A Locomotive and Attached Cars by MangaArt95, literature
Literature
A Locomotive and Attached Cars
CHAPTER I
A Locomotive and Attached Cars
It was the sort of day, or rather the sort of weather, which necessitated the utilization of a parasol if one wished to keep any part of ones self dry. That is, of course, unless one happened to be inside a building, or perhaps happened to be a building, in which case one could likely find some nook indoors which the humans hadn’t trampled on with their sopping shoes. Well, one might be able to, anyway. Then again, if one happened to be riding within a passenger car trailing behind a locomotive, one would likely stay reasonably dry, provided one didn’t foolishly open a window. At any
James Matteo Adair, so named because his mom liked the name James, his father's father had been named Matteo, and legally he couldn't really be given a different last name than Adair, was rather a scrawny lad, and quite aware of it. Unlike many boys his age, which was twelve, he wasn't in the habit of taking risks. Not that he was cowardly, just too smart for that. He'd never been bullied at school, mostly by virtue of invisibility. Being the reserved sort by nature, he could mostly seen reading, or playing with any camera in the immediate vicinity (lately the one he'd been gifted by his mother, who reckoned he was responsible enough to
He was a teenage number of years, and he was a bit tall and spindly. He might describe himself as spider - like in proportions, and those of a more complimentary nature might be inclined to say something along the lines of "Oh, don't be silly, you look fine just how you are! You're just a bit wiry."
This wasn't really necessary, as he didn't consider it inherently bad to be spider-like in proportions, that was just the best descriptor he could think of. He did appreciate their concern for his self esteem, however, so he wouldn't correct them on this matter. At any rate, spider-like though his proportions might have been, his demeanor was not
Dreamer, dream, and don't look down,
Save your time and while away the space.
The beauty that they all reject,
You must readily embrace.
Dreamer, sing your silly songs,
And plan your silly plays.
Dreamer, go dance in the rain,
go be a disgrace.
Dreamer, see the pretty things,
Before they fade away.
Go and taste the spice of life,
Recall it's not a race.
And dreamer, never be ashamed
If they spit in your face.
Because dreamer, the best things in life
For many go to waste.
Dreamer, dance, and dreamer, sing.
Dreamer see the pretty things.
A Locomotive and Attached Cars by MangaArt95, literature
Literature
A Locomotive and Attached Cars
CHAPTER I
A Locomotive and Attached Cars
It was the sort of day, or rather the sort of weather, which necessitated the utilization of a parasol if one wished to keep any part of ones self dry. That is, of course, unless one happened to be inside a building, or perhaps happened to be a building, in which case one could likely find some nook indoors which the humans hadn’t trampled on with their sopping shoes. Well, one might be able to, anyway. Then again, if one happened to be riding within a passenger car trailing behind a locomotive, one would likely stay reasonably dry, provided one didn’t foolishly open a window. At any
James Matteo Adair, so named because his mom liked the name James, his father's father had been named Matteo, and legally he couldn't really be given a different last name than Adair, was rather a scrawny lad, and quite aware of it. Unlike many boys his age, which was twelve, he wasn't in the habit of taking risks. Not that he was cowardly, just too smart for that. He'd never been bullied at school, mostly by virtue of invisibility. Being the reserved sort by nature, he could mostly seen reading, or playing with any camera in the immediate vicinity (lately the one he'd been gifted by his mother, who reckoned he was responsible enough to
He was a teenage number of years, and he was a bit tall and spindly. He might describe himself as spider - like in proportions, and those of a more complimentary nature might be inclined to say something along the lines of "Oh, don't be silly, you look fine just how you are! You're just a bit wiry."
This wasn't really necessary, as he didn't consider it inherently bad to be spider-like in proportions, that was just the best descriptor he could think of. He did appreciate their concern for his self esteem, however, so he wouldn't correct them on this matter. At any rate, spider-like though his proportions might have been, his demeanor was not
Dreamer, dream, and don't look down,
Save your time and while away the space.
The beauty that they all reject,
You must readily embrace.
Dreamer, sing your silly songs,
And plan your silly plays.
Dreamer, go dance in the rain,
go be a disgrace.
Dreamer, see the pretty things,
Before they fade away.
Go and taste the spice of life,
Recall it's not a race.
And dreamer, never be ashamed
If they spit in your face.
Because dreamer, the best things in life
For many go to waste.
Dreamer, dance, and dreamer, sing.
Dreamer see the pretty things.
I was thinking about my last journal, where I asked why everyone and their cat wanted to sell commissions so badly. I recieved some really insightful answers.
I also had a lot of people asking me "How much should I charge for my work?"
I'll add a Disclaimer right here in front, as for whatever reason, something always offends someone ~stunplz (https://www.deviantart.com/stunplz) . So I'll start off by saying, this is just my personal journal, and I'm just one person who has some experience with this. I'm not making a judgment on who should sell what, just writing some things I have personally learned along the way.
Well that's out of the way :iconyodawgplz:
So most a