Post by Shoe on Feb 14, 2008 18:51:13 GMT -5
v That's why I hate using this sketchbook with the scanner. 
I woke up and found myself in a strange house, alone. It was still night-time; I noticed from the darkness, though the moonlight seeped in through the open window, its transparent white curtains flowing in the breeze like the gentle waves of a lake on a windy day.
I rose from my bed, its cushions squeaking as its springs went back into place. The floor was made of oak, and was waxed to an amazing luster which reflected my image as I peered down into it. I made for the door, its handle curved and brass, and as I turned it and walked outside, the house was gone when I looked back.
However, that did not matter once I saw the colossal and beautiful forest before me. I immediatly ran towards it with a bright smile on my face, the tall reeds and grass brushing against my legs as I ran. All I wanted to do was run through the forest all night while its trees rushed past me.
But I stopped.
There was a gap in the forest with a pond, a tree seperated from the rest, and propped against it, a broken white fence. I found myself tired from running and walked to the tree, then leaned against it as I looked out at the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, hundreds of fire-flies ascended from the grass and danced around in the air, their tails glowing, then fading. When one faded, another would light up, and when that one faded as well, the one before it would light up again. The trees seemed to form a tunnel which beckoned me to explore.
"I'll continue after I rest my eyes for just a moment," I said to myself with a smile.
The scene before me faded, and I found myself asleep.
I woke up to a familiar and annoying sound. I looked around and felt for my cell-phone, its alarm blaring. When planting my feet on the ground, still seated on the bed, I realized I was back home. Back to reality.
"It was just a dream?" I asked myself as I combed my hand through my hair.
Yes, that's all it was; just a wonderful, beautiful dream.
This isn't based on an actual dream, but I tried to write how a dream would be. Writing this really eased the stress placed on me today. And that was a lot. My friends comforting words helped though, too. Thank you guys.
I really miss Ohio...
As always, critique is welcome for both the illustration and the literature portion.
I woke up and found myself in a strange house, alone. It was still night-time; I noticed from the darkness, though the moonlight seeped in through the open window, its transparent white curtains flowing in the breeze like the gentle waves of a lake on a windy day.
I rose from my bed, its cushions squeaking as its springs went back into place. The floor was made of oak, and was waxed to an amazing luster which reflected my image as I peered down into it. I made for the door, its handle curved and brass, and as I turned it and walked outside, the house was gone when I looked back.
However, that did not matter once I saw the colossal and beautiful forest before me. I immediatly ran towards it with a bright smile on my face, the tall reeds and grass brushing against my legs as I ran. All I wanted to do was run through the forest all night while its trees rushed past me.
But I stopped.
There was a gap in the forest with a pond, a tree seperated from the rest, and propped against it, a broken white fence. I found myself tired from running and walked to the tree, then leaned against it as I looked out at the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, hundreds of fire-flies ascended from the grass and danced around in the air, their tails glowing, then fading. When one faded, another would light up, and when that one faded as well, the one before it would light up again. The trees seemed to form a tunnel which beckoned me to explore.
"I'll continue after I rest my eyes for just a moment," I said to myself with a smile.
The scene before me faded, and I found myself asleep.
I woke up to a familiar and annoying sound. I looked around and felt for my cell-phone, its alarm blaring. When planting my feet on the ground, still seated on the bed, I realized I was back home. Back to reality.
"It was just a dream?" I asked myself as I combed my hand through my hair.
Yes, that's all it was; just a wonderful, beautiful dream.
This isn't based on an actual dream, but I tried to write how a dream would be. Writing this really eased the stress placed on me today. And that was a lot. My friends comforting words helped though, too. Thank you guys.
I really miss Ohio...
As always, critique is welcome for both the illustration and the literature portion.
