|I swear I'm not usually this girly -snicker-|
Generations from nowIt won't be long until a little boy, laying on his bed, SnapChatting his friends between Candy Crush and Flappy Bird sessions, glances out the window.Generations from now by RedTearRiding
There will be an old man sitting on his porch across the street, reading a book. He'll look up at a younger man running down the street towards him.
The younger man will tap his wrist with his forefinger twice.
In a weathered voice the old man will call, "Ten thirty-two."
The younger man will give a thumbs up. He'll continue to run.
And this will remind the little boy of a question he keeps forgetting to ask. He wanders into the kitchen.
"Mom," he'll say. It's his mother week- he'd rather ask dad but he can't until Monday. "Mom, I have a question."
She'll turn her attention to him sweetly. "Yes, what is it?"
"Why do people tap their wrist when they want to know what time it is? They can just check their phone."
She'll laugh like a good mother does and sit him at the table. "I have a secret for you. When I was your age-"
"Oh, not this aga
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Alfred threw the bowl full of melted chocolate across the kitchen. "Al, If you're going to destroy a kitchen, destroy SOMEONE ELSE'S." Oliver said, annoyed with the mess that Alfred made. "Shut up!" Alfred growled, Turning back to the batter of Chocolate.
Oliver sighed and walked over to Alfred, who was sulking. Looking over his shoulder, there was a recipe for Caramel-filled Chocolate. Alfred braced himself for laughter, but Oliver just gave him a pat on the back. "If you wanted to make some Chocolate, You should've asked me." He said, turning around to get his apron.
"But I thought-""Hey! No excuses, young man!" Oliver scolded, a grin on his face. "I'm going to give you a cooking lesson, So pay attention!" Alfred could only sigh in defeat.
Two hours had passed. He Wiped sweat from his forehead, he looked down at the heart shaped chocolates, all packed in a red coloured box. "See? That wasn't so bad!" Oliver exclaimed, patting Alfred's shoulder. Alfred didn't rep
Wow.. been a while. I got a job at a local
slaughterhouse meat processing plant so I've had basically no time for art. I'm trying but I have no inspiration ;_; So.. I hate to beg but.. anyone want to request something? I really want to draw people's teams from Pokémon X/Y, or any Pokémon really. It's freee~eeee~
Oh, and I'm also working on a few things, new characters and I'm thinking of revisiting old, so hopefully I'll have something new posted soon.