MMC

So, this is my Monday's Minute Challange entry. 
But it's not monday!!!! *frowns at Me, Myself and I* (not a another word out of you three!!) But, actually I am here to inform you that I for one do not care that isn't Monday. I wrote it on monday, and that´s all that counts. 

I stared into the icy depths of the sea and paused. Maybe he was wrong.  Maybe he was lying. But no, why would he lie to me? There was only one hope. One option. The cold face that reflected on the water told me it was going to be fine. I told it it wouldn't. That face was mine but  I didn't recognize it. It was pale. It's cheeks hollow.  It's eyes emotionless. I dropped the bucket into the depths. The rope it was tied to grew taunt in my hands, but I held on. As I pulled the bucket up, the waves seemed splash closer and closer, higher and higher, trying to reach me. The life from the wood below came up with the bucket. I couldn't see it, but it was there. I had to jump. I could die. I would never see my family again. Never hear the waves of the ocean lap the sand. Never feel mama’s warm embrace. Papa’s voice in my ear. But what choice did I have. It was coming. It would destroy them anyway. It was heartless,  it was cruel. Tears filled my eyes. Turning back to the lighthouse for the last time, I whispered softly.

‘I'm sorry. So, so sorry.’ and jumped. 

Yup, that´s it! 
So, once again, if you think I am posting too often, or about too silly things, or am boring you with my biography then TELL ME!! I know, I know, you all thought I could read your mind, but I've got news for you:
I can´t! Whaaa?? I know, you're all shocked to pieces! 
Yes. It's true. I may not be a master builder- woops, sorry! I was quoting again! Well, I may as well just finish it!! Yay!! 

Yes, it's true. I may not be a master builder. I may not have a lot of experience fighting or leading or coming up with plans. Or having ideas in general. In fact I'm not all that smart. And I'm not what you'd call the creative type. Plus, generally unskilled. Also scared and cowardly. I know what your thinking: He is the least qualified person in the world to lead us. And you are right. ~Emmet

Naamarie Mellonamin!

~E

AKA. Your Friend in the Yellow Shirt

Nae saian luume'

Yes, it has been far too long! I think I ought to do more scribbling on this blog, since it is indefatigable. :) So, I wrote this poem for a Thursday Poetry Challenge and I liked it a lot. It is supposed to be in Roald Dahl style, if you don't know what that means, just read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Or Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, that one is good too. You know what? Read as many as you can get your hands on! That's what I do.
Oh, I also drew a comic strip to go with it. I got bored in the middle of coloring it, so it's not finished, and my camera and the lighting are... not the best. Also, I've never done comic style drawings before, I'm not sure how I like it... But I love comments!  So please comment.

Looking out the window

Of our blue schoolhouse today

I spied a Elefendoe

Walking on the lawn

I glanced over at my teacher

Droning at her desk

Like a giant creature

But she wouldn't notice me

I'd have planned it out so well

It would go without a hitch

Oh boy! I thought. Just swell!

Just the thing for show and tell!

I drew out on a paper

The trap I had in mind.

Perhaps I'd make It caper

Or sell it to the zoo

Oh boy, all that dough!

I just couldn't wait

And- goodness! What do you know!

Now, by gosh, there's TWO!

I'd need a lot more wood chips

And some water from the well

I'd also throw a dash of pips

(They'd go nuts for those)

‘When mom asks me along the way

Walking home from school

What have you learned today?

Division, verbs or art?’

‘Why Mom!’ I'll say, loud and clear

You think I'd learn that junk?

I'd sooner-

Then there came a SWAT!!

And I woke up in  hurry

Gone were They, and that was that.
Boy, did Teacher pop her cork.

Another thing, if you would like me to post about anything in particular, just tell me! I think I might start doing my Monday Minute's Challenge on here, as well as Thursday's Poetry Challenge. Wadya think? 
P. S. It's kind of hard to read the words, but that's okay because the only things that were said were: *sigh* (In the first picture) and 'Listen up, you dopes!!!' (The Teacher's first words. Enjoy!
             ~E