Comic Strip Number 21

Mirror, mirror...Hey, don't look at me, I'm not a narcissist!

Sheesh.

 

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 22

Chapter 22:
Fiona led Prince Samson and Princess Marilynn down, deep into the castle dungeon.
“Go in,” she said.
Princess Marilynn gave Fiona a quizzical look. “May I ask why?” She said. “Why do you think you have the authority to order us around?”
Fiona glared at her. “Because I’m the one in charge and you two are just two intruders who need to know who you’re dealing with.”
Marilynn looked Fiona up and down. “Ah. According to that, then…” Marilynn smirked. “I suppose I’m dealing with an emaciated rat.”
Prince Samson frowned at Marilynn. “What are you thinking?” He whispered. “Do you want to get us killed?”
Marilynn whispered back. “We’re already going to be killed, so why not have a little fun in the meantime?”
Prince Samson was about to say something more, but Fiona interrupted him. “So I’m an emaciated rat, eh? At least I don’t look like a carrot.”
Marilynn rolled her eyes, not at all affected. “No wonder you let us past,” she said. “You must have intelligence the size of a pea.”
Fiona’s eyes widened when she heard the word ‘pea’. “Why you…!”
“So what now, miss? Are you admitting it?” Marilynn continued talking.
“No I am not!” Fiona growled. “So what, I’m always serving my cousin Linda? So what, I’m always mistreated? So what, I think what we’re doing here is pointless? So what, everyone thinks I’m stupid? I am not!!”
Marilynn and Samson were silent. “You…You don’t like the witches’ plan?”
Fiona didn’t speak. A tear rolled down her eye. “I guess I’m busted, huh? Yeah, I don’t. I don’t understand the rest of them. And they don’t understand me.”
“You…Then, how can you be a witch?”
“I am a witch. But not a very good one, I’m sad to say.”
Marilynn smiled. “It’s alright. Everyone’s different.”
Fiona suddenly stood straight and looked Marilynn and Samson hard in the eye. “You know what? I want to help you.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

The 100th Post

The post that you are reading right now...Is my 100th (currently).

100 consecutive posts...What an accomplishment!  I can't believe I lasted this long.

I really hope you guys continue to support my blog and continue to read it!

Thank you very much!  I won't disappoint you!

-Vociferously yours, Icky Vicky.

A Story Of Hate

In a classroom, there are always conflicts. It's inevitable, really.

Here's a story I'd like to share with you guys.  You decide whether it's real or not.


I first heard about it last year. It was a beautiful early spring morning. We were all ready to learn. We were all excited for our next project.


And then a boy told me a secret of his. He hated someone. That someone was a girl who was insanely nice and always willing to help. So I asked him why.


"She's so bossy! She never listens to others." I shrugged. It wasn't any of my business anyways.


Then came May. The Swing Dance program started.  Every time we had Swing Dance, that boy would try to avoid that girl.  Every time, he would fail.  I still remember seeing his face as he unwillingly held out his hands to begin the dance.


Every chance possible, that boy would tell me how much he detested her.  Every chance possible!  He would say really mean things about her that weren't even true.  I never understood why; That girl never bothered him at all.


This year, his hatred only intensified.  He started to criticize the way she looked!  The way she worked!  Everything about her!  Yet why, that remained a mystery.


He begged us not to put him beside her when someone else and I were doing the seating plan.  "I'll do anything!" He pleaded.  We were soft on him, so we agreed.


A few months ago, I heard something along the lines of "she sat on him" and whatever.  Bizarre rumours.


Just the other day, that boy told me that the one person he would get rid of to make the world a better place...Is HER.


The hate story continues...Stretching out until perhaps forever.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip Number 20

Ah, I deleted the real Comic Strip Number 20 and I decided to use this one.

The Winter Olympics 2010...At Vancouver.  How lovely.  So many athletes are coming here to compete.  So many talented people.

But the weather...Gosh, I heard it sucks.  So much sun, so much rain...Not enough SNOW!!!

 

I think Canada should invent some sort of weather-controlling device or something.  Blech.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 21

Yay, chapter 21!

Chapter 21:
“It’s a pea? What the devil?” King William examined the pea closely. “Why did this pea hit me on the head?”
“We do not know,” Queen Sandra nervously said. “But I do not think it is just a coincidence.”
“You mean…You think someone is behind this?” King William rubbed his aching head.
“There are no pea plants around here, and the wind isn’t strong enough to blow this here. There must be a witch around.” Both King William and Queen Sandra nodded in consensus.
“Ah! That was very smart! I am impressed!” A fierce maniacal voice cried out like branches snapping. With a whooshing sound, a figure swept down from the east wall of Ruby Cross. She landed gracefully, barely making a sound. The figure stood up. She had bright blue hair, gleaming black eyes, and she was wearing the standard witch uniform. “It’s just what I would expect from vous deux, le roi et la femme du roi.”
“Helen Crosby!” Queen Sandra exclaimed incredulously. Her eyes narrowed. “It’s a great pleasure to see you here, Ms Crosby.” Queen Sandra’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“What do you want?” King William harshly demanded. He did not want to stall, with the control of his kingdom at sake.
“Oh, nothing much, really,” Helen Crosby jauntily sauntered around, with a casual smile on her face. “In fact, I am quite pleased. I never knew you two would be around here. Didn’t my daughter lock you up?”
“Your daughter is a fool, for all I’ve seen.” King William hated the stalling.
“Humph, so you’ve escaped. How lovely.” Helen Crosby still kept a friendly tone.
“Stop stalling already. You know us, and we know you.” Queen Sandra was starting to get irritated as well.
“Very well, then.” Helen Crosby stopped pacing and her expression became cold. “You two are jeopardizing my plan. I will not allow you to advance any further.”
Helen snatched the pea from King William’s hand and held it up. “Ouvrir, ma cherie. Ouvrir.”
King William and Queen Sandra got sucked into the pea.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Today is February 14th.  The day of horror.  The day of wrath.  DIES IRAE!!

Well, at least for some.  But to the rest of you, have a nice romantic day with your sweetie and enjoy life while you still can.

Here's to all my supporters:

And here's to my haters, or just anyone who does not appreciate the awesomeness of today:

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Replacing Comic Strip Number 20 For The Week

Princess and the Pea Chapter 20

Wow, I've completed twenty chapters, yet barely sixteen pages on Microsoft Word.  Bizarre.

Chapter 20:
While Samson and Marilynn followed Fiona down the hall with their hands up, Queen Sandra and King William had finally reached their Kingdom, Ruby Cross.
“We are here, dear,” Queen Sandra sighed. “Luckily, the witches have not made any horrific damage yet.”
“Yes, we are very fortunate. But remember, we have our things to do. I have to go fight any remaining witches while you have to go wake up your soldiers. We must part ways now.”
And they separated, Queen Sandra going east, King William going west. Above them, Helen Crosby watched. “So they escaped, huh. How sad. I suppose Princess Marilynn and Prince Samson have also left. I’m sure my daughter can take care of them, though…” And she left.
Queen Sandra found most of her soldiers lined up near the main gate, eyes closed and arms drooping. They were leaning against the barrier wall, completely fast asleep. Queen Sandra sighed.
“Phil? Jacque? Please wake up…” Queen Sandra lightly shook her soldiers, hoping that they would answer or even make a sound in reply. “Oh, please, dear soldiers, our kingdom needs you right now.”
But it was all useless. Queen Sandra felt desolate. Her soldiers were all in some sort of witch spell. She didn’t know how to break them. When she was a little princess, she had no tutors to teach her these things. Only Marilynn could do such wonders.
Queen Sandra continued to hurry around her kingdom, shaking her soldiers. It was all once again, useless. Queen Sandra circled around and around…She finally gave up. But she decided to try to meet up with her husband. She wanted to be of some use.
The queen found King William wandering around the outskirts of the kingdom, dagger up in defence. He was stepping around cautiously.
“Dear…!” Queen Sandra called out to him.
“Sandra? Is that you? How was it...?”
But he was interrupted, for suddenly something hit him on the head hard. “Ouch!” King William rubbed his head frantically.
Queen Sandra picked up the object, and looked at it peculiarly. “It’s…” She stammered. “It’s just a pea.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Me Playing Haydn's Sonata in C Major

Me playing Haydn's Piano Sonata in C Major (Hob XVI:35) this time. First movement.

Enjoy again.



-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Me Playing Schubert's Impromptu in E Flat

Me playing Schubert's Impromptu in E flat Major (no. 2).

Enjoy.



-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 19

Nineteen used to be my student number...Whatever, that's irrelevant.

Chapter 19:
A blue mist enveloped the pea, and out of the second crease, a bubble came out. It started out small, but it became bigger and bigger until it was almost half the size of an adult human. Marilynn and Samson backed away slowly.
“What is that?” Samson whispered at Marilynn.
“I don’t know. Ssh, just watch it!”
The bubble reached its maximum size. It bobbled there for a second, and then out of nowhere, two figures appeared inside it. Their silhouettes fizzled and slowly became clear. Two people of royalty, wearing gowns and robes, were stuck inside it.
Prince Samson blinked twice, not believing his eyes. Those two figures were his parents! “Mother…Queen Lilly…Is that you? Father…King Henry…Is that you?”
Marilynn turned to Samson incredulously. “Your parents are trapped inside that bubble?”
Queen Lily pounded against the bubble. Her voice came out in soft echoes. “Samson, Marilynn…Please save us…!”
King Henry looked at them with sad eyes. “We both got captured by the witches, son. It’s up to you now, to stop them…”
The silhouettes faded. “No!” Prince Samson whispered painfully. “Don’t go…!”
The bubble itself shrank and shrank, and finally disappeared into the second crease of the tiny pea.
Marilynn and Samson were silent for a few moments. Samson spoke up. “We have to save them!”
“I know. We have to take the pea…”
Marilynn closed the lid of the pea case and picked it up. “Come on, let’s go –…”
She was interrupted, for the door of Linda’s room suddenly opened. Fiona stepped in, armed with her spear. She snarled at them. “You…! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!”
Marilynn and Samson automatically brought their arms up in surrender. The pea case tumbled to the ground.
“You scoundrels come with me!” Fiona led them down the hall, spear at their throats.
Samson sighed. How were they going to get out of this one?

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip Number 19

Flowers are known to do strange things.  Huh.

 

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.