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.
Wreck of the Youngblood----Wreck of the Youngblood by DennisDunjinman
The moment was sickening.
He wanted to go on this trip for a long time; he kept counting the weeks until the day. Now that it was the day, he was getting a little unsure of whether hed go through with it. He wanted to, really, but there was fear holding him back.
The sun shone in clear skies over the ocean. He wished it didnt shine so hard. On the black wetsuit he wore, it felt like murder in a solar oven made from a cut-up pizza box and Saran wrap, slowly cooking like a pizza that would take an hour to melt. The sweat soaked him in so much hed wondered if there would be any room left for the open ocean water, which looked cool and inviting after this.
The feeling of the waves beneath the motorboat his adventurous aunt rented for the two of them for their dive together made his stomach turn with motion sickness. It would be his second open-water dive, as before when he first was certified to SCUBA dive last year. He was 11 now, and knew he could do it, at least u
Cooking: Fenton StyleOver at the house on the corner of the street, two teenagers were just doing their homework alone in the house. It was 7:13, and their parents havent come home yet from their special business that the younger one, Danny, thought were just both of them getting sidetracked at some sort of late-night garage sale. His older sister, Jasmine, had closed her books with her notebook inside and looked at the clock behind her.Cooking: Fenton Style by DennisDunjinman
7:13 and our parents arent home. It looks like were going to have to cook dinner again tonight, Danny, she said, unfazed as if it were routine. Since the Fentons were inventors, usually they stayed at home all day perfecting new inventions or doing random experiments on whatever their current project was in the lab. What they did at night as a completely different matter, and both of the Fenton kids could function well alone after many nights of their slightly dysfunctional parents off on random business.
Danny looked up from his i
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.