gekkogecko

A young woman named Anna loved making art, and practiced painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical paintbrushes, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Tokyo, and a portrait of Jun Fukuyama that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby backpack for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in painting to create the

I stand on the gray street corner, waiting for the silver light to change. Above me hang fuscous streetlights, and below me lays granite battleship concrete of different shades, beaten into speckled patterns. Across the street wait dark slate and silver-lining-of-clouds people, their pearly, wrinkled hands holding shiny steel colored bags, lead-tinted, tight, new briefcases and dull, heavy, sagging purses, their bodies covered in tight ashen wool suits, their tiny white eyes bleakly staring at the shining screens of their iron smartphones –androids and iPhones, a few blackberries looking ready to head for the trash- thos

The cat stalks along Padded foot following padded foot Through the darkness, passing lights That flicker throughout the house. The cat moves silently, jumping, With a thud onto a bed, Curling up against a warm lump Under many covers. As the cat settles down, curling up, Tail flopping up and down, The lump shifts, a skinned hand Reaches out to stroke the warm fur Of the cat. The cat purrs in response, Licking a furry paw, and then Falling asleep.