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Crows on Heartstrings is a fully illustrated anthology of short stories. We have a little something for everyone, no matter what your gender, sexuality, or color, we have something for you. We are proud to say that we are mostly created by, for and about lgbtqa+ folks. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before. We are also comprised of 23 women, and 3 men, so READ WOMEN!

The project is in its last FIVE DAYS on kickstarter and we need all of your support to bring our dream to life! please pledge if you can, and spread the word. thank you for everything, guys. we would not have made it this far without you!

 

Here are some of our contributors:

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What Crows on Heartstrings NEEDS:

We need FUNDING. We need your pledges to make this a reality. If you can pledge even just five dollars if you can, and tell five friends personally to pledge as well, we can do this! We want to give you the characters you want to read. Please help us make this inclusive book written and illustrated by 23 women, and 3 men, some or most of us LGBT+ writers and artists.  Come on! We can do it!

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Doomed Love + CrazyGood International Artists = Bombass Short Story Anthology

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Hey Bloggers! I need to get real with you for a second.

We need more women writing stories.

We need more women being published.

We need more women making art.

We need to see more LGBT and POC characters carrying their own stories and NOT being killed off to further a cisthet white male character’s arc.

We need LGBTQIA+ Stories that are more than reducing characters to their sexualities.

We need to be able to read the characters whenever we want

We need to make all of these demands mainstream and we can do it. I promise you, we can do it. 

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WE NEED YOUR HELP

I curated a book of short stories called Crows on Heartstrings. It’s a book of doomed love stories. The stories aren’t all solely romance though, we include stories from Fantasy, Sci-fi, Period, and Contemporary genres.

We need your help on Kickstarter, so read on and decide if you would like to back us!

We have artists and writers from all over the world, sure, we have some heterosexual romance here, but we focused on being inclusive of ALL types of love.

With Crows on Heartstrings, you can read about:

Love between Asexual witches

A Faery Prince and an Elven Prince whose reason they can’t be together ISN’T that they’re gay and bisexual, respectively

Two ladies who break curses and together and fall deeply and wonderfully in love.

And SO MUCH MORE  ..The stories just keep going on!  We have 13 stories and 2 comics.

Our artists and writers include people you know form tumblr like @pannan-art @maxwickstrom @aegisdea @dodtt @heavenlyeros @artofpan @weatherfox @aubreymeeksart @shadowhimsy @gloriousmonsters @glitzandshadows @alzuna and so many more!

The only thing that we were super stringent about was that all the stories had to be doomed. So your favorite characters are going to suffer. I promise you they will. But the point here is that they will not suffer to be a plot device. Each character is his/her/their own person and we do not sacrifice them for the sake of a heteronormative person. Never. I promise you. The villains in these stories are who they are supposed to be and I am really confident you will love our book.

We need your help. We are a self published book and we need your support

Please check out our kickstarter:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1439936295/crows-on-heartstrings-an-antholgy-of-doomed-love-s

If you pledge to get this book seen, you are telling the mainstream publishers that books like this shouldn’t have to be self published in order to be seen! Please support us, share this, our kickstarter, even if you can’t pledge! We need to share this book with you!

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

 

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Well! The time has come! Crows on Heartstrings needs YOUR HELP to get funded!
Follow the link to our Kickstarter page to donate!
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If you want to know a little bit about the project, I’ll tell you! Becasue I LOVE this project.

Crows on Heartstrings is a collection of Short Stories which all revolve around a central theme– Doomed Love.

We represent love in all forms, Heterosexual couples, LGBTQ+ couples, familial love, and friendship. No matter what your shape or color, we have something for you, and we are coming for you!

We also take our anti-discriminatory viewpoint and stretch it across genres. We have fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural, period, and contemporary pieces.

These aren’t juse romances, they’re epic tales of doom. I can’t wait to steal your heart and shatter it a little!

Please support us! Our writers and artists come from across the globe. Coming together for this project was amazing on it’s own.

Don’t let our characters suffer for nothing! Pledge so we can share our book with you!

Thank you!

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Ready to read these gut-wrenching stories? Visit the Crows on Heartstrings website!

When they met… Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 11

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“Elijah. You know, I’m surprised you aren’t familiar with the eating habits of Children of Lilith.” Lucien called from the landing. His trousers hung low on his thin hips, and he was still determined to keep his shirt from swinging open and exposing more stories he didn’t want to tell. Lucien leaned back into the shadows and continued to stumble to his bedroom for a new shirt.

Elijah let out a dry chuckle and rose from his chair. He walked to the stairs to follow Lucien and defend his words. It wasn’t pity he felt, for Elijah had never known pity, just balanced good faith in his part. He couldn’t care less about anything else other than his own well-being, but he was a man of honor, and he knew he did wrong and admitted his mistake.

He managed to steal a glance at Natalie and Dahlia on the kitchen, and they barely saw him glower at them. They were already sipping in their wine, lost in entertaining chat. He went up the stairs, his steps silent.

He found Lucien’s bedroom, the door left open. He leaned sideways on the door frame as he watched Lucien fumble on clothes. “I used to be familiar with your eating habits. Unfortunately, it’s been a decade or two since I last encountered some Children of Lilith. They don’t really bother me as much as hellhounds. But you’re different from them.” He observed Lucien’s bedroom. “Do you take showers? Read classic books? As for popular culture, I have watched Titanic and Terminator. They’re quite magnificent films, but I prefer the opera where they performed Hamlet and Macbeth back in the 19th century. Your bedroom could use some cleaning, and your frayed clothes should be burned to hell, just a suggestion.” He grinned, enjoying a shy Lucien. “Perhaps you need some sleep for your exhausted mind.”

“What are you?” Lucien forced a smile and backed two skittish steps away from Elijah. “And what sort of question is, do you take showers?” He pushed his fears down, buried them deep. He advanced on Elijah and absorbed the close proximity to him, felt his breath on his cheek. “I take showers, I steal books, I’ve never had to clean my room before, and I drink blood.” Lucien was quickly learning that humans couldn’t waste the effort in acknowledging nuances in things different from themselves. So when Lucien said he drank blood, the first thing anyone thought was that he must be a vampire. That wasn’t true at all. He simply bore the mark of fallen angels, those who drank blood could be anything. Lucien was simply a black eyed child made to bring demons to the earth. He wasn’t allergic to the sun, didn’t die in the morning. He didn’t hate garlic, or need a wooden stake to die. He was just a halfling who craved blood when the demonic blood ran through his veins quicker than the angel blood.

“Does that make you want to kill me? That I’m a thief, otherwise deprived of culture? And a slovenly whore who can’t clean a room?” Lucien growled. He pressed on, hissing into Elijah’s ear, wanting him to degrade him like he knew he deserved.

“What about the blood drinking bit? Doesn’t that make you want to just rip my throat out?” Drinking blood sure made Lucien want to rip his own throat out. It made him fall off the edge, it gave his demon power. It turned him into something that didn’t even want to murder Lilith and burn Hell to ash. “I’d rather starve than be a soulless fallen angel who drinks blood. I’d rather starve.

Elijah leaned closer and inched his face close to Lucien. “You think you drinking blood bothers me at all? My father brought upon all the knowledge of war and weapons in this world, everything men can use to slaughter themselves. Trust me, he enjoys every bit of explosions and seeing dismembered bodies, the blood that trickled down the blades of Greeks as they fought with the Persians. He had loved the sight of the concentration camps back in Hitler’s time.  If he can see now what terrorists do, he’s going to be extremely proud of how his work had spread so far. You drinking blood doesn’t bother me at all, no.”

He pursed his lips in a thin line, eyes scanning Lucien from head to toe. “You want me to be appalled by you. It’s not happening. My questions were formed solely from mere curiosity. Why, Lucien, does my intrusiveness bother you?” He curved his lips in a cunning smile and straightened back. “Why would I be repulsed by your drinking, if that’s how you survive? I kill demons and their human slaves. That’s how I survive. Are you repulsed?”

Lucien’s black bottomless-pits got lost in the warmth of Elijah’s brown eyes. Invitations wafted from his pale skin from inside the boundaries of Lucien’s personal space.

Lucien straightened the protective barrier his hunched shoulders made around him, giving him just an inch above Elijah’s already tall frame.

“No.” He said, easing himself just close enough to feel the electricity of coming almost too close to Elijah’s lips.

He replaced the curve to his shoulders and slid away like smoke through Elijah’s fingers.


 

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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

 

Abomination Boy and Half a Prince Part 8

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Lucien cleared his throat. No one asks about your mental health in Hell, so when Elijah took enough time to ask, it forced an unintentional blush to dust Lucien’s cheeks. He was new to it, new to talking, really. It made him sweat. It made his hands clammy. But he figured if so much humanity was going on because of one conversation, it might be looking good on the insanity front.

“So when you figure things out in your head, you have just the one smooth voice figuring things out? Right?” He squashed his full lips with the tips of his inky fingers, they looked like charcoal smudges, but upon closer look, it was clear that it was just part of his coloring. “My body is going through a civil war constantly. Even now, it is taking all I have not to scratch my eyes out because of the incessant boiling in my blood. In my head, I can hear the two parts of me whispering to each other. But it isn’t any part of my consciousness. It’s like I’m eavesdropping on war negotiations.” Lucien tried so hard. He was trying to look serene, trying to put on the front that he had this all under control. But little creases formed in his brow. His black eyes looked angry under his stitched brows, but in their darkness, it was plain to see they were glassy with frustration.

“If I tip the scale in one direction the voices get louder.  My angel is a nice side. It doesn’t say much when it’s winning. But the demon is a complete fuckhead. He never stops shrieking, it’s like being startled by your own head. Actually caught off guard by the screams, and when the demon is strong it gets angry, first commenting on my everyday life, things I’m doing, then telling me things, yelling at me, threatening me.  The pain is nothing. I’ve learned to deal with that. The thing the pain does is amplify the voices. It’s a lot.” Lucien’s explanation left his mouth with the ashamed twang of an apology.

Elijah leaned forward, elbows on knees and hands clasped between them. He gazed at the floor as though answers would come barrelling to him. He hated things he couldn’t gather.

“That sounds awful, but you cannot live your whole life like this. You will end up hurting other people around you, and you’ll end up killing yourself, and that time, your angel friend won’t be there to cure you.” He lived his long life collecting pieces and bringing them together in their right places, like the tiny pieces of puzzle, Elijah hated anything tangled. He loathed things he couldn’t understand and solve. “Where are you from? Are you an occupant of this house, too? How old are you?” He hadn’t come across anyone like him before.

Lucien’s face fell and his lips pursed. Elijah wasn’t saying anything he didn’t already know.

“I’d kill myself before I hurt someone else, and I’d much rather it that way. But the thing is, I am usually able to keep it in check. I’m sure that’s what everyone says about anything tremendously horrible, but…” Lucien stretched his body out like a cat in the sun. He stretched his fists out and over the sofa until they tapped the window behind him. His back felt good. His shirt fell open and said all the things he wasn’t saying. He’d been tormented, pushed to all limits. There were jagged scars and cuts dotted all over his torso. Some were shiny like burn marks laying in the gentle curve of his lean muscles, the others were jagged right angles where probably more metal had been shoved in to teach him something about being submissive to demons. There were finger long bruises around his hips, an oddly intimate place to have hands so obviously painted into one’s skin. But his face was calm, still, strong, his eyes masked the pain, just as he’d said it would.

“…if I’m not experimented on, or drained of too much angelic power, I can avoid episodes like that.” Lucien draped an arm over the back of the sofa and angled himself towards Elijah.

“As for your other questions. I was born and, well, sort of raised in Hell, somewhere in the bits of Enoch which don’t burn. I have a quaint little box there. And I suppose I’m about eighteen or nineteen. But I can’t be certain, we don’t celebrate birthdays where I’m from.” Lucien hooked his curling black horn under his arm and winced just once, just enough to be noticed. “But I escaped and I’m a bit homeless at the moment. I’ve only just met Dahlia but she’s given me a room here. I’m waiting patiently for her to tire of me and kick me out.”


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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!

HE’S UP! What’s going to happen as Lucien faces his attacker?

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

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Lucien bolted upright, tearing himself from Dahlia’s comforting hold, and paced an unsteady stream of steps.

“They’re coming. They’re coming, they’re coming. They’re coming for me, Dolly.” He pulled at his horns until his knuckles went white, and groaned, fully immersed in the insanity of his dual sides talking to him, mocking him, yelling in his ears. “Just make it stop.” He whimpered and scratched at his chest until blooms of blood painted his thin t-shirt.

“Are you happy now? You shot a crazy person.” Dahlia hissed through her teeth, just under her breath.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy,” Elijah said, grinning at the girl – Dahlia, as he heard from the demon he shot dead. He turned to the pacing demon. “Who’s coming?”

A shadow approached them. Elijah stiffened, cocking his gun again. He was too accustomed with the feel of the metal that using his own skills didn’t satisfy his craving for bloodshed. The shadow neared, somewhat tall with a feminine frame. He lowered the gun when he realized who it was.

“Why do you have your gun on display?” Natalie’s eyes were wide, her chin-length black hair barely ruffled by the wind as she held tightly on her bag of groceries. She looked back and forth on him and at Dahlia and Lucien. She plucked the gun from his fingers. “What happened here? Did he hurt you?” she asked Dahlia, tucking the gun in her grocery bag.

“Demons.” He said. “Demons.” He repeated. “Lilith, demons. Lilith and demons.” Lucien spoke quicker than Dahlia could keep up with. He ran his mouth, spewing warnings and expressing his fears. He jerked his sharp jaw and stared off behind Dahlia and Elijah. Dahlia’s heart sank to her stomach as Lucien’s mouth slashed open in a violent grin.

“Malachi. You’re here.” At first Dahlia didn’t see the boy, standing like a filthy version of Lucien, madness and all. “Malachi, I knew you would be here. Who’ve you brought with you? You’re messing with my frequencies. I’m all deranged.” Lucien smacked the side of his head one too many times and laughed, starting off and talking to his shadow.

“Malachi. I can’t think straight. I know you have someone. Malachi.” His voice boomed louder and louder at the figure who wouldn’t move.

“Uh….No, but he shot my friend, who is sick, by the way.” Dahlia said, slightly kinder to the new girl. “I’m Dahlia. That’s Lucien.” She said with a nod of her head in Lucien’s direction. She’d decided to let him spew nonsense to a person she wasn’t sure she could see. Perhaps it would calm him down.

Natalie gaped at Elijah in mortification. “How could you?”

Elijah ignored her and grabbed for his other gun tucked behind him on his waistband. “I sense a supernatural presence here.” He looked at Lucien and his unbalanced behavior, then he turned to Dahlia. “What is wrong with your friend?”

“I’m sorry about what he did.” Natalie didn’t even know how to make up for it. “I don’t even know if a sorry is enough, but…” she paused, snagging on Elijah’s shirt. “This is Elijah, and I’m Natalie. We’re really sorry.”

“It’s not really in my disposition to apologize after I slay someone. Would it be rather rude to apologize for doing something I really meant, don’t you think?” Elijah pried Natalie’s hand from his shirt and stepped toward Lucien, grasping his shoulders to stop him. “Who is Malachi?”



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Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne 

The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!

Who indeed is Malachi? Who exactly is in danger here? What’s wrong with Lucien?

Stay turned for tomorrow’s instalment of Abomination Boy and Half a Prince to find out!

Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015

Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015

 

 

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Book Review: Anna and the French Kiss Series – Stephanie Perkins

Okay, so this review is featuring a little bit of fan art I did of Isla and Josh.

I started the Anna and the French Kiss series because I needed something light to read. I needed something completely different from The Kingkiller Chronicles because man, did Kvothe leave me with a severe book hangover.

Anyway, I love this series for what it is. It’s just about falling in love, plain and simple. Stephanie Perkins makes you really feel it.

With Anna and Étienne, it was enough to get me hooked. Sweet, light, a bit infuriating, and enough of a break for them each to find themselves at the end. Perfect.

What I liked about Lola and Cricket, might not make sense at first: Lola annoyed me at times, but in a way that I found so true to how it feels to be in love and a teenager and confused. I don’t ever think there was a time I was annoyed with her where she wasn’t annoyed with herself. Isn’t that beautiful?
Cricket was an adorable little muffin and I couldn’t wait to see how he did up against dickhead Max.

With that being said, wow did I LOVE Josh and Isla.

I maybe had a bit of a crush on Josh because of the artist in New York thing (hello, I’m an artist from New York, if you didn’t know.)  I liked how they had much in common though they didn’t realize it. They both needed to find themselves. I identified with Josh because he left his country to find a place that was his. I felt sad because he didn’t find it right away. I thought their struggles were real. But I love the message the most. In all the books, it’s about finding yourself and not letting the person you’re with become you. Relationships are about sharing and coming together as two whole people to make a better union. If that’s what teenagers are reading about love these days, then let’s all thank Stephanie Perkins. None of her girls or boys changed things about them for  the sake of a relationship, and that’s important. They only enhanced themselves toward a better self.

If that’s not enough to hook you, then let me also say, that Stephanie Perkins does not drop the ball on her subplots. All secondary and even tertiary characters have interesting arcs.

Finally, I want to assure you, that you will not miss out on the story lines of your favorites. Stephanie Perkins really layers on the finale and ties everything up in a nice neat box for us so we know exactly where everyone is and where they are going at the end.

(Though I drew the fanart, the characters are ©Stephanie Perkins and the poses are from found imagery 🙂