A Girl Named DilanThe class was in an uproar. Nothing the teacher did or said could calm the waves of talking that naturally made their way to the front. Unfortunately the situation had been like this for a few days ever since it had been announced they would be receiving a transfer student. The entire class was curious as all they had been given was a name, Dilan Rembrant. Their curiosity however would soon come to an end because the new kid was scheduled to come that very day.More Like This
"I wonder what he looks like" one girl wondered dreamily.
"I hope he plays basketball" commented a boy to his friend, "We could use another player."
"Shh! He'll be here any minute" said yet another quite ignored voice.
Everyone had their own opinions and ideas on what they thought the new student should be like and were sharing those opinions whether they were wanted or not. All noise stopped though when the door to the classroom opened.
"Here you are, room three
Nouveau Dire HAMS.It's late. SO late. The skin of my hands is cracking for want of moisture, my back is stooped and bent, and the soles of my feet are freshly flayed. It has been a long, beastly day, and yet AWESOME, because GUESS WHAT:More Like This
MORE voice action flash animated Bomango, homey! http://youtu.be/_xG77EI1yiQ once again, courtesy of Jordan Haro :iconBard71: , Sandra Espinoza, and Austin Matthews, who have lent their considerable talents towards the noble goal of blowing my mind and also making me seriously consider quitting my day job and just doing this forever. (Heck, I need to create more--MORE--if only to justify being privvy to such a treatment of my work!)
So do check it out, and also check out the channels of the wonderful voices themselves! (I still can't hardly believe I've actually heard this stuff!)
Sandra Espinoza (DustyOldRoses): http://www.youtube.com/user/DustyOldRoses
Austin Matthews (AMTRAX91): http://www.youtube.com/user/AMTRAX91
...alright, I can go to sleep now.
One Bad Mother...board."I can't explain it. It just sort of...came back to life."More Like This
-Computer Repair Guy, as he handed me back my "dead" computer
and authorized a full refund.
It had been a strange weekend.
The week before, my car had transformed from an able, roadworthy steed into a wheezing, growling monstrosity with a ruptured exhaust line. It was no secret that the past winter did a number on the undercarriage. Two seasons ago, winter had decided it wasn't worth the effort, and the roads were clear and generally snowless. But last year, winter came back with an axe to grind and dumped white product on us repeatedly, causing the highway department to freak and liberally administer what amounted to half an ocean's worth of salt onto the roads. The oxidation to my car's tender underbelly was considerable; at one point the area beneath the driver's side had corroded so hideously that insulation ballooned out from beneath and looked like a mangled p
TinnitusJeg ser en liten grå bil ved veien. Jeg ser meg til begge sider. Ikke annet enn en langstrakt vei gjennom en tett skog med så høye trær at de dekker himmelen. Jeg kan hverken høre noe eller lukte noe i denne skogen. I hånden min holder jeg en liten nøkkel av gull. Mens jeg studerer den, kjenner jeg at det er en kraft som trekker i den. Jeg prøver å holde tilbake, men den er for sterk. Jeg blir dratt med mot bilen, nøkkelen går inn i låsen i døren og vris om. Jeg trekker ut nøkkelen igjen og ser nølende på dørhåndtaket. Hva venter jeg på? Sakte strekker jeg ut hånden og tar håndtaket. Det som møter meg i det jeg åpner døren er den stramme lukten av barskog, kvitring av fugler og den myke lyden av en fjern bekk. Jeg setter meg inn. Setene nærmest pakker meg inn i en velkomstklem. De har en kjedelig grå farge, men er ekstremt behagelige. Innsiden av bilen er overraskende mye større enn hva den var på utsiden, men samtidig ikke større enn at jeg kommer til det viktige. Rattet, pedalene, gMore Like This