Dreams and Fantasies, Crushed by Reality, Crushed in my Sleep

Fantasies deteriorate, never to be realized. Dreams fade, or twist into nightmares that leave a mark. Reality is twisted, but sleep is a twisted reality.

Promise me potential,
the potential promise is pleasing.
Fleeting fantasies,
then the fantasies flee.
Left alone, only me.

It's been so long, but the feelings don't fade, they just hide. I can only hope they're hiding so far under the surface they can't cause me harm. Of course, how often do *my* hopes come true? This time was no different...

Albert the Musicfish

Story may follow. If you think it looks weird, that's probably because I didn't draw any lines.

Melvin the Mongrel

This is still in progress. I just wanted to post before work, since it's nearly completed.

Why wouldn't he be smiling? He's twelve and has a kickass beard. Oh, and that's how his hair looks when he wakes up in the morning. He gets hit on by high school juniors all the time. And he's the star player on his youth tackle football team. He threw a 30 yard pass to win the championship. The most amazing part was the pass was to himself. Coach said he was just showing off, but they won didn't they?

Life isn't always strip bars and lotto tickets though. He's gone through over a dozen pets. He keeps eating them. It's not his fault they taste better than the green crap his mom puts on his plate. He currently has a lizard, his mom hoped it wouldn't be appetizing, but one of these nights he'll be looking for a quick snack...

Tic Tac No

Sometimes we like the demographic of our neighborhood. It's a give and take. That smelly meth lab moves out and a nice fatherly gentlemen moves in (he liked something about the basement). Well, sometimes we just don't like it when someone moves in who doesn't belong...

(Wondering where I'm going with this?)




(Yeah, me too...)

You know what the socially awkward always say, nervous laughter is better than no laughter...

Substitute Debbie

[7-16-06]: Debbie doesn't hesitate to smile, but she's got a mean streak. The paddle should have been your first clue. And the yardstick? It ain't for measuring, it's for long distance woopin'. She secretly thinks modern children are all clones of each other, and does whatever she can to slim the herd. She also wishes aliens would come and wipe out humanity, because she doesn't just see the future...she teaches it.

She's also sextalingual, because that's obviously the sexiest number of languages to speak.So. I was inspired again. This is something I spent many, many minutes on. It might possibly be one of my best works.

[3:23--Yardstick, nickname, brooch coloring]

Selenderia

Now for one a little different...



She was not a wolf of her own species. She saw the world on a different level. Not everything was about mating, eating, and sleeping. The beauty in nature was unsurpassed, but none of her kind seemed to appreciate it. She was a wolf with a misplaced spirit. She felt, but had no way of knowing, that their race were more respected once, and even treated as equals for hundreds of years. Now they are considered pests and scavengers. She even named herself Selenderia.

Respect the wolves.

Umbralbunny

I'd post a story, but I'm not sure one is needed. If I get say...three requests for the story, I'll share it. If not, enjoy the bunny, and he hid some eggs, but I suggest not looking for them.

Frugged

Ahh, a frog's life. Eating bugs, swimming. Must be nice, that is unless your skin flays itself from your body... [7-15-06: Link appears to require a subscription now]

Frugged is one of the frogs being attacked by this fungal plague. However, being a mutant himself, his body mutated the fungus. It's now more virulent, spreading more easily, yet doesn't affect this gloomy green guy. Not being the malicious type, he tries to stay in desolate isolation. Depressed and lonely, partially guilty of leading to the death of all his siblings and friends, he feels his only redemption would be to share this 'gift' with the perverted chicken. If it even exists...

The dazed look is due to low social interaction, you might have seen it on some of the students at a university near you...

What next, any requests?

Carravore

So, this is an update. I got a new toy today, and this is my first creation. A new Masscot to haunt the dreams of some of my readers...

But first, the story...

Carravore wasn't born too different, if you ignore the fangs, eyes, mouth and scorpion-like tail. Oh, I guess you'd also have to look past his insatiable appetite for vegetarians. He's sensitive to the screams of carrots and does his best to eat at least one vegetarian a week. Unfortunately for him, he only weighs 4.2 ounces. On the other hand, vegetarians are like chinese food, you're hungry again in two hours. The one exception he makes in his diet is evil chickens. Especially his nemesis, the perverted chicken...

Without further ado....

Fugglebee

Ok, my heart is not entirely in this, but it is far overdue...

Born in a large hollow log, name since forgotten, we'll call him Fugglebee.

His parents, forgotten. His home, forgotten. I guess it's hard to write from the drooling thing's point of view, and there's a reason for that.

Fugglebee was born with a special gift. The gift of forgetting. We sometimes wish we could forget bad things that happen to us.
He can. He has. He does.

His parents were slaughtered by a sport-hunter. He forgot about their death. But he didn't forget where he lived at first. Then when he went back there were too many detached memories, so he decided to forget where he lived, too. And he did. So he wanders.

He has relationships, with what creatures, I am not inclined to write about, since I'm not even sure what he/it is myself. But they end poorly, so he forgets they happened. Through forgetting he is doomed to repeat the same mistakes, and he does. He's a sad little creature, but if you tell him that he'll forget. If you could forget, would you not take advantage of it? Would you live a life of blissful drooling ignorance? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...

There is one thing he'll never forget. He hates the perverted chicken. He is one of many nemesi, and would give his pathetic life to end the chicken's. But he forgot how to get to Maplewood, so he wanders...

There, done and done. Send me your mascot and your story, it's bound to be more interesting and cheery than this one.