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.