movie trailer song- lyrics
since a whole bunch of you are threatening to do covers I fixed those lyrics so they work much better now! So… yeah, if you’re gonna sing it please consider using these words instead, they’re a little more worked over than the oh-shit-I-have-to-remember-a-song-from-a-dream-I-had-last-night version
and feel free to fix that goddawful melody I came up with PLEASE
Short Story: Thin House
New story is up on the short story page!
(p.s. sorry there are a few typos that I missed, but the edit function on the page isn’t working at the moment- I’ll fix them when I can :’D)
do monsters make sure we look under the bed? or over our shoulder, not just straight ahead?
do monsters make sounds in the dark of the night, to check we’re not frightened to turn off the lights?
do monsters wait for us to come home from school, and forget that they’re real, like they wanted us to?
do they tell us ‘take care’, and 'be safe’, when we do?
sorry I’m still completely beat from the loooong weekend (of super fun times) so I don’t have the energy to scan and upload doodles I did then, but since I finished this very short story ages ago and I’ll be able to put it up on the website once it’s done I suppose I can give you the first two pages of Fox Song, which is a thing I did last year? wow it sure was last year huh
it’s not brilliant but it is a finished thing and all finished things deserve to be treated kindly so I’ll do my best not to be mean to it and hide away it in a box where nobody can see it
Part one of this thing that might be a thing but I’m not quite sure about if it will be a thing can be read over here because ahaha guess who had a writing blog she forgot about as well as that art blog she forgot about.
-“What an odd looking bird.” Thought Tarquin, and quite understandably too, for it was a very odd looking bird indeed. It was quite unlike anything the little pig had seen before, with sweet-wrapper wings all shaped like a boomerang, and a tail split into two long paddles.
It circled around the farmstead, banking as it began its descent, and as it lowered it only became more odd, for there was actually very little about it that was bird-like at all. It seemed to be a very ungainly shape, and yet, when it finally came in to land, it was not with a crash and a bump and a complicated tumble (as Tarquin had expected), but with a rather satisfying sort of ‘flump’.
“Hello.” Said the odd looking bird.
“Hello.” Replied the pig, watching the strange new creature folding up its wings with great interest. It appeared to be too absorbed in looking around to notice his staring, so he continued to do so. “Are you lost?”
“Oh yes, yes…” The answer came in an absent, gentle voice. The sort of voice one could listen to for a very long time without getting tired of it at all. “-but I really don’t mind it, you know.”
SO I did another interview which you have a looksy at here, but the blog itself is a pretty good find! It does little reviews of short films and interviews with the creators, go give it some love!
I am considering writing a thing, and maybe eventually colouring and printing the thing, but I’m not sure if the thing is any good, so I thought I would ask you to tell me if it is or not.
Let me tell you the beginning of the story.
Once upon a time there was a farm. On this farm there were animals, as is generally the case, and all of these animals had a purpose. Sometimes they had even more than one.
The cow had a purpose.
The chickens had a purpose.
The rooster had a purpose, although some of the animals wished it wasn’t such a loud one.
The owl had a purpose, and the mice that lived inside were very glad that they lived inside because of it.
The dog had a purpose, and occasionally fleas.
The sheep had a purpose (and a very bad temper, but we won’t comment on that).
The guinea pigs were assumed to have a purpose, although it was hard to tell what, beyond doing their very best to look like a pair of slippers.
The goat had a purpose, which involved a great deal of thinking himself important and climbing on things, and the pig had a purpose, although she didn’t like to talk about it.
And the great shire horse had a purpose, and when the fair came to town the humans would make him look quite strange for a different purpose, which he wouldn’t have minded if the ducks didn’t laugh so.
There was one creature, however, who simply did not seem to have any purpose whatsoever.