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Put It On The Steps I’ve been drawing for as long as I can remember - scribbling stick figures in kindergarten, doodling monsters in my mom’s cookbook, or merely trying to see how many crayons I could color with at once. I did not start off great by any means but began to focus more on my drawing skills around my junior-high years, paying more attention to style, watching how my older siblings drew (they are also artistic and were much better than I was at the time), and I picked up an “anime” or “manga” style which still lingers in most of my drawings today. Also around that time, I got the impression that while popular among teens, manga-styled art was “fanart”, the art of drawing unoriginal characters in unoriginal styles, and therefore less superior. I don’t remember who told me this or gave me the off-putting idea, but it is a rather broad generality. Might it be a little too broad for a genre as encompasPut It On The Steps by myrianabelle
A scene from some little story I've been working on. I'm so sappy Someone help me...
I gasped at the sudden downpour of rain. It started off small and within seconds it came down hard and fast. At first I felt bad for the dress I was wearing but as the rain engulfed me I realized that now was too late to save it. I thought to myself that I might as well enjoy being out in the storm. The rain has always been a pleasant experience for me in the past. Why not now?
For a few moments I closed my eyes and let my ears open to the sounds of the rain. A breeze carried the dull roar of distant thunder and the air was full to burst with cascades. My head tilted up to take in more. I could feel tiny feet of rain drops dancing on my skin. It tickled making me giggle. I opened my eyes and thrust my arms out for a twirl.
Weston suddenly appeared by my side with his hand outstretched at me. I had forgotten we were talking just moments ago. He too was soaking wet but with a soft smile on his face. His lips parted and my ears could barely hear him whisper above the pattering rain.
“Dance with me.”
I stopped. For a brief moment I began to question myself on what I should do. This-this wasn’t what I was expecting. My heart sped up bit when I tried to imagine me dancing with him. I… could I dance? My eyes glanced from his expecting hand, to his face and back down.
It was in that moment I decided to push aside the feeling of doubt and obey his request. Slowly, my cool hand slipped into his and I was pulled in.
Right away I recognized that the movement he led me in was a waltz. 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3… His feet counted the rhythm out and his arms guided me along. The rain continued to fall on top of us but I soon forgot about it as Weston twirled me.
It had been so long since I had danced with another man; in fact I never have before in this way. I could sense his confidence in leadership as he guided me through the steps. I was being a bit clumsy but Weston was patient. I even miscounted the steps and ruined the sequence he was putting together. When I looked up to apologize Weston only grinned in that slightly amused way and repeated the pattern for me. Pretty soon I picked it up with less and less errors each time till we were moving with ease.
Then, Weston took a different turn from the sequence and I found myself able to follow his lead. I had now become a picture set into his frame for me to sit comfortably in. There was such conviction in his guidance and I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like we were floating now that I was comfortable enough to follow him. In his hold I was able to sense gentleness to guide me but I also felt trust in that he wouldn’t let go.
My version of my friend’s piece about her spooky encounter artful-dodgerette.deviantart.c…
I myself am in the neighborhood with this on my mind so I got adventurous. I had some down time one day and had a go in finding this so-called haunted stage because what the heck? I first entered through the front where the audience sits in this concert hall. My heart did a flip as I saw a lonely light bulb in an ocean of a darkness. Just as my friend described it cast a halo in the heavy darkness. For a moment I felt a confirmation that my childhood fear of the dark isn’t quite gone. I poked my head in but didn’t dare go any further alone.
I waited till I had a couple of my other friends with me, for moral support, to go back in there. The doors to the stage are locked, I don’t know how this friend got behind there, but when I approached the curtain I could see another light dimly through it on the other side. Oh boy, it is the light she saw! My imagination is running wild with this. My friend and I are going to venture together through her secret VIP entrance. Hehehe, wish us luck. Gonna catch us some ghosts!
Current Residence: It varies within the Mountain States|
Favourite genre of music: Just about anything but country and rap
Favourite photographer: My cousin Angelic Jackson
Favourite style of art: Cartoony
Skin of choice: The one my moma gave me :3
Favourite cartoon character: LSP (Lumpy Space Princess)
Personal Quote: Water can't hurt beautiful people. Go enjoy the rain!
1. What is your pet’s name? Her name is Pebbles. It’s a name I discovered when I met a girl years whose name was Pebbles and I thought that was just adorable.
2. What kind of pet is it and what kind of breed? Pebbles is a Syrian Hamster. She is a good 6 inches long, so there is plenty of hamster to cuddle :3 (like a potato with fur). Her hair is short and velvety smooth so I would say she is specifically a Fancy Hamster. She is a solid dusty brown color with a white stripe on her chest. Basically Pebbles looks just like a mouse, but super-sized with a tiny nub of a tail.
3. How long have you had your pet friend? I got Pebbles last summer in late July. I was going to wait till I switched apartments in August but I was too excited.
4. How did you get your pet? I went searching at the local pet store here in town. It’s a hole in the wall that is cramped with dozens of small pets. I had been eying a new hamster family for a couple of weeks that were ready to be sold. I made the decision by taking turns holding each baby hamster (I remember one screamed at being picked up and wouldn’t stop after being put down). Pebbles was the only one in her color which I thought was unique. …and she didn’t scream.
5. How old is your pet? Pebbles was roughly 3 or 4 weeks old when I got her. The pet store couldn’t give me an exact date but by doing the math I estimate that she was born the first week of July. I like to choose the 4th as her actual birthday.
6. What are some quirky things about your pet’s personality? Pebbles is the very definition of mellow. My nieces will manhandle her so much yet she won’t bite or even squeal. She is so patience and sweet. Sometimes she gets fidgety and doesn’t seem to get enough of playtime. She loves to explore and go on adventures. Another thing that I like is watching her stuff her cheek pouches. Much like this hamster here www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZpdr8… It is so darn cute and funny when she fills them to nearly bursting with food. Once in a while I find her asleep in the corner with her cheeks still full.
7. What does your relationship with your pet mean to you? Pebbles is my cuddle bug, even though she doesn’t always like to cuddle LOL or receive kisses. She is very special and taking care of her is hardly a chore. I love going to thrift stores looking for random junk that she could use as toys or props in her cage. Even making toys for her out of cardboard is fun and utilizes my creativity. I just smother her with love… and she puts up with it. I know that hamsters don’t live long, sadly, so I make sure each month is special as they go by.
8. What are some of your favorite past times with your pet? I would say the first thing in the morning when I open my closest and see Pebbles in her cage... or more like when I can’t see Pebbles because she is buried somewhere asleep. It is so cute and funny to find the aftermath on whatever adventure she had during the night. Once I gave her fresh bedding after cleaning her cage and made everything look pretty. Then in the morning I wake up to find 95% of the bedding shoved in a corner. And she wasn’t even sleeping in it! Like all hamsters, she did escape once but because she is in my closest she didn’t really get out. Instead I found her hanging out in the corner with the cup of acorns tipped over (one of her treats) and a lovely nest made out of fluff from the carpet. I am a light sleeper but her noises on the wheel and chewing are soft and actually soothing. Just like ASMR.
9. What are some nicknames that you call your pet? Many times I call to her, “It’s da Pebbles!” I have no idea where that came from. I have also called her Sweet Pea or just sweetie. Maybe even Fuzzy Potato because that is what she looks like.