Bookmarks for Capt. Kirk - 2

Bookmarks for Capt. Kirk

He may act like a greedy little boy of five at times, but you've got to love S. So when he says he's taking the bookmark you made for your book, not only do you let him, you go ahead and promise to make the little piggy as many as his heart desires. What can I say, I'm a sucker for his pretty eyes.
The first one came into being because he was taking way too long to finish reading Maximum City. The meadow ones were inspired by a similar bookmark a different S. once had in a book. The fish one is me having fun with wet-on-wet (no pun intended :P). The last one (the two pictures are the front and back of the same bookmark) was inspired by a brilliant bookmark on deviantart.

The red pencil - 2

inspired by a drawing i saw on deviantart

The red pencil

Lost and Found.

He nudged the door open with his wet, brown nose and padded across an austere grey carpet hemmed in by never-ending walls of blank white. He peeped into one empty room and then another and decided that this probably wasn’t what he was looking for.
So he shook his brown ears rather sadly and started back towards the door.
That was when he saw them: with the rain in their hair and muddy shoes and dancing eyes, laughing on the doorstep with their noses touching.
And the lost little cub knew that this would be a jolly place to call home after all.

Let's do this my way

As I've grown, and changed in the process, I have come to realise that my chosen medium of expression has been in a continuous state of flux too. From rhyme schemes to free verse to attempts at fiction and thence to unapologetic prose. Of late, having moved to a more visual expression of the how and wherefore, I've fallen behind on the churning out of literature, so to speak.
But the blog being my piece of the web pie, I suppose I might as well eat it the way I please.