What more can I say?

What more can I say?
Today is today,
Tomorrow is tomorrow.
Everybody is an actor,
And we are in but a play.

Ain't that funny.

So far I have used Penny Paint for writing usage, but my real goal was to not only use it for writing, but for my drawings as well. I just never got to doing it. But alas, yesterday I decided to stop being lazy and just draw something. After a lot of mental struggling I ended up with this-- that you see now. <3 And please forgive the mistakes as far as proportions go. This was drawn on a Wacom Graphire 3 tablet in Adobe Photoshop 8.0. (Why am I even going technical? ...Because I sound smart this way, lol.)

Art and character © Samantha S. // Tsuu (MYSELF)

Continuation of what left off...

Characters + ideas © Tsuu (Me, bwahaha)

“Hey Kat! I got a great idea!”

No answer.

“Uh, Kat, are you there? Back to earth, oh human being…”

I saw a hand waving by my face. It gave off a nice breeze. I smiled sleepily, until I realized that Jane was actually talking to me. I blinked twice.

“Huh, sorry?”

Jane frowned at me, almost disapproving.

“What am I going to do with you and your daydreaming? I can’t leave you alone for one second without you going into another dimension!”

I laughed shyly and smirked at her. “Sorry Jane, but what am I going to do with you? You are the one who always comes up with crazy ideas.”

“Aha! So you were listening after all.”
“Vaguely.” I grabbed my glass of milk and took a sip.

“So, you want to hear it?”
“Shoot.”
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What was that infernal noise? A long, deep, high-pitched noise. It sounded familiar. What was it? Is that…the horn?!

I woke up with a jolt, almost swearing as I realized my akward position. My body was sprawled across the two front car seats, where my foot miraciously managed to find its way to the steering wheel.

Still drowsy, I tried to see where I was, squinting my eyes as I adjusted my sitting position. Trees…lots of grass, a very blinding sun, and…

The manor. It then hit me. Jane was not back yet. I looked at the clock. 8:30 AM. I then searched through the van, looking in the back seats. Nothing. The car key was still in its place. The car had been running its engine the whole time…

What could have possibly made Jane not come back? For a moment, my imagination went wild. It gave me the chills to even think that anything bad had happened to her.

I took a deep breath. “No, Kate. Nothing happened. Jane is probably perfectly fine. It’s just a matter of calling her.” I whispered to myself.

Grabbing my cellphone out of my sweater’s hand pocket, I dialed her number. I waited… and it rang! My heart started to race with anticipation. I heard a beep. That meant someone answered!

“Jan’?! Is that you? You okay?”

No answer.

“Jan’..?”

It then beeped again, only to beep several times. She… hang up?!

I stared at my cellphone… It read: “18:56:00 – End call?” I bit my lip as my thumb lingered on the button to hang up.

I pressed my cellphone to my ear one more time. Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe she didn’t hang up.

I listened, and my heart skipped a beat. I could hear someone’s heavy breathing on the other line.

Startled, I quickly pressed the hang up button. My cellphone was slippery in my hand. Maybe it was from the sun? I tried denying it, but it was useless.

I was afraid.

I ain't exactly happy with this, but I can't think of any way to really "fix it". Sorry if it sounds so silly and predictable. Like it's really obvious that at the end you've gotta go *gasp!*. As goofy as it may seem, though, while I was writing this, I couldn't help but feel nervous and look around me. It was at night. XD

*cackles of amusement*

I started this yesterday, but only managed to finish today. Another idea incomplete.

My boots slid across the stone floor. 'Missed him. I gritted my teeth in frustration as I swore. Where the hell did that damn thing go? I strained my neck to look around me.

Other than my battered, heavy breathing and the slight breeze that passed through the empty, stone-like room, it was terribly silent. Too silent.

But then it came. A stronger breeze passed through, no, a gust of wind went across the arched entrances, into the room. He was coming back...

I clenched my sword in defense, though I knew it would do me no good. "Come out!" I said under my breath.

I could hear a cackle of amusement in my mind. Did he think me a toy? Something cold touched my shoulders, but nobody was behind me. I broke out into a sweat despite myself. He laughed some more in my ear.

"Cut it out already and face me, you creep!"

It was relief to not feel his cold touch anymore, but I would have preferred it if I knew what I would be seeing next would be much worse.

There he was, the one who had escaped the camp long ago. The famous...

"J-jack? Is that you? Wha-what are you doing here?"

Yes, it was Jack. It could only be Jack, with that grin only he could do. That crazy, malicious grin. He bowed, draping his nearly non-existent cape, his tangled hair falling in a mess over his smokey-blue eyes. The man then took a step forward, almost inches away from my face.

"Did you miss me, Jason? Well, I'm back to haunt you, I'm afraid."

Great. Just dandy. And here I thought I was dealing with a regular poltergeist.

A word

This one came to my mind out of nowhere. I don't know why. I was walking across the living room and... yeah. Very random indeed.

It's a word,
It's a word,
A word I can't describe.

Is it sweet,
is it sour,
Is it something divine?

I'm starting to really like making these, whatever they are. They can be simple, direct, or mean nothing. It's fun playing with words.

Pitter patter

Mind you, this "poem" or whatever you want to call it, has nothing to do with me. Let's just say when I wrote this, I was in someone else's mind. I also was listening to one song that, well, its mood was kind of ...angsty.

Pitter patter,
pitter patter,
do you hear it as it shatters?

My heart,
It moans and whines,
as I walk a ever fine line,
speaking to you in riddles,
only you can find.

I swear,
I do not care for you.
I feel more blue,
believe me,
when I am around you.

For all you give me is agony.

Life?

A spur of the moment kind of poem.

What is a word that summerizes life?
Life is unique to each,
It surprises, but also repeats itself.
Like a knitted pattern on your sometimes favorite rug,
Sometimes you must face it.
Face the facts.
Face the music,
The constant ever changing flow.
Life is conspicuous.

Possible story

I didn’t want to be there.
I looked at Jane beside me. She had her reddish hair in a ponytail, sporting her favorite cap as usual.
“Are you sure we can stop here, Jan’? What if it isn’t safe?”
“Don’t worry, Kat, it’s perfectly fine. We’ll just sleep here for tonight,” said my friend at the steering wheel, as she pulled the gear to stop the van and unlocked her seatbelt. Jane paused, as she was about to open the door, then turned her head and said: “Why don’t we take a look around before we hit the hay?” I could not believe she said this while grinning!
I looked at her incredulously. “Are you serious? Nu’uh! I’m not getting out of this car, Jan’!”
She was already out of the car, flashlight in hand, the door still ajar.
“Oh c’mon! It’ll be fun! Didn’t we come out here for some adventure? This old abandoned manor is a great place to start.” Jane was silent for a moment. I hated it when she did that.
“What is it, Jan’?”
The woman laughed, the laugh only Jane could laugh. Loud and heartfelt...
“You hear those crickets, Kat?” Jane grinned in delight and looked up. She made a dramatic stance as she lifted up her arm to point up to the sky, her mouth open, and eyes wide. “And do you see those stars?! Man, it’s like space out here!” She giggled one last time, and then said:
“Look, if you really don’t want to come, then fine, but it it’d be so much fun.” She smiled at me hopefully.
I looked behind Jane. All I could see was grass, trees, and darkness. Then I looked at the window beside me. A tall, intimidating building of cold stone stared at me blankly as the pine trees swayed in the wind.
“No… no, I don’t want to go.” I stared at the glass as I said this. I didn’t want to see my friend’s disappointed face.
In the back of my mind, I could see Jane smile sadly.
“OK then. That’s fine with me… but make sure to lock, okay? And if anything happens, you can call me on my cell phone. I’ll be back soon.” I heard the click of the keys put into its place, and the door shut. Seconds later, I saw Jane waving at me as she headed towards the stone manor.
I counted the seconds on the clock. 7:30, 7:35, 7:39, 7:40. When the clock said 7:56 PM, I realized she really did go. Just like Jane would. I started to feel the empty space of the car seat beside me. I looked at the window one more time. My breath fogged up the glass… and I felt it. Loneliness. I wished I had gone with Jane.
I frowned. But there’s no way I’m going to go out there now. Even if I do have another flashlight... I leaned back in my seat and grabbed my newest book I bought that week, and turned to page 145. I will read until Jan’ gets back.

Little did I know, it would be quite a while till Jane came back...

This is an idea that came to me after listening to a song. I don't remember which song it was... But this is just a draft. As you can see, I am not into even describing the narrorator, Kat'. I guess you are free to imagine her as you like, but my image of her is a brunette, with brown eyes, shoulder length hair, and a baby face.

And I know. Two girls in the middle of nowhere is really stupid. But it's just the beginning. XD

Let it begin.

This new version of blogger is quite nifty, to say the least. I like it, and therefore want to make a new blog using it. So, I decided to use this as a place to record my writing and drawings. Thus, "Penny Paint," which no doubt is quite the silly name, but nonetheless, I like it. It's fun and simple. Not like my other blog, Never Ending Prologue.

I'd really like to start, or if not, end this post with something other than an introduction. So I searched my files on my computer and as much as I find it silly to post, this is what I made this blog for, so here is one draft. Not that I think it is even worthy enough to be even called a draft. More like a drabble.

“Her name is Adrianne,” said Mrs. Dellings earlier that day.
I was to fill out a detailed paper, answering all questions asked, about my current health status, my current residence, my past, my criminal record, and how long I would be willing to dedicate myself to the patient, or rather, Mrs Dellings daughter. Mrs Dellings wanted as much protection for her daughter as she could get.
When I finished answering the questions, I looked at Mrs Dellings with a serious expression.
“Your daughter will be in good hands, Mrs Dellings.” I handed her the papers, and she took them warmly. “I am very grateful, my boy. ” she said.
I turned my head to look across the hallway to see the various docters and nurses walking, the white walls blending with their uniforms, only to clash with the cold dark tiles that scattered the floor.
“So when should I begin?”

If you've seen my other bits of writing on my other blog, then you should recognize that I have a habit of keeping the reader hanging at the end, much to my convenience. It gives me an excuse to not be obliged to write more if I can't think. And that's speaking honestly!

You are free to say what you like. Just don't steal my writing if you can.