Revamping

To my readers... (I know that you don't exist *cry* but I'll pretend for now)

So I want to start posting on my blog more often. I also want to eventually add my own artwork and start a web comic. I know, I know, is this actually going to change? It is hard to say because I have not done much with it in the past couple of years. I add a random post here or there but not anything that really catches anyone's interest. 

What I have planned:

~Lyric comics (I already have one story boarded...I just need to actually do it.)

~Updates to my fanfiction (Teamwork) because my followers, which I do have a few deserve an end (and I just hate leaving things incomplete).

~I want to start having themes each month so that my blog is worth coming to once a month just to see what I have done (maybe heh heh!).

~Updates on what I am working on (you know, the big stuff) and how it is going.

~I need start posting my cafe chi stuff again (...need to start going to cafe chi more regularly :P).

~And this month I want to see if I can come up with some kind of Christmas story ('tis the season!).

Inevitable

I felt the scent of dust waft into my nose as she entered the room.
"You've been doing it again." I said bluntly. It was not a question but a statement. A statement that we both knew was true.
She quietly sat down at the table opposite me. It was a given what I would have to ask next. It was almost like we were reading a script, only I could not see her lines while she had mine memorized. I knew she would not answer until I actually asked her. Did I really want to know?  In the past I had thought that whoever first said, "ignorance is bliss," was a fool but at times like this it might have been the greatest wisdom I would ask for. Inevitably, the question would come sooner or later. No time like the present, right?
"Why?"
"Well..." She started. she always paused for dramatic effect. She knew it drove me insane but that I  would not push her. She would just take longer that way.
I sat there, the ball now in her park. I hated the torturous feeling of foreboding I always received while waiting for her to begin. I always new what was coming next. I knew that it was going to be something completely horrifying and miraculous all at the same time. I started playing with my pen. I would click it every few seconds. I could not decide whether the anticipation or information was worse.
"Well..."
This pause at least was shorter.
"You know how I was adopted, right?" She always started her stories this way, "Well... my birth parents, as you know, were not from around here. I know you don't like my stories but I don't have anyone else to talk to. I have the power to bewitch things, and some would probably call a witch. I am not a witch; they have spell books and other paraphernalia. I just make some things happen with a thought. I do not believe that I have ever explained to you how my powers  work or what they even do, have I?"
I shook my head.
"Well, I can make things move around with my mind. Telekinetic, I believe they call people like me. When it started happening, I didn't realize that it was even me doing it. I thought it was my imagination. But I started finding that other people were seeing it too. It only happened when I was more emotional. That was about the I found out I was adopted. Some may call it coincidence but I don't believe in such things anymore. I think that my subconscious was trying to put the pieces together. Deep down I always knew there was something different about me, it just took a while to prove it. And I did have to prove it, especially to myself."

A/N: This was a little piece that I wrote when I was in high school. I think I have improved quite a lot  since then, at least, I hope I have. 

Pirates, Fairies and Normal People: Synopsis

Celeste has a challenge: when her parents find her running around with the village boys sword in hand, it is the last straw and now they have finally locked her up. Luckily, a pirate ship has just arrived in harbour and now all she has to do is make it down a fourty-foot tower without getting caught.

Areli has a problem: she has made mistake and now no one will let her try and make it right. What is a girl to do? Break into a library full of magic books and kidnap a mute boy, of course! Then maybe drag her best friend into trouble, all for the cause of restoring her good name.

But when events do not go according to plan the unlikely duo must put aside their differences and rely on each other to break the thousand year curse and thwart the evil lurking in the shadows.

The interview

It was the heart of winter and the winds billowed through the streets, covering them with the white powder typical of the soltice. I walked penitently, pulling the collar of my wholly inadequate coat  to the brim of my nose in a desparate attempt to keep the freezing air out of my lungs. I could feel small icicles forming on my lashes. I took a quick step and misjudged the street in front of me. Throwing my arms out in front of me I tumbled to the ground. Luckily, I did not fall too hard and pushed myself up easily so that I was back on my feet. I looked around and for the first time that evening I was grateful that it was so cold. There was a man standing across the street holding the leesh of a small chihuahua. I would have blushed had my face not already been red. I pulled my coat in closer, hitched my purse handle further up my shoulder and set into a brisk walk. I looked straight avoiding eye contact with anyone who might have seen my beautiful show.
I veered off onto a side street, slowed and let out a small sigh of relief because I was almost there. I glanced across the street and just happened to witness a small rigorously dancing to music I could not hear. I smiled to myself and carried on. I watched the numbers on each of the houses expecting to see 22 at any moment. Unlike most cities this one was odd. There seemed to be no logical reason to how the houses were situated. 39, 27, 92, 5...
Finally, I reached 22. It was a small purple house with yellow trimming. The windows were abstract stained glass and the door was an olive green. I quietly thought to myself that whoever desighed the houses should have been fired. I marched up the walk to the door and knocked.
"Please knock four and a half times if you are expected! Give two quick raps on the door if it is an emergency! If neither of the first two options please count to one thousand, scream like a banshee and then count to one million!" The voice came from somewhere inside house. I frowned. How does one do a half knock. I knocked four times letting my fist rest a little on the door after each and then with gave a final quick one. The door burst open and there stood the most vilmultuously dressed man I had ever seen in my life. He was a plethora of colour. I stared unable to say a word.
So I didn't. I didn't say anything. I just sat there waiting for something to happen. The man's shirt started speaking to me.
"You must be Loreli."
I blinked and shook my head. I was not sure how I ended up sitting on the floor in his front entry it mjust of happened in those few small moments of silence.
"Loreli, it was Momo who sent you, correct?"
"My name isn't..." My voice trailed off. I could not actually be talking to a shirt. I was not even sure how it was talking because it had no mouth.
"Of course it was Momo. Follow me."
Suddenly I found myself in a mismatched room but it seemed to match the house perfectly. I sat down on the couch and frowned. It was squishy and wet. I looked down and realized in horror that I was sitting in a giant eggyoke. I stood up quickly and spun around in a circle all the furniture in this room was made of food. There were chairs made of bacon and a fishbowl full of orange juice and gummy worms, I wondered if they were suppose to be pets. The weird shirt man was no where to be but now I could here weird chanting coming from above me. I looked up and saw people slowly floating down through the ceiling. I thought that they would stop when they hit the floor but they just kept going straight through it.
"Hey, can you tell me where I am?" I called out to them. They all turned to stare at me and started trying to talk at once. None of them could all the sudden because they had donut holes in their mouths.
"What is going on? I was just wanted a job interview!"

A/N: It has been a really long time since I posted so I thought I could at least throw something up here. This little piece is from Cafe chi several months ago. We were playing Calvin Pen, hope that explains the randomness of it. I didn't stop to edit this but hopefully it isn't too bad.