I thought perhaps I’d do a few posts of characters I love. The first is Mr. Spock from Star Trek. It was only logical.
He’s either mad because I used only red to color him in or because I first thought he was an ugly sort of flying pig monster. I discovered my mistake quickly. Pig monsters don’t usually breath fire. Ow.
She pulled him close, so their lips could meet one last time.
“Forget about me. Just block this whole terrible business from your mind and live your life.”
“How could I? I’ll stay with you. We can beat this thing together.”
“I won’t let you kill yourself for me. Swear that you’ll forget.”
Her eyes glistened with tears as she glared at him. It had to be this way. His legs felt weak as he uttered the words she needed to hear. She disappeared once more into the morning fog and he found himself on a familiar stone path.
The sun was just beginning to climb over the nearby hills. Its rays illuminated the tops of poplar trees, making them look as if they were on fire. A cool breeze rattled its way through the leaves. A small bird was singing off in the distance, delighting in the new day. The fog in the valley shrank into the lower corners and then vanished entirely.
He watched the scene for some time before continuing on his walk. It was shaping up to be a very pleasant day. As he strolled along the path he caught himself wondering where it was he had been walking to in the first place. It felt significant, whatever it was. He smiled and shrugged as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his favorite brown jacket.
If he couldn’t remember, it must not have been that important.
Valentine’s Day got postponed for us because Bert was on a business trip. Happy post-V-day, babe!
Someone or something left dark chocolate Reese’s cups for me last night. I’m guessing it was the Chocolate Gremairy. It’s one part fairy and one part gremlin. I’m not sure why, but some time ago I decided that fairies have three eyes.
Another critter who “lives” in the patterns on the ceiling, is this little demon. Souls Soulz are his popcorn. Oh, how he loves them.
Atherton is an imaginary friend who was created to tell stories to a young boy. His adventure will probably end up as a kid’s book.
I was going to paint, but the apartment needed cleaning and I ran out of time. Here’s a little mantascorp instead.