Saturday, September 27, 2008

Enjoy

The Woesome Tale of Horace
or
The day a snail tricked some gods

Sept 2008, by FE

Once there was a snail. His name was Horace. Horace the snail was the fastest snail on earth. He could go an amazing 1 mph! One day Horace went out for a walk. Unfortunately for Horace,he forgot to check the weather channel that morning. So he didn't know that the terrible hurricane Ike was coming in that day. Convinced that it was going to be a great sunny day, Horace decided to be risky and went out to a big field with very little cover.


It was an hour later, while Horace was munching on a blade of grass, that the first gray rain cloud arrived. Soon after that, the storm began. Horace found himself drowning in the massive raindrops. Furious, he began cursing the rain, the clouds, and the thunder.


Then out of nowhere appeared: Thor, Norwegian god of thunder; Zeus, the Greek god of thunder; Jupiter, the Roman god of thunder; Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea; Neptune, the Roman god of the sea; Ægir, the Norwegian god of the sea; as well as various other gods of rain and thunder and water, all from various different cultures.


The gods were all very angry at the previously atheist snail. They did not take the cursing of their creations kindly. Horace, thinking quickly immediately pleaded for their mercy. The gods, who had been feeling quite jolly not counting the whole cursing business, decided to forgive Horace if he accepted and won a challenge they gave him. The gods all loved free entertainment.


Quick thinking Horace, wasted no time and suggested a challenge right away.
“ How 'bout a race? Select the fastest snail you can find and I'll race 'im!” said Horace. The gods, not knowing about Horace's impressive speediness agreed to having a snail race and if Horace did not win he would be punished.


The gods searched far and wide for a snail that they could deem as the fastest. Eventually they found one named Steve. Steve was the quickest snail in his grass patch, he could go a speedy .6 mph!


The gods were flabbergasted by Steve's speed and thought that this was as fast as any snail could ever possibly go. But then again, they didn't know much about things as trivial as the speed of a snail.


They created a flat rock 21 inches long (about the length of two pieces of paper), and put a finish line at one of the ends. Steve and Horace were lined up in front of the starting line. Thor threw a mighty thunderbolt into the sky, and the race began!


Horace slimed across the rock as fast as he could, he was so full of adrenaline he went a .2mph faster than usual, an astonishing 1.2 mph! Being so amazingly fast he easily passed Steve and won the race. The gods then realized they had been duped.


The gods, even more upset than before knew they had to let Horace go unpunished. But they were furious, not only had this puny snail cursed them, but he also tricked them! Now more than before they wanted to punish the little snail. Sadly they knew the could not inflict any harm on the snail without going back on their word, or at least that's what they thought.


One young god, however, had a plan. Splish, was the god of puddles. He was fairly new and mainly worshiped by young children, though there was the occasional childish adult. Splish, though very young, was very clever. Splish decided to confront Horace.


“Horace,”he said, “ the gods and I have been quite impressed by your speed and intelligence! We wish to grant you one wish.”


Horace was shocked.


Horace took a few moments to think and then decided on his wish.
“ I wish to be remembered forever, as the fastest snail on earth who tricked the mighty storm gods.”


“Well then, let your wish be granted!” said Splish, as he snapped his fingers.


A puff of smoke appeared around Horace; and before any one realized what had happened it disappeared. Where Horace the snail had once stood was a small statue of a snail with an alarmed look on it's face. On the base of the statue there was a message engraved.


“ This is Horace. May he be forever remembered as the foolish snail who tricked the gods with his ridiculous speed.”


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See, I said I would post it!
I wish you could indent in the posts it would save space instead of having a huge space between each paragraph.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Deep in the Sea


2008, by FE
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This is the story of a mermaid who once had all the things anyone could wish for.
She was young, beautiful, popular, loved by all. She was surrounded by friends all the time, she was her father's favourite little girl, and her bright red hair astonished everyone. Her name was Ariel. But one day a new mermaid appeared. She was beautiful, golden haired, bright as the sun and very young. She became instantly popular, and as she did that , she took Ariel's place. Now she was the youngest, most beautiful and popular mermaid. Ariel became jealous. Her jealousy turned into fury, and she became so overcome with envy that she caused all her friends to leave her because of her constant bitterness. The new mermaid thrived, she became the center of attention and Ariel and her fiery disposition were forgotten.
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All my drawings have a story.(unless they're just small doodles)

Thursday, September 25, 2008

some quick short poems

Short, sweet,
and to the case.
That is the poetic phrase.
Jan 12 2007, by FE


Pale as an angel.
It hides among the clouds,
among it's brilliant friends.
2006-2007, by FE


A smile.
A hug.
And a promise.
They were friends
once again.
And they were
invincible.
Jan 19,2007,by FE


Tap,tap,tap...
Tapping all day.
Tapping all night.
Tap,tap,tap...
Goes the one, the only,
Tap Dancing Chicken!
Jan 19 2007, by FE


What is it?
What is it? I SAY!
Is it a Bugaaboo you see?
On it's little blue Bugaaboo tree?
WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT?
Oh, I know! It's a Bock!
Standing on a grandfather clock!
No? No, you say?
Well then...what is it?
Jan 19 2007, by FE
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Some short poems because it's late and I need some sleep. But I promised myself to try to write a post everyday. The first is just a tiny little poem. The second is about the moon (did you figure that out?). The third is just a small poem about the power of friendship. The fourth is well about a chicken that tap dances of course. For some reason chickens are fun to write about, they make everything funny. The last poem is my tribute to Dr.Seuss and Shel Silverstein. I don't think it's very good, but it's a start. (Jan 19 2007, must have been a very good day for me because I have a lot of poems written on that day, lol) Tomorrow I plan on posting a drawing and a poem. On Saturday, I'm going to post a short story I wrote the other day; it's called THE WOESOME TALE OF HORACE or The day a snail tricked some gods. It's silly but entertaining...I think...at least I hope it is entertaining...

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Listen to the Wind
2007-2008, by FE

Hush child, hush,
listen to the wind,
as it blows through the trees.

Hush child, hush,
and listen to the wind.
Listen to its stories.

Stories of woe.
Stories of love.
Stories of adventure.
Stories of great loss.

Hush child, hush,
listen to the wind.

Let it advise you.
Let it entertain you.

Listen to it's stories,
for the wind is as wise as time.
It's tales will only aid you
when times have become hard.

Hush child, hush.
close your eyes,
let your mind be at ease,
and listen to the wind.
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I found this one in a notebook, I'm not sure of the date exactly so I put the years it could have been written in, it wasn't finished either, so I finished it now.
I'm going to try to put up some drawings on thursday or friday since there's no school friday.
YAY PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT DAY!! ^-^

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Waiting
July 6 2007, by FE

As the clouds go by
I wait.
The ocean's mighty waves crash on the sandy shore,
and I wait.
As the seagulls fly,
screeching,scavenging..
still I wait.

I do not know what I am waiting for

A change in the world,
or maybe just a friend
come to lend a hand..

Perhaps I am not waiting for an object
but perhaps an idea;
an opportunity.

But nether less I still wait.
I do not know what it is I am waiting for,
but I know I must wait for it

So here I am
waiting ...
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I wrote this one day at the beach... idk what i was thinking about
i fixed some stuff in this final copy , but not much :)

Monday, September 22, 2008

some poems just because

I'm really bored so Im just gonna put up some poems I've written
The 1st's just kinda silly:

The Wiccan Chicken
Jan.19 2006, by FE

There once was a chicken,
that was a wiccan.
And everyone called it,
the Wiccan Chicken.

The Wiccan Chicken,
was a very nice chicken.
It just wanted some friends
but did not have any.
Poor Wiccan Chicken...

So the sad lil chicken,
spent it's life being a wiccan.
Shunned from society,
and not a thing to it's name
Poor lil Wiccan Chicken....
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This is what happens when I try to rhyme even slightly.
I couldnt think of anything that rhymed with chicken other than wiccan.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Purpose

The sole purpose of this blog is as a journal where I can put my work in.
My art, my poems, my stories.
(And the occasional school essay if it turns out well ;D )
I want to share them with the world , even though I really don't care if the world likes or doesn't like what I make.
I will (of course) accept criticism, or compliments, which ever you have to offer.
Constructive criticism will help me improve my creations, which is always good, and compliments...well they just made me more confident with what I do ^ - ^.
Well that's all for now. ENJOY!! (when I actually put things up lol)

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P.S.(to those people who know me personally)
If you know me please don't be nice and say you like what I made even though you hate it or something, tell me what you don't like about it, don't worry I would never get mad.