Sunday, August 31, 2014

Letter To John Smith

Please Note: This is a letter that I wrote today to a man named John Smith. He is extremely rude and perverted and also an alcoholic. Needless to say no one likes him. I would have given him this letter today before I lift my sister's, but she advised against it as he throws fits like a two year old when ever someone doesn't like him and she doesn't want to listen to the brat whine. So to save her a headache, I did not send it to him. But I don't mind sharing it with whoever comes on this blog.

August 31st, 2014
Greetings John Smith,
This letter will not find you well.
I do NOT care that I pissed you off. Odds are, I never will. Let’s face it, I don’t care for you. You are one of those people who give off a vibe that I do not like. You always have and always will be. I merely play nice because that is my nature.
Let’s start with something simple. You told me, “Kristian, turn around.” Even after I looked and acknowledged your presence. I do NOT have to follow your orders, as that is how it was heard and taken. I felt insulted and angered and thus reacted as such.
If you have a problem with how I address you, check yourself first. Odds are you’ve don’t something to upset me. Other times, I am having a bad day and you should leave me alone.
Also, I am still pissed off at you for the phone call in which you asked if anyone had ‘accosted’ me the day after a man tried to sexually assault me at my home. Yes, I took great offense to that and still do. I will NOT apologize as I am NOT sorry. But you should really keep comments as such to yourself.
You are NOT my family. You are NOT my friend. You are NOT even an acquaintance to me. You are just someone my sister and brother-in-law and their two daughters live with. Nothing more.
No I am not sorry for this letter. No I will not apologize for it. You will just have to deal with it.
Good Day,

Kristian Anastasia Gault

The Balcony

Cleovim stood at the balcony. The view was breathtaking. She had never seen anything like it before. She looked down at the people going about their lives below. She wondered if they would hear her if she screamed.
“What are you doing?” A voice made her jump.
“Just admiring the view.” She turned to face the tall man. “And planning my escape.” She thought as she meet his disapproving look with an unhappy glare. “Is that a problem?”
“Not for the moment.” He answered.
There was a long silence as they stared each other down. This man had kidnapped her hours before. The other men who were with them before had split ways, talking about meeting up at the ‘fort’ later. He had brought her to this hotel, bond and gagged in a large suitcase. She hated him. There was only one problem that stood out in her mind.
“Why?” She asked through gritted teeth. He arched an eyebrow at her, but stated silent. “Why did you kidnap me?” Cleovim crossed her arms.
He smirked. “You’re worth a lot.” He walked up to her and grabbed her under her chin and forced her to look up at him. “Imagine how much money and land your family will give us to just have you.”
Cleovim gritted her teeth and squirmed out of his grasp. She knew of cases like these and she didn’t want to be another body in the river. “And what will become of me once you guys have what you want?”
The man shrugged. “That’s boss’ call. Not mine. I’m just supposed to keep you till we get to the fort. So be a good little birdie and I won’t have to put you in the suitcase again.” He patted her on the head before she turned on his heel to leave. “I have some errands to run, so don’t try anything.”

Cleovim glared at the closed door for a minute or two. Then she began to look about. She needed a way out of this hotel without anyone noticing her. She didn’t want to risk bumping into him or anyone he worked with.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Rewriting an old tale

I have plans to re-write an old story of mine. The only name it has is Kyuketsuki. I began working on the story in 2002 when I was 8 and created my first character, Cleovim. It has since envolved over the years. There has been at least 5 to 6 drafts of the story that I can remember. and only one of those drafts has ever been completed in full.
I even began to make a comic/manga of the story. the comic is incomplete but it is 100 pages long. I doubt anyone cared for it really as I never got any feedback on it. But it was a good practice for me. I learned a lot working on it.
As for this new draft, a lot has changed, but a lot is still the same. The biggest changes are coming from the fact that I am tying this story into Spider Princess in that they both inhabit the same world. One character has went from a vampire to a demon. Another has had his whole back story changed. Some characters will have to meet instead of growing up together. A lot has changed. I have the opening of the story drafted. and I will post it.
I'm super proud of myself for finding a way to go with this tale. I really am. and I hope that you will all enjoy it.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

My apologizes that I missed updating on the August 6th. I got into a car accident on the 5th. It's been very chaotic since then. My dad and my papa (grandfather) have both informed me that the only reason I survived is because I was wearing my seat belt.
I am doing better though and will try to keep up with my updating schedule. I have some new pieces I'll be sharing. Plus that poem I mentioned last month.
Hugs to you all,

Art Block (Poem)

Art Block
By Krissie Gault
I wanna be funny,
But I can’t the bone for it
I settled down in the chair
Turned my music on shuffle
And grabbed my pencil
And then I stare
The white page, blank before me
Loathing the emptiness I see before me
Loathing even more the nothingness inside me
Did my brain go out on a lunch break?
My heart is pounding, demanding
Write, draw, make, create
Yet while I know I want to create
My brain isn’t pumping out the ideas
Those ideas that sprout like flowers
Crystalizing the invisible air
Yet when I finally sit
Prepared and ready
To harvest the rip ideas
Who shine so brightly that I just can’t ignore them
But when I go to work on the stare
My brain can’t send them out
It’s been hijacked and kidnapped
The walls so thick and tall
I can’t find my way in
Boarding my brain up in a box
A black that inside holds the light
Leaving me in the dark
As I try to do what my pounding heart’s demanding
To write, draw, make, create
But nothing of worth is coming out
Only messy scribbles and scrabbles
As another piece of paper is laid to waste
One after another
As I glare at the art block
Such a dastardly bastard
Who stole my brain who flows like the river of ideas
In all the colors of the wind
But holding hostage, persisting on keeping us apart
I stand outside the giant wall,
Banging my hands against the rough brick
Until they’re scarred and bleeding
Locked tight in its position
Tears of frustration stain my eyes
As I now want to drop the pencil in my bleeding hand
But I refuse to give up and let you have that satisfaction
Of knowing you beat me down and stole my source of imagination.
So while I fell to my knees in this sea of paper wasted
I screamed and cursed your existence
And while I struggle and stumble,
I stand up again and steady myself
With my fingers locked tight on the pencil
I scribble and scrabble on your prison walls
Turning each brick into another page
Which’ll lay to waste in the field
And one by one, I take those a thousand steps
To recycle you Art Block
And as your walls begin to disintegrate,
The colors, sounds, and visions begin to take shape
Becoming clearer with every new page I create
And as I get to the last piece I glance around
A sea of wasted papers surrounds me
Up to my waist with rocks of broken pencils and pens.
Holding up the final creation of this war
I can’t help but smile
Because behold!
I’ve found the diamond in the rough
A star grander and brighter
Then what it could have been
Had you not arrived
So while I hate your presence when you’re here
You make me writer harder, draw bigger, make better, create louder.
So while I hate you when you’re here
I must say, thank you art block
For pushing me and forcing me
To crystalize flowers from those invisible an untouchable breaths
To create diamonds from those crystalize flowers
Until they shine like twinkling stars
Mushing them together until they create their own planet
Until finally, I’m under the sea of tossed away pages
Only to hold an covet the diamond in the rough
So thank you Art Block for making me
Writer harder
Draw bigger
Make better

Create louder