trying to convince myself that my relationship with God could be deep enough to satisfy my soul. But even then He was trying to tell me it was, that what I desired and thought I could find in a husband- love and understanding and pure companionship- can only be found in Him. 

I want to touch on the 'Spirit-led' teaching I talked about waaaay up there. The people around me were not mature Christians and the church I was attending, never taught me what I needed to know. My family was, two years ago, asked to leave that church, and we did, and we began attending the best church I have ever been to lol. Hearing the pastor teach for the first time was like a breath of fresh air, and I hadn't realized how thirsty and hungry I had been to hear the word of God until I heard it truly taught. It's not the pastor, it's not the way he teaches or the way he was taught, it's the Holy Spirit. He brings up points out of scripture that he couldn't have come up with on his own. I don't know if you've ever experienced that but it's amazing to get a realization in yourself or hear someone say something, and you know it was God's Spirit revealing it. My family has grown more in the last two years of attending this church than the 16 years we spent in our first church and it's God doing it. 

Blindly believing in something, isn't truly believing in it. God doesn't want us to sit in church and believe everything the pastor says, He also doesn't want our dealings with Him to be ritual and dry. He want's us to search to know Him. Jeremiah 9:24,

""but let the one who boasts boast about this:
    that they have understood and known me,
that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness,
    justice and righteousness on earth,
    for in these I delight,”
declares the Lord."

All God wants is for us to know Him, that's why He died for our sins, not because we were worth saving, but because He wanted to give us the opportunity to come into His very near presence and know Him. God is still trying to teach me that He loves me unconditionally, no matter what I do. I get into these moods, where I'm trying to do everything right, and I forget I don't have to, all that matters is He loves me, and He wants me to spend time with Him, but I'm over here, a little sheep with no thumbs, trying to build something worthwhile to impress Him or earn His love or forgiveness. And He's just like, "I was mutilated for you, there's nothing else you can do, just get over here and let me love you."

I want to finish with this, sorry sorry sorry this is ssooooo long haha. This morning, I messed up and stumbled back into sin, and I was so angry with myself and was apologizing to God. I got up and continued with my morning, thinking of how I could make my day profitable to God, I guess, how I could make it up to Him. I had let my dog outside, she's a tiny chihuahua, and it had been half an hour, our other dog had already come back, and she was coming when I called. I went out to look for her and I looked until my brother and sister-in-law came home. They started helping and we all had skimmed the backyard and the house and front yard multiple times for an hour. I was getting really scared, I was praying and asking God if He would just let me find her body, even she was going to be gone today, I just needed the closer, I couldn't handle her just being lost, because I was thinking of all the horrible things that could be happening, and that my mom had seen a hawk flying low around the yard yesterday. My brother finally took his car and started driving around the neighborhood and I went back out to the back again. For half an hour I kept looking and I finally broke down actually stopped what I was and started talking to God. I gave in and prayed that she would be okay, somehow, though I couldn't see how. Before I finished praying, I heard her bark and I bolted up the hill. It sounded like she was at the back door, but I didn't see her. I felt like I had been stupid to hope. I thought of how there was no reason He should bring her back and do anything for me, not only was I a failure in all things, but I had demonstrated it this very morning and kept wanting to just say it was over. I was too afraid to pray for her to be okay and come back, because why should He give me what I want? But I gave in and said, "God I know I'm a failure in all things, but your grace abounds and overflows and I know You care about how I feel and want to give me the good desires of my heart." Again, before I finished praying, I heard my brother behind me and I turned around and he was holding the dog. 

It sounds sooo silly to use this as an example, but I'm still hit by this today. I really believe God gave her back to me when I prayed. There's no way the three of us could have torn apart the yard the way we did, looking for her, and not have found her if she was there. I think God just wanted to show me how much He cares about every little care I have in my heart. He has the power to help me and, even better, actually wants to give me the small, menial desires of my heart. I wouldn't hold this as a deal breaker with God, I was already prepared to continue my relationship with Him, whether He gave me what I wanted or not, the point is God wants us to know Him, like knowing that He cares about every little thing in our lives.

GiantessUniverse Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2015
Interesting. Well, take care.
sammigruber Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2015
i love you drawings :)
HBPen Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thankyou so much, it means a lot, I feel like I've just recently gotten the hang of things XD
sammigruber Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015
thats good and thanks for the llama
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