21 February, 2013

Starting to get back to me.

Last night my suspicions that my art block might be finally be getting over have been confirmed. I was given a special mention in an art contest that had many lovely entries. :}

I personally loved how the crescent moon turned out so I was over the moon -or as I said to a friend 'So I'm happy as a beaver on Meth and as High as a kite with rockets.'-  that it was also appreciated by the judges. :D

This morning I was still very much up in the clouds that when I read a post in my suggest some words for me thread I could not resist to write a little story with them. 

The Words; 
Color; Aquamarine. I like all the 'a' sounds in it. Also, "aqua" and "marine" are both related to water. I like water. ^^" 
Animal; Hippopotamus. It is fun to say because of all the p's. 
Day of the Week; Sunday. Because it is.. sunny? 
Piece of Clothing; Knickerbockers, because it sounds hilarious. 
Emotion; Delight... it's a cute word, and reminds me of the way Hamish & Andy (radio hosts) say it. 
Word in general; Philosophical? Or monotonous? I suppose I like the repeat sounds in them. 

The story; 
Once one sunny Sunday afternoon in the Land of Aquamarine, a boy named Hippopotamus Graze ran down the embankment that was kept to keep the waters from the bay flowing into Town. Hippopotamus -or Tamus as he was mostly called- was the most flailing little boy one could ever lay there eyes upon. There was not a second to be seen to him he was not moving about or -as this moment- away from something. 
He tossed himself down in the grass in a movement so grandeur it was completely beyond what his form would make you believe he could. He knew his mother would complain about the stains on his Sunday's best jacket and knickerbockers. He was even more certain that she would give him a Speech of great Philosophical meaning, that by now she had said so many times she said it in quite a monotonous way he could recite it himself as was it a nursery rhyme. But lying here looking at the clouds Slowly moving in and out of Town was such true delight for him. When he did that the voices that always plagued him would subside and let him be there just being him. :}    

Now I can't help but wonder what other mischievousness dear Tamus might be up too. :D