When I went to public school I had art class…

Hello, mellons! Long time no see, eh? Yeah, I’m sorry about that but now since I’m being home-schooled again I’ll be posting more! Anyway, when I went to public school ( literally yesterday ๐Ÿ˜€ ) I had art class which means I drew realistic drawings and all that good, time consuming stuff ๐Ÿ˜‰ So, I’ll show you some of them…

Sketch 2Sketch 1Quick gesture drawings…

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Eyes, Lips, and noses…

Blind-contour drawing

Blind contour self portrait…

Self portrait

Shaded self portrait.

Shapes

Geometric shaded shapes.

 

I hope you enjoyed this post ๐Ÿ™‚ Don’t forget to comment down below!

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CWWC- Entry seven

Hello, mellonanins! It’s Kiki! I just started school today, and it’s different, really different from homeschool. I guess, it’s bad to judge the first day, but I can’t help myself. Hopefully, it’ll work out. I mean it’s not bad it’s just- like I said- different. Ya know, what I mean?

Loren, I used these prompts:

I never stopped looking out the car window. New York, is so different from Illinois. In Illinois, I lived on a farm. Our Victorian house was the color of bananas and cream. The barn was a faded red, with all kinds of animals. I’m going to miss that place but I’m sure city life will be just as great. Hopefully.

We drove by an old water park and a boy was riding down it on his skateboard. I would be so scared to do something like that but getting out of your comfort zone is healthy; every once in awhile, I mean. It should be as easy as riding a horse, right?

Next, I saw kids walking on the sidewalk. They had hair every shade of rainbow. It was breathtaking. I rolled down the window and hollered, “I love your hair!”

They looked at my hair, face, cowgirl hat, and my shirt that was in the shape of Illinois that said, “Home”. They answered with a cruel laugh, “Thanks, yours is great too, when it doesn’t have animal poop in it!”

A bullet went through my lungs. I rolled up the window in shock. No ones ever been that rude to me in my entire life. How did they know I used to live on a farm? Do I look like a joke or something? Tears filled my eyes. They should’ve just threw me on bus that says, “Leave immediately” it would be better than watching them fade into the distance. I hate New York.

I hope you enjoyed this post! How’s your school year going, so far? Tell me in the comments down below!

CWWC- Entry six

Hello, mellonanins! It’s Kiki! We’re getting close to the end of CWWC. I’ll miss using my creativity to think of writing ideas but definitely not the four day deadline๐Ÿ˜‰

Loren, I used these prompts:

I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this. Don’t be afraid, you’ll be fine. What do you think are in those woods? Dragons? No….well, maybe. Just go! Fine, fine. Then I walked right past the sign. The sign that clearly reads: “Don’t go in the woods”. Usually, I obey and respect rules, but I have to see him. I have to see the black archer.

The person I’ve heard stories about since I was a kid. I don’t know why, but he fascinates me. My other friends were into clothes and shoes and I would be checking out every book I could find about him. They describe him as tall, ageless, swift, camouflaged, always hooded and carrying a quiver and a bow.

I suddenly heard a twig snap. I looked around but didn’t see anyone or thing. Growling came from a bush.

“Hello?” I asked.

A dog that looked like a wolf came out. Or maybe it’s the other way around.

“Are you lost, little guy?” I questioned.

“No, I’m not but you are. Whose side are you on?” The wolf or dog answered.

“Y-y-you can talk? Side what are you talking about?”

“It’s to risky”, he answered.

“Wait, what?!”

Then he pounced on me and knocked me to the ground. I started screaming and trying to kick his face. Once, my leg grew tired he started dragging me. By, now I was really screaming. Then, I heard a swish. I looked at the wolf and an arrow was stuck in his chest. Blood oozed out and he collapsed.

I looked up and saw, the man I’ve been wanting to see my whole life. The man I’ve studied about for countless hours. When I imagined meeting him, it would not be with blood on my legs, holes in my clothes, mud in my hair, and my whole body trembling.

“I don’t want you to find me yet”, I said.

He bent over an picked me up gently, and carried me even deeper into the woods.

Well, I hope you’ve enjoyed this post! Don’t forget to comment down below ๐Ÿ™‚

Ps: I think my favorite entry I’ve wrote so far๐Ÿ˜„ Tell me if you agree๐Ÿ˜‚

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Yes, I’ve gotten a little obsessive with gifs…

It’s Been 1 Year/Happy Birthday, Abby!

Hello, mellonanins! One year ago, I started this blog because everyone has a second blog๐Ÿ˜œ I was new to blogging then, and was trying to fit in and stuff. Actually, my posts were quite boring in the beginning cause ya know, I just made this blog for no reason. Luckily, almost a year later, I found a great interest in writing and photography ๐Ÿ™‚ So, this blog isn’t pointless, now๐Ÿ˜„ Thank you for commenting and following it’s greatly appreciated!

Now, my blogger friend, Abby has a birthday today! So, happy happy birthday! ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‰ I met Abby in September, I think. I forget how I found Breakfast with the Dolls. It was probably seeing her in comments. In October I found out she was a Jedi. We’ve been friends ever since๐Ÿ˜„ Also, Chrissa is returning the favor. She ate your cake and your vanilla ice cream! ๐Ÿ˜œ

Here’s your song:

Ok, I don’t why but that video made me laugh๐Ÿ˜„

So, that’s all I have for now๐Ÿ™‚

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CWWC- Entry five

Hello, mellonanins! I’m back with yet another, CWWC entry!

Loren, I used these prompts:

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I woke up: sweating, scared, confused. It’s just a dream, right? I’m not so sure.

In my dream, I saw an old man on a rock bridge across a shining lake. His long white hair, flowing in the wind and his arms outstretched. The mountains behind him were touching the clouds. The sun, beginning to set. He suddenly began talking. His deep voice was telling me, how he knew the day would come when darkness and evil would grow stronger. Just not this soon. How he should have destroyed this object years ago, which is what the enemy needs for world domination. But he is to old, now.

I then saw a young man partially naked, blindfolded and tied up. The old man then said this guy has rough past. He was forced to do stuff he knew was wrong. He hurt many people. So, now he guilts and doubts himself and lives alone and depressed. But, he is the only soul alive, that is aware where the object is located. And how the enemy will soon now that.

Then the old mans voice changes and says:

“And then there’s you. You will find the young man show him of his true potential and find the object before it falls into evil hands. Do the deed I should’ve have done. Make the world wholesome again. I know you’re ready”.

What do I do? I have no idea where this guy is. If he exists…

Well, I hope you enjoyed! Go team Shire! We are great writers! Don’t sell yourself short! Stay motivated it’ll pay off!

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CWWC- Entry four

Welcome back, mellonanins! It’s Kiki! I hope you’re having a nice week๐Ÿ™‚

Loren, I used these prompts:

Painting is incredibly peaceful and freeing. You can create whatever you want. You can let your imagination roam free! And then when you’re done, you have the satisfaction knowing you made something beautiful. That’s why, this is how I spend my free time. I truly do, recommend it.

As I was globbing on more black paint, I heard a knock on the door. I put the paintbrush behind my ear and answered. A white cake with pink frosting words was on the ground. “You’re so pretty”, is what it read. No, letter or person was present. I immediately texted my best friend, Dara to come over.

A second later, I was inviting her inside.

“So, what’s the urgent news?” Dara asked.

I grabbed the cake from the kitchen and showed her.

“This”, I replied.

She never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen.

She suddenly burst out, “Ooh! It looks like you have an admirer! I wonder who it is?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out”.

I hope you enjoyed! I know this isn’t my greatest entry. I felt like I had a mild case of writers block but I pulled through for the team! Hopefully, entry five will go better.

Ps: Thank you for 41 followers!

CWWC- Entry three

Suilad! It’s Kiki! Here’s entry three!

Loren, I used these prompts:

“Bricks have stories”, my Father used to say. “They’ve seen generations and generations. People doing good and bad. Births and deaths. Arguments and Apologies. Celebrations and mournings. They’ve seen it all; don’t underestimate them, Son”.

When I was young it made perfect sense but as I grew older ‘perfect’ turned into no. I want to understand but I just can’t. I mean, bricks? I could understand if he said trees. But seriously bricks? It’s just clay that been formed and dried. They don’t live or have feelings. Or do they?

I wish I knew the answer. I wish he was alive. But even when he was he wouldn’t answer me anyway. He would just say:

“One day, you’ll understand, Grayson”.

I’m anxious for that day to come. It could happen anytime and anywhere. I’m still a minor so it couldn’t happen now could it? All I know is that it’s breakfast and I’m craving donuts.

As I walked to the donut shop, fresh air filled my mind and cleared out my worries. My thoughts now revolved around: school, donuts, homecoming, Harper, ya know, all that good stuff.

I saw that the lights weren’t on for the donut shop but the door was wide open. My brain’s telling me to stay but my legs are saying the opposite. I gave it some thought and came to the conclusion that, looking in won’t hurt anybody. So, in I went. No lights we’re on except for one in the kitchen.

“Hello?” I asked. “Is anybody in here?”

I crept into the kitchen and saw a black writing on the white brick wall and book in the middle of the floor. The writing read: “Ask no questions and you’ll get no lies”.
I grabbed the book and opened it. On the first page there was a photograph of a log cabin and underneath writing. “I can always see you” is what it read. All the other pages were burned. You don’t think that what my Dad has been warning me about is happening now, do you? This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. Then I heard a familiar voice, It was Harper’s.

“Grayson, what are you doing here?”

I hope you enjoyed!

Ps: I’ve updated my ‘about me’ page so it looks a little more professional ๐Ÿ˜‰