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Syd3-Pens

Today, we'll cover the rest of the usual suspects in drawing black lines. This blog post is from creative blog, one of my favorites. It's short. One of the things it says is "try everything from fountain pens to calligraphy…

Syd2-Brush Pens

Brush Pens are taken care of and feed ink just like fountain pens. The difference is they have very flexible nibs that allow for almost infinite line variation. I'm going to use youtube videos so you can see how they…

Syd1-FountainPens

We're going to look at some basics of fountain pens. As we get into it, we will also look at brush, flex nib, bent nib, and felt tipped pens. But today, the basics. If you understand how a basic fountain…

Penn, Rose and Angus’s Body

Rose’s hand stroked his cheek. “Ohhh, Penn. This well-fed English yeoman’s look really isn’t doing it for me.” He covered her hand and held it against his face. “This body makes me feel alive again. I haven’t felt this good…

Penn and Sgt. Aphros

The door to the monastic cell opened. A woman stood in the light of a window streaming in the orangish-red light of Luyten’s star on her close-cropped blue hair and hard-bitten features. A scar ran down one side of her…

Time Flows and Flips

Penn stepped from his apartment onto the spiral stairs leading down to the Guild’s central courtyard. He told Fred, his AI, to slip the construct of a pirate over his personality. The Guild Master had told him to fix Teagarden…

Meeting Old Friends

Having lain by the gate for several minutes, listening and peering in the dark, Penn gathered himself and sprang for the base of a palm tree, outside the walls. Several disruptor blasts slammed into the tree. Cries of “I got…

Penn and the Space Lizard Meat

“ Look out, fool!” Penn leaped to his left and crashed into the wall that surrounded the spaceport. The kid on a high-seat grav cycle threw the back of his tattooed fist up in the air, in a gesture of…

Sean and the Horned Ones

Sean leaned against a deck post and watched the end of a broken rail splash in the wavelets of a passing greatfish. He sat his rebreather down beyond a pool of blood on the deck boards. He’d checked the river…

Penn and Rose meet

Penn pulled himself into the gap between two merlons and plopped onto the walkway. Hurried footsteps sounded softly. He rolled over. His left hand held his flechette pistol. A figure blocked the larger moon in the night sky. Silver lamè…

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