Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: ArtistCareful now. Hans thought to herself as she began to draw the scene in front of her in her sketchbook. MK was chatting casually with one of the Creators, absentmindedly twining her fingers through her braid. With a small smile Hans doodled, music playing in her head. It wasn't important that she paid attention to her friend's conversation, it was more instructions for them than anything else. She had grown bored very quickly and decided to draw, not wanting to bother the older teen.
Soon Hans felt herself leave the world. She said nothing as she drew, lost in the world of colors, music, and dreams. Her colored pencils and erasers danced across her white canvas, re-creating the image in her mind, the image she saw in front of her. She didn't think she was a good artist but MK always insisted she was. And though Hans believed her she still doubted it. But at the moment none of that mattered to Hans. All that mattered was the flying colors, the story the picture told, and
SkinOne day a young ladySkin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Went into an orchard to pick the perfect apple.
She walked into the apple orchard
And was surprised to see a sea of gorgeous golden apples.
As she walked towards the center she saw people
Falling in love with the perfect skin of the apple
And taking it home for themselves.
The girl produced a small knife from her pocket
She plucked an apple from a nearby branch
And carved a tiny piece of the apple out
The apple was rotten on the inside.
The girl plucked another apple from a branch and carved a small piece.
The next apple was rotten as well.
She did the process five more times
Each apple appearing more rotten than the last
Just as she was about to give up
She spotted a single red apple.
It's skin was wrinkly
And browning just a bit.
She picked it up
And carved a piece away
The apple was fine on the inside.
Looked fresh and perfect for eating.
With a happy smile the girl left
While people still plucked the golden apples.
Out of the orchard she spotted a young man.
On Seeing without SightPATIENT 1 - a young boy of ten-twelve years; was discharged from hospital one week after operation. He is in his bedroom, surrounded by wooden objects and shapes on paper.On Seeing without Sight1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
BOY: Depth? What is depth?
DOCTOR: Depth is the third dimension, other than length and width. (motions with hands)
BOY (bemused): Dimension?
DOCTOR (holds drawing of square and a wooden cube): This drawing has two dimensions: length and width. This wooden cube has three, including height.
BOY (struggles to reach wooden sphere): This is depth? (holds sphere with both hands, ogling)
DOCTOR: No, that is roundness. The sphere has depth, though.
BOY: I don't understand.
PATIENT 2 - a young male slightly older than Patient 1. He is in a hospital bed, preoperative.
DOCTOR (presses wooden cube and sphere into patient's hands): Can you tell what these shapes are?
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: EstrangedCreeeeeeaaaaaaaakkkkkkk. The door to the library slowly swung open. Hans didn't even bother to look up. It was either one of the other five Creators or MK Moon, her best friend. If it was MK then she'd announce herself as she always did. Hans waited, expecting to hear the words: "It is I, the awesome saucey MK Moon!" or something egoistical like that. When the person didn't say anything Hans assumed it was one of the Creators. It's probably Sarah...she's so quiet. She thought to herself with a smile as she return to her homework. Ok, Hans normally wouldn't do her homework in the library but her room was being used as a prank war zone and she needed peace and quiet for her art project.Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: Estranged3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
She noticed the silence but said nothing. The last thing she wanted was to annoy Sarah and start a fight. Not that those two were ever at it but you never know. Hans pulled out her MP3 and put her Captain America headphones in. She grew lost in the music as she
Nursery Rhymes, Writer StyleJack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of waterNursery Rhymes, Writer Style3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Then I appeared and struck such fear as I began my slaughter.
I held them down and they did frown as I tossed aside their pail
And I gloat, I slit their throat and threw them down the well.
Now I'm done, well that was fun, the well I then looked down
Don't be sad, it's not as bad as if he'd broke his crown.
So then I walked on through the woods, and noticed at my feet
A trail of bread, led up ahead to a house that smelled so sweet.
When I approached it, in the air was a familiar smell
The smell of burning flesh was there, you know I can just tell.
I looked inside and to my surprise i saw two little kids
I saw them cooking an old hag, they watched her burn within.
I nodded in approval, they're fine without me here
So I walked along and sang a song to find out something near.
I heard a soft-like humming, and smelled out something good
So I looked out through the forest, and spotted a red hood
Following her from behind appeared a wo