Creative Writing

            Okay, so awhile back I was assigned the task of making a children's book for Creative Writing. I still have to get it done... And I'm thoroughly stuck. Thing is, it has to have some sort of moral or lesson. And let me tell you, I can't think of crap.
            So it's about Stormy, Frizz, and Miv. That's all I've got. Well, that and two pages. A start. And now I've just sort of gone 'Fuck, what now?' And come to think of it, not all children's books have morals do they? What's the moral of Cat and the Hat? Don't let stray cats into your house ever, probably. Having wild parties when your parents are gone is okay as long as you get rid of all the evidence, maybe. Oh, and something ticked me off when they first assigned it and the teacher showed us a video on making these things in case we couldn't possibly fathom how to write for children. (It's not really rocket science, is it? People read books when they were kids they know what those are like.) 
"To make your book the most appealing to both genders..."
Okay... make it about an animal?
"...make your main character a boy."
I'm sorry, what?
That's the most backwards malarkey I've ever heard
            Okay, so speaking of stories, you remember that boredom-fueled story I mention a billion years ago? No? Well I may be posting it soon. Here's a preview:

                It stared up at me as I raised my weapon. It was deadly, its soulless eyes glistened with false tears and I… I couldn’t do it. About five of them latched onto me at once, and I could feel them sucking the life out of me almost instantly. I felt myself losing consciousness… losing myself.

*             *             *

How pathetic. They were the size of hamsters. They were pure evil! But they were dang cute. The personification of boredom itself. It just had to touch you to drain you mind and body. It doesn’t let go until there’s nothing left. When they finish, you’d have died of boredom. I had discovered them accidentally, at my sister’s school, and found them nesting in the walls upon our closer inspection. Nobody had actually died yet, but they had spread as far as into the hospital itself. I had learned to hate them with a vengeance, but still couldn’t lay a finger on them.

Looks like that finally came around to bite me. Literally.

            So this will be up on Wattpad as soon as I get this damn thing posted after three goes. I don't care anymore, I doing this thing! I'm making this happen!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Scribblings of Mine: Now With Pictures

            Woo! I have finally successfully  scanned and uploaded a drawing without our legally-blind scanner ruining it. It took me foreeever. It's me, Rainy Rabbit, and Max fending off Boredom Monsters. It was also my first time coloring something on the computer. So many bright colors... And I still have to figure out shading.
            About the 'creative' technology in our house: It gets sick enjoyment out of messing things up. I'll be all like 'this is a great picture! I should scan it onto the computer and share it with the world!' And my parent's computer and mentioned scanner is all like 'Nope let's be like that lady who messed with that Jesus painting and make the colors all horrible and crap.' And then I call mom and dad for help and we make all these revisions to it to make it show up better until it is damaged beyond repair and I give up. Dad is constantly talking about throwing all of it out the window. 
            But all things aside, I'm glad this one's finished. I'm learning to draw bigger, and to use a ruler. A lot. So much perspective in this picture.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Boredom

Here's a little story about something that happened this summer:

             One day, a very extremely bored me was browsing the internet.

She was so bored she actually Googled 'Boredom'. It did not solve her 

problem. Suddenly, she did something amazing. Something nobody ever 

even considers doing in the history of today's internet.

            She exited out, shut down her computer, and grabbed a piece of 

paper and pencil. She drew something random, a cute little animal that 

looked positively harmless. Right away she decided it must be evil and 

deadly. It should be different shades of beige. She thought, drawing 

an arrow pointing to it. And be really agile. At the end of the arrow she 

wrote: Boredom Monster! >:( 

            She shivered in anticipation as her imagination began to formulate

exactly what a Boredom Monster was. Like boredom, it leeched all the 

energy and emotions out of you. It's insides were old bits of doll parts and 

ruin. (I had Alice: Madness Returns on the brain.) I also knew I couldn't lay

a finger on something that cute. (Which is why I made it an evil manifestation 

of my boredom. Boredom is very hard to get rid of, if it was something ugly,

I would be able to get rid of it real fast. It's the ultimate weapon! It'd be a 

shame not to take advantage of it.) 

            She drew some more, and daydreamed that she battled with the 

Boredom Monsters, lost that, was for some reason still alive due to the 

intervention of her worst enemy. (who turned out to be a totally different

person. But still her worst enemy.) Who told her that the Boredom Monsters

were her own creation. He (the worst enemy) goes off to do his own thing to

stop them, and tries to keep her away so she doesn't do any more damage.

He fails miserably at both. In the end, she has to rescue him and she saves the world.

            With the power of imagination! As you can imagine, I wasn't bored anymore after that. I was so bored right now that I figured I'd bring up this. Funny how when you pour the raw contents of your mind onto something it seems so much weirder. My dad tells me: Stupid people get bored. I say: Stupid people get bored and don't resolve it. Not to his face though... because I just thought of it now. Darn. That statement has always annoyed me, usually because he says it right after I forget myself and mention my boredom. NEVER TELL A GROWNUP THAT YOU'RE BORED! They either say something scathing, or they give you work. Work is dull. If boredom is thirst, entertainment is water, and work is saltwater. You're doing something, but it's not any less boring. *Rants about it some more inside head* Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.