We’ve published our first book at Amazon Kindle last week !
It’s available as an ebook at the moment and will also be available as
paperback soon (hopefully) : D
The book is titled Mr. Purwood’s Secret Barking and it
follows a young doctor who was called out to a house visit to investigate a
curious case! Doctor Connuru Alston Ket lives in a small town called
Cattingwood, where it is mostly peaceful and harmonious. Mostly.
However, on one strange occasion, a close friend of his
started to suddenly bark! Why would a perfectly respectable cat person suddenly
be barking? And would Connuru be able to help his friend? Pick up a copy to
find out the answers : D
This is a short novel of only six chapters, perfect for a length of a brief commute, and each chapter is accompanied with our original ink illustrations (like this one in this post!). We look forward to hearing your feedback about our work, and we hope that you will join us for more adventures with our characters in the future!
A little bit of Christmas. That’s all that Tom had wanted.
Tom wanted a little bit of Christmas.
All the shopping centres were full with decorations, colours and
brightness, laughter, jingles, wish lists and sales. Christmas was in
season. Formless tension seeped under the chatter, behind price tags and
advertisements, into people’s brains and mouths. Christmas was here.
“Have you done your Christmas shopping yet?”
“I don’t know what to get for my mom… She has everything!”
“The new iPhone is so nice.”
Tom fidgeted quietly. Hunger was gnawing at his stomach. Two kids
burst out of a car in the parking lot, laughing and happy. One of them
squealed as he grabbed one of his dad’s legs.
“Then, after, we get pizzas??”
“Anything you want, champ.” His dad ruffled his hair affectionately before they all disappeared into the mall.
There was a sharp and unpleasant feeling in Tom’s chest and it was
not only hunger any more. He did not doubt that pizzas would be swell
but he wanted everything else, too. Why was he Tom? Why was he not the
kid in the car?
Another kid emerged from behind the automatic doors, happiness almost
uncontainable spilling forth from his smiling face, hugging a box of a
new toy with both arms.
“Thank you, mommy! Thank you, daddy!”
The mother exchanged a look with the father, tenderness in their eyes and they squeezed each other’s hand warmly.
Tom had nothing but what he wore on him. He sniffled quietly,
watching and wanting. Watching. And, wanting. Slowly, something turned
inside of his heart. At first it was a throw-away thought that formed
when he watched one of the kids stumbled awkwardly. This one had been
carrying a little bag with Christmas tarts and cookies inside and
everything tumbled out onto the pavement.
“Oh! Careful!”
The adult rushed over to the now crying child and checked him thoroughly. They were not concerned about the cookies and cakes.
“Don’t cry, silly… shush now. We can always buy more. Come, can you stand?”
Sensing he was not in actual troubles, the child got up to his feet,
mewling weakly. There was a tear on his jeans that exposed his bleeding
knee. Tom watched as the adult fussed over this little wound, bringing
the child away into their car with as much care as possible. Tom idly
scratched at the scabbing injuries on his forearm. He did not even
remember how he had gotten some of his cuts and bruises, but when you
were living without a roof, these kinds of things… happened.
The sun was starting to set somewhere beyond the shopping centres and
buildings. Tom shivered a little. As the light of the day went, more
shoppers came and went. Having nothing else to do but watch, Tom had
started to imagine them getting into situations with escalating
misfortune.
Their bags were torn and the toys inside got all broken up as they
smashed onto the ground. The kids fell and broke their legs. Their cars
pulled away from the parking lot and got run over by a truck. There was a
shooter in the shopping malls, opening fire at everyone.
He was making a pistol firing motion with his hands when an old woman
walked by. She had a lame leg and was not able to walk properly. When
she saw him doing the firearm movements at the shoppers, her eyes were
alarmed. Tom dropped his hands shamefully, wishing that the old hag
would go away.
But her leg was bad and she was struggling terribly with her cane.
Tom watched her for a minute or two. Her bag was drooping now to one
side, almost falling away from her. He got up and caught it before the
contents spilled out.
The grandmother gasped. She was thankful, her clouded eyes lit up with warmth.
“Thank you.”
Tom shrugged. He helped her get to the bus stop. She was anxious to
catch her bus on time because she knew she would take a lot of time to
walk. She told him her route’s number and he checked it against the
little information schedule for Christmas period.
“Ten minutes.”
“Wonderful!” The old woman smiled. “I am going to visit my grandchildren.”
“They should have picked you up.”
She said nothing in reply but took out a snow globe with a tiny
Christmas tree inside it. “I am sorry I have nothing better to give you.
This was a freebie they gave me at the shops. Merry Christmas, young
man!”
Tom had no use for such a trinket but he received it anyway. It was
her eyes and her face. She squeezed his forearm warmly with her old
person’s hand, which was soft and frail. She was not a woman of means.
Tom felt through her a reminiscent of being loved. He took the snow
globe and walked back to his spot near the charity bin at one of the
exits of the shopping centre.
Later that night, when everything was closed and quiet, he would go through the bin for anything he could use or sell.
But for now, he sat down with his tiny Christmas tree inside the snow globe.
It
was still snowing in February, up in Maine, and my plane was delayed
for 2 hours. I was tired, I was upset and I was anxious. We had a fight
before my plane took off and the last thing I texted her was a rude and
angry message. And now I was anxious that I had ruined it all. She had
wanted me to take time off from work. Her intentions came from a good
place, I knew that. She was worried that I was going to burn out in this
job, with all these traveling, with all these long hours. But my boss
was a slave driver, and asking for leave was never an easy thing. She
knew that, too. Or she should have known that, by now.
I had snapped at her. I texted that I was doing this for both of us,
adding a little snide remark that it must have been nice for her to be a
stay at home person. That must have stung. That must have hurt.
I wanted to cry and take it all back. I would not be able to be who I
am, to get where I’d gotten, without her by my side. I was being
selfish and stupid and awful. And now, at the early hours in the
morning, I was afraid to go home to my own bed.
Suddenly, a voice called out to me, and there she was, standing in
the snow just outside of the arrival gate. She must have been standing a
while since there was snow on her, but her smile was warm and full with
love. I must have flown to her arms. She hugged me back. I said how
sorry I was, about three thousand times.
Did the Seven Deadly Sins theme : ) They are done on ClipStudioPaint, and I call them with my own nicks for the Sins. They are:
Missy Greed
Missy Pride
Missy Glut
Missy Lazy
Missy Grr
Missy Envy
Missy Lust
lazy
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My favourite is Missy Lust cuz she’s fun to do and I looked around for other Lust illustrations and they are mostly seductive, and I don’t really relate with those representations, I think my Missy Lust is more about the feeling itself, and in person, she’s not very revealing or sexy~ IDK. That’s MY take, anyway : D
Alright, see you in our next post! Hope you are all doing well : )