Plight of The Artist

Ghostly light shines through the cracks of the tower. Blank canvases hung around the balconies are prime for expression in ink. Blots of crows paint the golden sky, filling the solemn silence with their cacophony of caws.

Carmina Mora finds solace in her newfound home, but it still feels empty, its vastness adding to her solitude. However, there is a change in the air; a chance to get acquainted with the supernatural world which has become her abode. Perhaps she’ll finally regain the spirit to create art as well.

A crow swoops down from its perch and swiftly lands on Carmina’s shoulder, clicking and rattling its beak. It has a message for her: there are others outside of her domain that wish to speak to her. They want to know her as much as she wishes to learn about them. An opportunity like this can’t be wasted. If she’s to be forever stuck in this alternate plane of existence, she’s best to try to understand it.

My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

My name is Marah Baalousha from Gaza.

Computer engineering student

I hope you are well . 🇵🇸

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them

Please, any donation makes a difference in our lives, and every reblog helps reach as many people as possible. 🍉

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide.

Checked by Ghost 90 .🔻 . .

Heyo, it’s ya mun Neo! It took me a full eight hours of sleep to realize that today is indeed the day of the one year anniversary of my Carmina ask blog! I don’t have anything special planned, mostly due to me completely forgetting and also because of college weighing down on me, but I’d still like to treat today as a special one.

So, thank you to every single one of the people who follow and enjoy this blog despite my absence the past few months. It makes my day to see people still coming in to like and share my writing. And I’m forever grateful for all the amazing fellow writers who I’ve interacted with throughout the year with our blogs. Y’all are a major inspiration for me to still keep writing even though I’ve been experiencing a huge burnout. I one day hope to return to this blog and be fully active like I used to. I couldn’t have asked for a better community to sink my time into and enjoy myself and be proud of my work within it.

Surfing? Carmina holds a hand to her chest as her excitement and nervousness settle down. One on hand, of course, she'd love to go surfing with her crush... but... there's always obstacles in her way. Her gaze travels down to her arms, dripping with sickly black tar. She already knows the aching soreness of her body spitting out any liquid she consumes or lets touch her hands. If she were to fall into the water, it would be a very painful recovery if she can even manage to pull herself out. As much as she hates to accept it, she'll have to sit this one out.