Welcome To Fitzville

Book !, Chapter !

            "Well there are so many funny things about Halloween," said S.I.M.O.N., "But one thing I really don't follow up on this whole Trick Or Treat thing." He stuck a knife into a pumpkin and began to cut around the stem. "All I ever see are treats, and you'll get in trouble for tricks. And how do you know the little brat at your doorstep dressed up like a goblin isn't an actual goblin? It's so confusing!"

            Ursela turned around from her pumpkin patch outside. She stuck her head through the slide door to the inside. "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

            S.I.M.O.N. just rolled his eyes. "Never mind then."

            Ursela rolled some pumpkins into her house, rabbits and squirrels following behind. From the field they heard their dear friend Drake growl. He came too the door, mauled rabbit in hand and slammed it on the floor. The other critters backed away slowly, hiding behind Ursela in fear.

            Drake gave Ursela a fierce glare, then met her eye to eye as he walked to the kitchen with two pumpkins, on one shoulder. "Get your little bastards together, Snow White," he said bitterly, then slammed the pumpkins on the table. this nearly made the knife in S.I.M.O.N.' s hand fly out, but he kept a steady grip. He set the knife down carefully and brushed off the dirt on his button-up. Then S.I.M.O.N. gave Drake warning look. "You know, I'd appreciate it if you didn't take such a close friend's name in vain." he said.

            "Yeah yeah yeah, I get it Mr.Fairytale, you wanna go home," complained Drake, "Well, you already know kid, you can't go back until we find a legitimate way back." He stuck his hand into the top of the pumpkin, long, sharpened nails piercing the  pumpkin, and ripped out the stem. "Until then, you're just gonna have to live in our world."

            S.I.M.O.N. let out a heavy, sad sigh. "Yes, I understand..." He then looked at Ursela's bookshelf, which had many old books, including the Fairytale collection that he had came from. Back in the book world, he was a fairy prince of the sun, a true fae of royalty. And he still has his magic, but he's stuck in a mortal body. Which means that unlike his royal fae body, he can die very easily. Which also means he has to be careful, VERY careful, here in Fitzville.

            Because there are people like Drake, wanted criminals and mass-murderers, that live here in Fitzville, and the mayor is too scared to even try to do something about it. 'Though,' thought S.I.M.O.N., 'It's probably the smart thing to do, hiding and all, since they don't seem to be the normal Earth criminal. Though if this was my city I would execute them.'

            The thought of burning Drake at the stake somehow pleased him. It sent a hot sensation from his heart to his ears, and he giggled with excitement. He closed his eyes whilst still giggling, and he had zoned out a bit.

            Because when he had opened his eyes, he had found the knife he was using to carve the pumpkin in Drake's abdomen. Drake looked down blade, then slowly brought his head up to meet S.I.M.O.N.'s  in an angry gaze. he pulled the knife slowly out of his stomach. And dropped it on the ground.

            "You better run, kid," growled Drake, warning hi m.

            S.I.M.O.N. smiled with confidence yet worrisome. "Bring it on, a prince can surely take you down." 

          

  Joe Pacnosa was a lovely young man. He was a straight A junior student, and possessed great physical strength. The only thing stopping him from being perfect was the fact he was blind. Born with the disability, unfortunately, he doesn't know what single thing could look like. He was compassionate to his family, which was his mother and his little sister Carly.

            And he lived in a city called Fitzville, which was just outside of New York City, and no normal people went there, for their own safety.

            The funny thing about him being blind-he always knew where something was. Telepathy, as you would call it. In fact, it seems that the only downfall to his lack of sight was just simply image.

            He also was a genius, and had a thing for tinkering and machinery. His bedroom is full of gadgets and gizmos, books upon books, and you could barely see the floor it was so cluttered. If this boy had a normal destiny or a normal life, he would be a master inventor. If.

            Once upon a time this jock was a rather rotund little boy, back in elementary school. He would get picked on for that, plus of his illegible handwriting, and he used to stutter quite a bit. And he continued to be picked day by day on until eighth grade, when gave a smack down to a fellow student. Or more like a smack forward, until the boy hit a wall, and nearly was crushed by the impact. Yes, that physical strength he had was immense. Though even after a few months the harassment started up again. Freshman year however, everyone had new attitudes for Joe. They loved him, admired him, but most importantly...

            ...everyone FEARED him.

           

            You see, he was had an unexpected visit once. It happened at night, for you see, most mystical, supernatural, and even dangerous events happen at night. He was practicing some basketball at the court. It started to rain, so not being to fond of the rain, he began to pack his things, but then wind began to blow, harder and harder every second. He couldn't move, and it only seemed to be around him. Trees were still, yet he could feel the wind. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and passed out. But, he saw a vision. There was a rather tall, sturdy figure above, and he spoke words of destiny...

            "Rise my child, and take my throne."

            Memories of an ancestry came flooding in, none of them being his own. Once he woke up, this had been determined: he was to become a king. A king of pure chaos.

            And he proved it. Evidence: sweet goodbyes to Herman Middle School. Torn down by wind and rain, electrical hay wires, earthquakes-all concentrated on that one area of the town. That one vicinity.  No where else. Not much, but definately death upon the staff and student body.

            And that is why one should never mess with Joe Pacnosa. Ever.

            

My  most sacred object is one I will never let go until I die. It may sound silly, but it is a teddybear I had named Sunbear, since it was yellow like the sun. I pretty much grew up with him, having him since I was four, and apparently so passionate about the bear that through the years I have given him a gender. That is how connected I am with this bear, that I have considered him to be another creature on this planet. I know this is sounding ridiculous and somewhat obsessive, but I had Sunbear for ten years. Ten years is enough to grow so close to an item as I am to him.

Wow, ten years. That's a long time, especially considering that I am only fourteen years old. Let's talk fractions here. 10/14 years is how long I've had Sunbear, right? If we fully simplify that fraction, it's 5/7. That that is a lot. Percentage would be about 71% when rounded. Big number right?  

Now as far as the origin of this bear that has been with me that rounded 71% of my life, I still really not quite sure. Supposedly, according to my parents, I stole it from sister while she was still in her crib, about one years old, but even then they aren't that sure either. I almost don't want to believe that story, because it kind of makes me feel cruddy. How would you feel if you were told that a close object of yours that you had know idea where you got it became your item because you stole it? Not only did you steal it, but you stole it from your literal baby sister, who is completely defenseless, and you got four years on her? Not so well would you? You would kind of feel like a jerk and that you shouldn't even have this but you still keep because it is precious. Trust me, my sister fully believes that story like it is her religion, and she use it as excuse to take him every now and then. It rarely happens though, but it still grinds on my gears.

Now, this is probably the 30th time I've said this, but this bear is old. And just to let you know, it looks old too. Really old. First off, he isn't even yellow anymore. He's this weird ugly warm grey color. I haven't washed him once (sorry I know that sounds very gross and shouldn't be said but it's the truth). He is also very torn up for whatever reason; he has a hole in his "neck" area and his leg is falling off at the seams. His cotton stays in however, because it is so beat and push together that it has lost all of it's fluffiness it probably once possessed. The thread in the nose embroidery is lose, too. And the ribbon that was once tied neatly around his neck into a bow is now strangled around his neck and arm like a noose or something. Looking back at that I wonder, "What happened to this bear and where did I go wrong?"

Yes this bear is old. Yes this bear is broken in many ways. Yes this bear was probably the result four year-old thief me. But i still love him, and when I die, I want something honorable to happen to him. Possibly, he could either be buried with me or I could pass it on to my future children. Whatever happens, I just want that bear to still have a special meaning beyond my grave. Sunbear is truly sacred to me.

About Me

Hello!

To whoever took the time to read this blog, thank you!

My name is Hannah. I enjoy drawing and doing different art projects. I have plans to be a comic book writer when I grow up, or possibly be a commission artists, which is someone who will illustrate something for someone in return for currency. Hopefully though, I will get at least one comic book out that was created, written, illustrated by me.

You're wondering who this guy is above huh?

That is my little mascot, The Panda. He is kind of an icon to represent me and my fursona (a fursona is an animal version of yourself sort of or an animal character you made)

But this entry isn't about him, it's about me, so I'm going to move on. *Panda makes a sad face and walks away* Maybe another entry.

So anyways, some more things about me. I love truffles. Specifically Lindt Milk-Chocolate truffles. They are truly amazing, and if you haven't tried one, you must. I also love pandas (der) because they are so cute and they deserve to be noticed more! I also love to make characters and such. I'm trying to figure out a way to tell the story of my own little series called "Welcome To Fitzville". I want to post it here, but it kind of contains explicit content. It's not entirely like that, but some of the characters and situations are bit on the "eh" side (like swearing, crude humor, or graphic events). deviantART is another option, I feel like that is reserve for my artwork and maybe a few written pieces.

My family is small, and I mean who lives with me and who is closest to me. It consists of my mom, dad, and little sister Lorelai. I have a cat name Teddy, a black gold fish named Edgar, and a speckled gold fish named Socrates. They have done a horrible deed that involves us going to Hershey Park for a week and there being four fish there before we left. Can never look at them the same way again. Nope.

As far as interests go, there are two things I am really a nerd/geek/dork/so into you don't even know about. Number one is gemstones or minerals. I LOVE gemstones, and my favorite used to be amethyst but now it is lepidolite:

This thing. Isn't it pretty? Most people probably don't know what this is.

The second thing I adore is creepypasta, which are horror stories on the internet. Some people make their own horror characters and write stories on wattpad, google.docs, or deviantART (those are the stories I usually put there). I have my own character, Night Shadow:

My friend drew this picture, but this him. 

(Btw I don't know if you can tell but I like purple as well)

Well, that's about it for me! Hope you enjoy my first entry!