Donna Bohdanyk

About me:

First of all, here are links to more of my stuff:
http://fanart.lionking.org/Artists/StasherDragon/
http://www.side7.com/Stasher_dragoN/gallery
http://www.coroflot.com/donna_bohdanyk
http://stasher-dragon.deviantart.com/
http://photobucket.com/stasher_dragon

This page was originally to update everyone on Tom and my wedding plans- that's why there is still wedding stuff on this site-, but now that that's over with, it's going though a transition. I am going to focus my site on the book that I'm writing and the associated character art.

To those of you that have access to my writings, keep in mind that I do not want fan Fictions written about my characters. My characters are a serious part of me and having someone else manipulate what they do and think is a tremendous violation. Fan art is okay, though.

If you are interested in my book/other writings and would like to help edit, critique my work, or bounce some ideas off of me, ask to be my friend and you'll have access to my blogs where I'll be posting my writings.


Here is an excerpt from one of my chapters to whet your interest.

Predator: A day-glow orange demon that is able to appear in human form to others. Check out my photo album 'Characters In My Story' to see what he looks like.
Angie: A religious and spiritual human woman.

Excerpt from the chapter, "Torn":
by Donna Maria Bohdanyk

Predator sat on the edge of a low couch, sobbing. He cried out loud, moaned, sniffled, and gagged on his sobs. His agony of emotions were unrestrained because there no one there to judge him. Even if there was some one, he didn't care.

His bout with self pity got him nowhere fast. He stopped his wild display of crying and just quietly sobbed instead. He rocked himself back and forth while sitting on the couch. He still fidgeted with the packet of razors in his right hand. He eventually started to eject the razors by pushing them out one by one with his thumb. He halted his crying and display of emotions when he suddenly sliced his thumb on one of the razors by accident. He studied the blood as it trickled down. Suddenly, the answer was so clear.

Moving slowly, he took the bloody razor in his left hand and brought his right hand up in front of him. With the blade, he smoothly sliced into the veins in his wrist. Blood squirted onto him, but he didn't even blink. He took the razor in his right hand and performed the same action on his left wrist. He dropped the blade, leaned back into the couch, and let himself bleed out.

Predator felt himself slowly becoming tired, then cold, then dizzy, then numb. In this time he contemplated his life. Everything he had done had been evil, selfish, greedy, wasteful, harmful...

Only in the past forty days and forty nights had he committed no sin, until now. He was taking his own life and this was how his regretful existence was going to end.

'I can not believe how much harm I have caused. And now, even to myself! I am going to die and...'

Predator had not thought this far ahead yet.

'...and my soul will be even more tortured! I have done nothing to even try to be within God's grace! No! I cannot die yet! I have to atone for all my sins! If I live, maybe I will have enough time to make up for everything I've done.'

Pred knew he had to stop himself from bleeding, but when he moved, he almost blacked out. He panicked.

'I'm too far gone! I'm starting to black out! This is it!'

A few seconds before Predator passed out, he sensed that someone was in the room with him and looked up. He saw an angel in flowing, silky white clothes standing above him.

Somewhere in the distance, a church bell rang midnight.

***

Angie took the cloth belt of her robe and tied each end tightly around both of his lower arms to stop the bleeding. When she was done, she took a step back to study the soul of the shadow that had called out to her for help.

She had trouble putting together all the pieces she was seeing. She couldn't tell if this person was a delicate looking male or a tomboyish female. Could this person be just a teenager when it looks as if he had experienced many lifetimes? This person looked well fed, yet his pose and expression gave away that he was starving. He was clothed as if he belonged to this beat up neighborhood, yet in his eyes she saw that he was lost. She could tell he got everything he wanted, but nothing he needed. The spirit of life burned within him, but it couldn't burst through because he was frozen with fear... fear of what?

Just then, she heard the ambulance approaching in the distance.