Tea and Prose
Day 25 Inktober : Splat
One day a girl named Mrin was walking down the road when suddenly she heard the clouds crack and roar. She quickly whipped out her umbrella and was surprised to hear a loud splat instead of the pitter-patter of rain drops. But what shocked her beyond belief was when she looked down and saw a puddle of colorful muck stuck to her feet. “What sorcery is this!” she exclaimed. “Did the clouds get high on buckets of paints or am I just dreaming again?”
Day 24 Inktober : Extinct
They got it wrong dear Pluto, don’t let them say mean things to you. So what if you are expelled from the solar system, you can never be extinct from our hearts.
Day 8 Inktober – “Teeth”
When you’re hungry and your inner tiger unleashes its fury.
Perched on the branch,
Mr. Cat watched the changing colors of the sky,
With its emerald eyes.
The black and white version of the sketch looks cleaner but the colored version highlights the imperfections, just to make things more believable and achievable.
The sky has turned pink and blue.
The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.
The sun is going down the horizon
Leaving behind colors of twilight.
To hold on to;
Before returning,
To the stillness of a long black night.
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