B the Writer

My name is Briana Boone, an artist, developer and upcoming novelist. I am an explorer of art, delving into the different shades and colors of communicating with the visual as well as textual arts. Currently the developer of a visual novel "Chaotic Hero" and an advertising campaign "It's Not Just a White People Thing."

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Flicker

Sunshine,

The radiant glow of your smile Brightens up every ounce of night that I have in me. The breeze rolls through, relaxing as I take in the small breaths of air Laughing at the foolish words that we danced around But never actually said.

I often think of the first time I met you When sunshine and rain were mixed into a superstorm of emotion. With guilt and innocence, love and anger, I was swept up in a tornado ride through ten years of my life.

My days used to be dark, Filled with despair and hatred for myself And of myself. Yet one day, like a hyperactive drug, You filled me with such joy and happiness that I will never remember anything clearer other than the first touch.

Not as lovers but like two souls reaching out, Barely brushing fingertips. Our worlds were so close together and yet, a millennium apart. But when I just barely grazed your skin, a light rekindled in me. Small, a flicker, but an impulse to live, to see, to feel and fear.

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The view from my mom’s office.

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Just watched this movie like five times this weekend. And since the song was stuck in my head, I woke up at 4 AM, strumming this out on the guitar.

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These are a few of my favorite things. :)

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I live only to tell a tale To break the stigma, an enigma Of being, of love, of design. Who else was willing to read the words Tatted, etched and carved On my small tell-all heart.

“Depression, Religion, and Sexuality” by Briana Boone

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We look up signs to see how compatible we are to one another. We use the stars and the constellations to raise our hopes and expectations. So, when their prediction turns out to be wrong, we can blame God instead of ourselves.

“Magic of Astrology” by Briana Boone

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My Favorite Place at FIU

It’s quiet during the summertime, at exactly 10 a.m. when no one is there. It’s where I can reflect, breathe, and think about everything surrounding me.

When I was younger, I was fascinated by how water reflects objects around it, almost as if it was a mirror world that was so close to touching. It’s that small hope of escape that kept me functioning through everything - through the depression, through the poverty, and through the pain. It brought me peace.

Near the Marine Science Building, I have this peace once more along with the desire to jump into the water, appear on the other side, and experience a whole new world

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The Bay At FIU

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Outside the Window (1/365)

Black clouds slide from the east and taint a field of white poppies with its shadowing overcast. A jagged flash of white cracked the sky in half and the wind howled moments after. Like bullets, the rain shot at the tempered glass, the small child jumped out of the wool blankets to stand and stare at the storm head-on.

She wants to reach for the glass, to experience the storm, to embrace it. But the thunder rumbles her home and she jerks back, crawling on the polished floors to the warmth of her fireplace. The flames lick at the hairs of her arms, and she takes a soft breath, watching the storm outside.

She couldn’t discern if the screams she heard was from the people or from God. She knows that she should look away from the destruction, tearing down buildings with its gale-force winds. But instead, she presses her hands onto the floor to help herself up. As she takes a step forward, she feels a creeping sensation at the base of her neck. Her once comforting flame is now burning hot at the nape of her neck, and then it suffocates her.

It scorches her arms and legs, and she’s drowning into a dark abyss. But in a moment, a hand touches her shoulder, and her breath is taken away, and she feels empty yet purified. The flames licking at her feet have died down. She finds her strength to take another step and climb to the window.

The wind pounds angrily, the latch barely keeping the two frames of glass together. But then she reaches forward, flicks the golden latch upward and opens the window.

The sounds of birds chirping and the cool beach breeze meets her skin.

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Developer Commentary:

Two is that bubbly friend that we all know and love. My idea for Two actually came from a conversation that I was having about 

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Some of One’s Sprite Faces

Nanshu29 and I did a lot of work on here from sketching to coloring, and finally getting her personality just right in her faces, and which she would be more likely to do.

One is one of the major protagonists in the visual novel Chaotic Hero.

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I started working on the design for Four, and I’m having the time of my life. Her anatomy seems to be proportion, but then I look at the angle of her arms.

It doesn’t help that I’m trying to go for a more two-sided approach and a new style of art.

Will probably scrap the coloring and start from the top and/or start over entirely.

WIP Four (2017) © Briana Boone

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Finally my logo for my website/portfolio is finished!

It took me a bit to get the strokes just right in order to make the B into a quill, but it was well worth it :)

BtheWriter Logo (2017) © Briana Boone

Please DO NOT reuse or remove copyright.

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WIP Logo for Chaotic Hero. Thinking about making it into a 3Dimensional room with this logo on top.

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My Friend (2017) © Briana Boone

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Developer Commentary:

This is where it all started - the idea for Chaotic Hero. As a person who struggles with depression, I understand that when it comes to the people that you care about, you never want to let them worry. So in a sense, you act more like a peacock, diverting attention from whatever dark  thoughts you have.

So when I first started developing Chaotic Hero, I wanted a character that represented hidden depression and...being a constant smiling face, despite internally struggling with their own demons. One was the first characters I developed in a visual novel that highlights struggle to becoming heroes  despite mental illnesses or even disabilities.

One (2017) © Briana Boone / Nanshu29

Do NOT use character designs or sprites for your own visual novels. You can use her for ideas, but nothing else.