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Monday, February 20, 2012
Invitation
It wasn’t until the next morning that Mrs. Spring saw what Clara did to the mirror. Then she dragged Clara out of bed by the arm, almost stepping on me because I was asleep on the floor. By the time I was fully awake, they were already in front of the bathroom trying to out-yell each other.
“Twenty-four hours! You couldn’t even give me twenty-four hours of peace! It would have served you right if you cut yourself on the glass!”
“I’ll cut you on the glass.” Clara sometimes can be very rude.
“Unbelievable! What do you do when you go to school? Do your teachers let you smash every mirror in the building?”
“We don’t have mirrors at school because we’re not stupid!” screamed Clara. “I hope something comes through and eats you! Then you’ll be sorry!”
I never ever ever get in between Clara and Mrs. Spring, but this was important. I ran out of the room and ran right up to Clara and grabbed her arm. “You take that back!” I cried. “You take that back right now!”
“Make me!” Clara screamed. She tried to pull away from me. But Clara is not very strong. She can’t run as fast as me, and she can’t fight at all. I don’t think anyone has ever tried to take her lunch money or her headphones. I don’t think she’s ever had to stand up for herself. I don’t think anyone’s ever hit her in her entire life.
Except me, just then. I slapped her in the face.
“Hey!” cried Clara. She looked more surprised than angry. Mrs. Spring blinked at me with big green eyes. Clara pulled again, but she could not free her arm.
“You are a spoiled brat,” I said. I said it very calmly so she would know it wasn’t an insult, it was a fact. “Now you’re going to take back what you said. Right?”
“You’re…you’re hurting me!”
“Then say it!”
“Fine! I don’t hope anything comes through the mirror and eats her!”
“And?”
“And if anything tries to, I’ll make it wish it hadn’t.”
I let Clara go. She glared at me and her bottom lip trembled. Then she turned and ran away.
Mrs. Spring looked at me. I wanted to say something nice to make her feel better but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t a lie.
* * *
Clara hid, but I found her. I know the whole house better than she does, and I know all the hiding spots. She was in the library, sitting between one of the big squishy leather chairs and the window. When I pulled the chair away, she jumped, surprised I’d found her so fast.
“You invited one in,” I said.
Clara glared at her shoes.
“She shouldn’t have gotten so mad. But what you did was worse.”
“You sound like my teachers.”
“You invited one in!”
Clara gave me a sideways look. “I never told you that. I never told you they had to be invited.”
“I’m not dumb. I read books.”
“One wouldn’t come through here,” said Clara. “There’s nobody interesting.”
“Wouldn’t they think you’re interesting?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I hope not. I don’t care. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. We’re running away. Tonight.”
“Why?”
“I hate my parents.”
“Don’t say that! Your parents are nice!” That was only half a lie. Mrs. Spring is nice. I’ve only seen Mr. Spring a couple times. So I don’t actually know how he is.
“She’s nice to you,” said Clara. “She likes you. She’d put me in an orphanage and adopt you instead if it was allowed.”
“But it’s not.”
“I don’t want to live here anymore. I don’t want to share a house with her.”
“You can live in the pool house. I’ll run away with you to the pool house. But not any further than that.”
“Please, Ave? I don’t want to go alone.”
“You have everything in the world here. If you want to leave, you’re dumb.”
“Mom hates me. She wishes I was dead.”
“Did she say that?”
“Not with words.”
“She doesn’t hate you. She’s a grown-up, so she gets scared easily. She can’t help it. Anyway, you can’t run away. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe.”
“Why?”
“Because tonight we have to sit in your mom’s bathroom and make sure nothing decides to visit.”
“I’m not doing that!” cried Clara.
“You have to. It’s your fault. You should have thought before you talked.”
“Why can’t we just break the mirror?”
“Because. Because you can’t go through life breaking all the mirrors you see. You just can’t.” That sounded better in my head than it did out loud. “Anyway, you breaking the bathroom mirror is what started this in the first place.”
“I’ve always done it.”
“Well now you have to stop. I know you know how to fight them.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to!” she was getting all upset.
“You have to. I know you know how. I know you do. If you say you don’t, you’re a liar.” I added that last part because she looked like she was about to deny it.
Clara pulled at her hair. “I’ve never done it before. I’ve watched someone else do it but that’s not the same.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked.
“I guess…if you have anything made of iron it might help. Ave, I don’t want to!”
“Joey has a crowbar. It’s probably maybe iron. What can you do?”
“I can talk to them…they’ll maybe listen to me.”
“Will that work?”
“Maybe. Some of them…they can be really dumb.”
“Can we offer them something to go away?”
“No, because then they’ll come back for more.”
That made sense. “Okay,” I said. “First we’ll have breakfast. And I need to give Sammy breakfast too. And then I’ll ask Joey if we can borrow his crowbar. And then we’ll think of a plan.”
“Twenty-four hours! You couldn’t even give me twenty-four hours of peace! It would have served you right if you cut yourself on the glass!”
“I’ll cut you on the glass.” Clara sometimes can be very rude.
“Unbelievable! What do you do when you go to school? Do your teachers let you smash every mirror in the building?”
“We don’t have mirrors at school because we’re not stupid!” screamed Clara. “I hope something comes through and eats you! Then you’ll be sorry!”
I never ever ever get in between Clara and Mrs. Spring, but this was important. I ran out of the room and ran right up to Clara and grabbed her arm. “You take that back!” I cried. “You take that back right now!”
“Make me!” Clara screamed. She tried to pull away from me. But Clara is not very strong. She can’t run as fast as me, and she can’t fight at all. I don’t think anyone has ever tried to take her lunch money or her headphones. I don’t think she’s ever had to stand up for herself. I don’t think anyone’s ever hit her in her entire life.
Except me, just then. I slapped her in the face.
“Hey!” cried Clara. She looked more surprised than angry. Mrs. Spring blinked at me with big green eyes. Clara pulled again, but she could not free her arm.
“You are a spoiled brat,” I said. I said it very calmly so she would know it wasn’t an insult, it was a fact. “Now you’re going to take back what you said. Right?”
“You’re…you’re hurting me!”
“Then say it!”
“Fine! I don’t hope anything comes through the mirror and eats her!”
“And?”
“And if anything tries to, I’ll make it wish it hadn’t.”
I let Clara go. She glared at me and her bottom lip trembled. Then she turned and ran away.
Mrs. Spring looked at me. I wanted to say something nice to make her feel better but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t a lie.
Clara hid, but I found her. I know the whole house better than she does, and I know all the hiding spots. She was in the library, sitting between one of the big squishy leather chairs and the window. When I pulled the chair away, she jumped, surprised I’d found her so fast.
“You invited one in,” I said.
Clara glared at her shoes.
“She shouldn’t have gotten so mad. But what you did was worse.”
“You sound like my teachers.”
“You invited one in!”
Clara gave me a sideways look. “I never told you that. I never told you they had to be invited.”
“I’m not dumb. I read books.”
“One wouldn’t come through here,” said Clara. “There’s nobody interesting.”
“Wouldn’t they think you’re interesting?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I hope not. I don’t care. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. We’re running away. Tonight.”
“Why?”
“I hate my parents.”
“Don’t say that! Your parents are nice!” That was only half a lie. Mrs. Spring is nice. I’ve only seen Mr. Spring a couple times. So I don’t actually know how he is.
“She’s nice to you,” said Clara. “She likes you. She’d put me in an orphanage and adopt you instead if it was allowed.”
“But it’s not.”
“I don’t want to live here anymore. I don’t want to share a house with her.”
“You can live in the pool house. I’ll run away with you to the pool house. But not any further than that.”
“Please, Ave? I don’t want to go alone.”
“You have everything in the world here. If you want to leave, you’re dumb.”
“Mom hates me. She wishes I was dead.”
“Did she say that?”
“Not with words.”
“She doesn’t hate you. She’s a grown-up, so she gets scared easily. She can’t help it. Anyway, you can’t run away. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe.”
“Why?”
“Because tonight we have to sit in your mom’s bathroom and make sure nothing decides to visit.”
“I’m not doing that!” cried Clara.
“You have to. It’s your fault. You should have thought before you talked.”
“Why can’t we just break the mirror?”
“Because. Because you can’t go through life breaking all the mirrors you see. You just can’t.” That sounded better in my head than it did out loud. “Anyway, you breaking the bathroom mirror is what started this in the first place.”
“I’ve always done it.”
“Well now you have to stop. I know you know how to fight them.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to!” she was getting all upset.
“You have to. I know you know how. I know you do. If you say you don’t, you’re a liar.” I added that last part because she looked like she was about to deny it.
Clara pulled at her hair. “I’ve never done it before. I’ve watched someone else do it but that’s not the same.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked.
“I guess…if you have anything made of iron it might help. Ave, I don’t want to!”
“Joey has a crowbar. It’s probably maybe iron. What can you do?”
“I can talk to them…they’ll maybe listen to me.”
“Will that work?”
“Maybe. Some of them…they can be really dumb.”
“Can we offer them something to go away?”
“No, because then they’ll come back for more.”
That made sense. “Okay,” I said. “First we’ll have breakfast. And I need to give Sammy breakfast too. And then I’ll ask Joey if we can borrow his crowbar. And then we’ll think of a plan.”
Friday, January 6, 2012
Conformity
My hair is back to its normal color because I am going to be a receptionist this semester.
This is what I am going to look like once someone finally publishes my books.
Alternately, if someone would like to marry me and support me for the rest of our lives, I'd be happy to dye it now. Don't be shy.
I'm selling old books and stuff on Amazon for money to buy more transformers. If you like boring old philosophy/psychology books and whatever other random stuff I have lying around my apartment, check out my shopfronthing here
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| This is what a sellout looks like. |
This is what I am going to look like once someone finally publishes my books.
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| This is what I look like in my brain. |
Alternately, if someone would like to marry me and support me for the rest of our lives, I'd be happy to dye it now. Don't be shy.
I'm selling old books and stuff on Amazon for money to buy more transformers. If you like boring old philosophy/psychology books and whatever other random stuff I have lying around my apartment, check out my shopfronthing here
Monday, January 2, 2012
Words words words
Okay so I don't have a whole lot to say but I feel like I should post because I have really been falling behind with that.
Tell me what to talk about/draw about
o_o Heck, just ask me random questions. I need to get back into gear.
Also the character drawing requests post below is still open, so go for it if you haven't already!
(PS: If you're reading this, Z, was Catharsis about me?)
Tell me what to talk about/draw about
o_o Heck, just ask me random questions. I need to get back into gear.
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| An island for Melissa. |
(PS: If you're reading this, Z, was Catharsis about me?)
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Pictures for you
Tell me about your MC and I will draw a picture of him/her/it.
It is my first day of winter break. So. I need to get back into the swing of things.
First, Jessica wanted her MC, Nick. She didn't know what he looked like physically, so I kept it kind of generic. Though for some reason I really saw him in khakis.
So here are the three moods I immediately saw him in when I read his bio.
1) Defensive "you got a PROBLEM, buddy?" mode. I got the feeling he puts up some walls.
2) Having a laugh, possibly at someone else's expense.
3) Studying knowledge :) I think he lets his guard down and smiles more when he reads.
Hope you like, Jessica! Let me know if you want me to change coloration or if there's something that just doesn't seem quite right.
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Next here is Melissa's Justine. This was very very hard to do o_o I am still not totally happy with the two poses with the sword.
In my defense, it is pretty tough to convey someone's size/build with circles and straight lines.
I wasn't sure if I liked the tank top or not. At first I didn't but I think it's sort of grown on me.
I also had trouble figuring out how a sword would scale; I'm not as up on my fantasy trivia as I should be.
There doesn't seem to be any sort of standard for what Excalibur was meant to look like, so I just did my best. And then I started playing around with sword designs and had tons of fun. Let me know which one you like best. At first I liked the wrapped hilt but now I think the horizontal ones are nicer. I guess the tone of your story will affect what the blade should look like.
Or maybe it looks all old and lame and covered in pond mold and then POWER UP and it is all shiny and new! I love stuff like that
It is my first day of winter break. So. I need to get back into the swing of things.
First, Jessica wanted her MC, Nick. She didn't know what he looked like physically, so I kept it kind of generic. Though for some reason I really saw him in khakis.
So here are the three moods I immediately saw him in when I read his bio.
1) Defensive "you got a PROBLEM, buddy?" mode. I got the feeling he puts up some walls.
2) Having a laugh, possibly at someone else's expense.
3) Studying knowledge :) I think he lets his guard down and smiles more when he reads.
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| Click for big. My new computer screen is huge so it throws my drawings out of scale. |
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Next here is Melissa's Justine. This was very very hard to do o_o I am still not totally happy with the two poses with the sword.
In my defense, it is pretty tough to convey someone's size/build with circles and straight lines.
I wasn't sure if I liked the tank top or not. At first I didn't but I think it's sort of grown on me.
I also had trouble figuring out how a sword would scale; I'm not as up on my fantasy trivia as I should be.
There doesn't seem to be any sort of standard for what Excalibur was meant to look like, so I just did my best. And then I started playing around with sword designs and had tons of fun. Let me know which one you like best. At first I liked the wrapped hilt but now I think the horizontal ones are nicer. I guess the tone of your story will affect what the blade should look like.
Or maybe it looks all old and lame and covered in pond mold and then POWER UP and it is all shiny and new! I love stuff like that
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| You'll shoot your eye out. |
Friday, November 11, 2011
I am the worst blogger ever
...and for that I apologize.
Here's the basic setup of the story I've been working on for the last month or so.
On the upside, all her colleagues died when the University was razed, so there's no one around to see her shame.
Here's the basic setup of the story I've been working on for the last month or so.
On the upside, all her colleagues died when the University was razed, so there's no one around to see her shame.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
New computer!
Hello everybody! I'm so sorry for the lack of posting. Sadly my old computer has gone to rest and I have been without a laptop for the past week. But a new computer has arrived! So I am back.
Except all the settings are weird and I have to redo all my bookmarks.
Also the new MS paint is weird too. I hope this doesn't affect my beautiful artwork.
Except all the settings are weird and I have to redo all my bookmarks.
Also the new MS paint is weird too. I hope this doesn't affect my beautiful artwork.
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