Cartoons in My HeadThere are cartoons in my head, sir!Cartoons in My Head by Wowey
I promise you, it's true!
They bounce around my thoughts
and melt into anything I do.
I talk about them often,
when conversations stall
And even when they don't,
They're mentioned until asked to not bring them up at all.
I've said before to people, what it is I want to be -
An animator, I've mentioned,
or perhaps a voice actee.
Theatrics, I have pondered, or writing might just do,
but one thought I have pondered, and it leaves me here to stew:
If I took up science, could I take them from my brain,
Is such a thought unthinkable; am I clinically insane?
So, sir, that's why I tell you, I'm not sure what to do -
College used to seem so far away, and now I'm forced to choose...
Where I'll go and what path I'll take, and whether I'll survive.
But whatever I do sir, this I swear: Those cartoons are alive.
Fan Fiction Recommendation ListAlright, so my journal got too big for me to keep it all on one list like I'd planned. So here is a link to the second half: http://obi-quiet.deviantart.com/journal/Fanfic-Recommendation-list-2-260286599Fan Fiction Recommendation List by Obi-quiet
= New (before a section heading means there's a new fic in the list)
= Whole section is new
= HIGHLY recommended
= If you don't read this I will haunt you...
= The fic has been taken down or the link is broken and cannot be found. If you have another link to the story, please let me know!
In alphabetical order except for the Misc. at the end. Yes, I've finally learned my alphabet and it is in order.
I've been thinking about doing this for a while. Getting sick of saying "Hey you should read this!", so I decided to make it more general. Below are some of my absolute favorite fan-fictions. I will be updating randomly in the future (I hope
Secret Worlds--PrologueSecret Worlds--Prologue by Rinnibree
Everyone has a voice inside of them; a still, small, rather dull and pedantic voice that makes detached remarks about the things that are currently happening to them. This voice is usually unconscious in nature, though the general meaning of the voice's words often translates into conscious thought.
Danny Fenton was no exception to this.
Dear me. I seem to have been knocked full-tilt-boogie through the air only to "land" spread-eagled, upside-down, on a vertical flat surface, with what I can only judge to be a wide-eyed painful grimace on my face…again. And not just again, but again again. When one has to count the number of times in which one is knocked full-tilt-boogie through the air only to "land" spread-eagled, upside-down, on a vertical flat surface, with what can only be a wide-eyed painful grimace on ones face, surely something is fundamentally wrong with the universe and ones place in it.
This is what the voice said.
Sand and StoneTWO FRIENDS WERE WALKINGSand and Stone by Obi-quiet
THROUGH THE DESERT .
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
WROTE IN THE SAND ,
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE .
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH.
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
ON A STONE:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE'
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'
THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT'
LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
The Christmas Scout"If there are poor among you, in one of the towns of the land the Lord your God is giving you, do not be selfish or greedy toward them. But give freely to them, and freely lend them whatever they need."Deut. 15:7-8The Christmas Scout by Obi-quiet
In spite of the fun and laughter, 13-year-old Frank Wilson was not happy. It was true that he had received all the presents he wanted. And he enjoyed these traditional Christmas Eve reunions of relatives, this year at Aunt Susan's, for the purpose of exchanging gifts and good wishes. But Frank was not happy because this was his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who killed by a reckless driver. Frank missed his brother and the close companionship they had together.
Frank said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that he was leaving a little early to see a friend: from there he could walk home. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was his favorite gift. The other presents he placed on his new sled.
Then Frank headed
I like doing a little bit of everything - art, writing stories, comics - but my main passion is music. I really enjoy writing, listening to, and performing songs. I'm an aspiring actress, and I love to perform musicals. My dream is to someday be in a Broadway musical. It's a lofty dream, but, hey, why not dream big?|
Current Residence: In the land of cold weather...BRR!
Print preference: With plenty of toner - I hate printing low on toner.
Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Broadway, Classical, Classic Rock, Big Band, Gospel
Favourite style of art: I'm still trying to figure that out - tell you later?
Operating System: Mac OSX, Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Grandma's Record Player
Shell of choice: Actually, I prefer sand dollars.
Wallpaper of choice: I like neutral colors best.
Skin of choice: My own.
Favourite cartoon character: Me. I've always been a living cartoon.
Personal Quote: Life is never so hard that you can't keep going.