Chronicles of Flumdiddle

So I'm taking a really fun experimental writing class, and the first day my teacher had us pick out 3 postcards and write something based off them.

What I got:
a poetry magazine ad with the name Hix and a banana on it
a postcard for an album called "East of Flumdiddle"
a postcard with a panther and panther facts

What I did with it:

Hix from East of Flumdiddle
was a Panther who loved to solve riddles.
He was smarter than any bard,
so no problem was too hard
for that clever panther of Flumdiddle.

But then there came a day
when one fruit's question left him with nothing to say
"What is smaller than a blade of grass,
but with ultimate power and class?"
Hix didn't even have a hunch
so he ate the banana for lunch.

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This was fun to write. I enjoy random out-of-the-box writings. It started off as just a semi-almost-a-limerick and then just ended up as a silly poem.
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Then for homework we had to take whatever we wrote and change it into a different form of writing. I did a poem, so I turned into a piece of fiction:

Date: 13th of Flum
Location: Private Office

        The name is Hix. Hix Panthorus. I'm a P.I.-- Panther Investigator, and I work in the Riddle Division. Ya know, solvin' riddles and whatnot. You've got a word problem? A question with no clear answer? I'm the on you come to.

        Ya see, I'm the smartest cat in town. My mind's a sharp as my claws. There ain't no problem I can't solve. Remember that Humpty Egg fella? I put him back together.

        Eeeeyup. I', the cleverest feline in this here kingdom of Flumdiddle and always will be. Wanna know why? Because I ain't just got book smarts, I got them street smarts too.

        Let me give you an example.

        One day, I was mindin' my own business here in the office, when this fruit came in. A real beauty of a dame as far as that part of the food pyramid is concerned. She was a banana. Smooth yellow skin, with a long slender body. Looked delicious.

        Now, this banana, she came to me with a seemingly simple question.

        "What is smaller than a blade of grass, but with ultimate power and class?" she asked.

        I'm going to be honest with you. At first I thought I had the answer in the bag, but then the more I thought about it the less sure i got. I had no idea what this gal wanted me to say. I mean what kinda question is that? "Smaller than a blade of grass..."

        So then I had a dilemma of my own. I couldn't let some floozy of a fruit go around and ruin my rep when I couldn't answer her question!

        So you know what I did?

        I ate her.

        She was tasty as she looked, and rich in potassium too.

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I seriously hope you read that in a ridiculously stereotypical 1920s Private Eye/ Detective voice. If you didn't, go back and read it again... out loud this time.

I really like writing this as a detective story, I think I might write some more like these later.

ATTACK OF THE DRAWINGS

Here's some drawings for you to look at :D 

This is a sketch I was working on before I got lazy and stopped drawing for a bit. I was planning a Pleasantly Sour story in which I was going to introduce the Seven Heavenly Virtues. This is Wrath and her virtuous counterpart Patience. The scanner cut off parts of it : p 

The Kitten Pirates RETURN~!! I love drawing these two characters, but I just realized I don't think I ever named them... I'm thinking Lyra and Kyra. I think at some point I'm going to gather all the drawings I have of them and put them in a post, just so I can have everything together and see how they have developed overtime :3 Also, I plan on coloring this!

I like how this one came out. In my mind this is a humanoid Applejack riding what was going to be Big Macintosh but is probably going to end up being Braeburn, depends on whether I want to color the horse red or not >_>. ((BTW those are all characters from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic <3 which is a really amusing show haha)) Or it can just be a kick butt cowgirl escaping from some baddies ;D. Whichever. Also to be colored soon.

An astronaut dude. That is all.

Sketch of a RP character I created. Her name is Miho Kuro Akuma, she's an alien princess from a race called the HoshiAkuma. She's fiesty.

<3 A cute wolf and a kitten sleeping. <3

This one is really, really cool in real life. :3 Space girl planet-hopping!

Drew this yesterday on the train to Boston. It looks even better than this scanned version xD

My friend Esther~! You should go look at her blog. Just click her name ;D

-cough- No thing to see here -cough-  Just a nauseatingly cutesy sappy drawing I made of me and my boyfriend Alex... Eeeyuup.  Go on now. Shoo!

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Okay so that's just some sketches and drawings. You'll probably see a few of them again after I color them in. And when I get back to UMASS Amherst, I'm going to try and photograph some really big pieces I made for an art class I took. last semester. 

Break Down

I don't need anyone

to see me break down.

No one needs to watch as

my tears flow to the ground.

I want to live my life

without making a sound.

I have gone and lost myself

and I don’t want to be found.

My heart has been

hidden, tied and bound.

Now all there is left for me

is to let go and simply drown.

Drown.

Drown.

Drown in my own sorrow-filled tears.

Drown in the memories of my lost years.

Drown in my fears. Drown in my fears.

There isn’t enough

euphoria to go around.

Someone’s always cast aside,

lost in grief, but unable to frown.

I don't need anyone

to see me break down.

No one needs to watch as

my tears flow to the ground.

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This is the result from one of those poem fragments I posted a while back :)
Sorry for my long hiatus by the way, I'm back though! And I'm have a lot of stuff piled up to post, including some drawings!! I haven't posted art in a long time.

Girl With Stars In Her Pockets

             I know a girl with stars in her pockets. They are small, like her fingernails. They are made of paper, like my dreams. Each one is unique. She tells me they hold the secrets to different worlds. That with them, she can travel to new lands far, far away from here. Her stars are very powerful, which is why she keeps them safe in her jacket pockets. Safe in her pockets, where no one can unravel them, and destroy a universe or two.

            One day, I’m going to steal her stars so they can’t steal her from me.

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This is prose poem is actually a sort of summary/ synopsis for a story idea I have and have been wanting to write. I attempt to start writing the story for NaNoWriMo but... 

A Plea Against Serenity

Serenity is only for

Those who don’t have a care in the world.

She is welcome by

Those that see no wrong to letting

Life go on as it does now—

Flawed and cruel.

You may envy Serenity’s children

And their naïve ignorance,

But I do not.

I say let them have their peace…

Just as long as they keep it to themselves.

I’ve no use for it.

Serenity is not for me.

I, who prefer

to stand tall with all

my worries. Because they

are what have kept me

going ,going, going, going

-surviving-

all this time.

  

If peace of mind means

I must forget

All the starving children living in the bloody streets,

All the broken hearted souls left behind in a dark corner,

All the wrongs that stain this world…

Then, instead,

Give me War!

A chance to fight back against the status quo.

Give me Revolution!

A chance to bring change to this rotting society.

Give me Vengeance!

A chance to amend the errors of humanity.

Serenity.

I will vanquish you, and cast you out from these lands.

Not because I despise you, but because

 I dream of you.

Serenity,

I will vanquish you.

So that later you may return

To a world that has truly earned you.

But until that time comes,

I will never end my crusade against you.

I will never succumb to you,

Beautiful Serenity. 

Day and Night

Glitter falls to the floor slowly

- a dream floating in the midday air-

an idea flying in the cool breeze.

Mother and daughter awake

-their midnight adventure begins-

the time of fairytales is now.

Gently, the sparkle finds its place

by the window and lays among the dust

catching stray sunbeams.

Over a fence and underneath tables,

past the cabins and into the woods-

A memory in the making.

A sparkle in the dark never glimmers

but in the light it reflects and refracts

 reality into fantasy.

A tale is told in the darkness,

told from mother to daughter,

blessed only by the moon and stars.

The Day, The Night,

They are things of beauty.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of wonder.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of magic.
The Day, The Night,
They are things of life.

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Confession: I don't like the ending very much >_>
I think I need to go on with this, make it longer and change the ending. Yeah. 

The Hesitant Astronaut

I was told

That the sky was the limit

But I that should reach for the stars

Because if I failed at least

 I would land on the moon.

I was told

To wish upon a shooting star

And to keep my eyes turned skyward

Because space was the last frontier

And one day I would reach it.

I was told. I was told.

And there was a time that I believed

All those clichés and half assed comments.

 I’m not so sure anymore.

Because there is still so much I have not

Seen right here on the ground.

Space is the mistress that

I used to dream of…

But

I have found pleasures here on Earth

That she could never gift me.

Once upon a time

I would have given anything

To leave this atmosphere

But today I finally see 

That I’d much rather stay here.

Where I can admire the stars from afar

And have the ones I love by my side.

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Had to write a poem for Creative Writing class titled "The Hesitant Astronaut".
It's alright x3 I got to use cliches again ;D~!