Freaky Frog Dream

So I had a weird dream that woke me up this morning. It was about a frog trying to eat me. He would crawl through the ceiling and try to get me. Like all you would see is this bump moving towards you from the ceiling.  And the frog was like 2 people. He was someone I knew and someone/something scary. Before he became possessed the frog and I were looking for someone/something. Obviously he found it first. I'm pretty sure if I found it I would have killed it. The frog hates whatever is inside him. Making him do horrible things. (like trying to eat me) When we were searching for this thing he thought it would be the greatest thing. He wanted to get it before me, because he knew I would get rid of it. So the frog can't deal with IT anymore and tries to kill himself but he can't because whatever is in him wont allow it. If he throws himself off of a cliff he just starts to sticks to trees and kinda pulls himself up. It was really creepy in the dream.  Thinking maybe somehow I can turn this into a story. Just an idea

The Bully Frog

I want to thank Michael Shultz for the title of my story. I couldn't think of one and he threw one out there and it stuck.

There once was a bullfrog
who lived in a bog.
He was
BIG.
He was
green.
He was
very
very
MEAN.


He would eat your brother
or even your mother,
if you were a rat,
or even a bat.
If you were a turtle,
he wouldn't care.
He ate a snake
on a dare.  
He ate a bird
right out of its nest.
But even you
could never guess
that he'd eat a little frog
and carry on
like nothing was wrong.


So when the heavy rain came
and washed him away,
everyone thought
hip-hip!
Hurray!
No one even
bothered to look.


Meanwhile the bullfrog
was cold and he shook.
He was lost.
He was cold.
He missed his dad
and even the mold.

Then a beast,
so BIG,
snapped a twig
and looked his way
with bright glowing eyes.
The frog,
he thought
of all of his lies,
like the one that said
that he ate a bird
right out of its bed.
Or when he said
he would eat his brother.
Even the one
about eating your mother.

He squeezed his eyes, so tight.
He squeezed them shut
with all of his might.
This bullfrog was
quite a sight
with his eyes squeezed tight
and shaking with fright.
But when he felt
a human hand
his eyes popped out
and he started to scream
and he started to shout.


Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!”
That's all the man heard.
“Let me go! Let me go! You giant old turd!”
The man just shoved him into a box.
 Then the guy
did something strange.
He took the bullfrog home
where he soon got a name.
The man had a son
who thought it would be fun
to give him the name
Froggy.


Soon “Froggy”
found out
they had a doggy.
It was black.
It was
wrinkly
and
very
very
stinky.
It followed him
around
and around
and around.


The kid thought it was funny,
but the mommy
did not.
She screeched
and she screamed
until “Froggy” was caught.
He was put into a cage,
but he wasn't alone.
It turned out to be
an iguana's home.

The Iguana was
BIG.
The Iguana was
green.
The Iguana looked
very
very
MEAN.



Froggy looked at the iguana
and started to freak out.
He started to scream.
He started to shout.
“Be quiet,” the iguana said.
“Go to sleep.
Go to bed.”

Then he closed his eyes
and put down his head.
The bullfrog jumped
far away.
He stayed up all that night
and all the next day.


Until finally the Iguana asked,
“What's wrong with you?”
The bullfrog,
he knew
what he had to do.
He jumped into the iguana's
food tray.
“If you're going to eat me
then eat me, okay?”
He squeezed his eyes tight,
waiting for the iguana's
sharp bite.
Instead he heard laughter.
“I'm a vegetarian.”
And the bullfrog
and iguana
lived ....

Happily
Ever
After.

More Sketches

I drew these sketches today. I didnt completely like the one with gir riding the pig and the devil and angel girl . That's why I redrew them.

DRAWING PICTURES

I have been drawing pictures all day of a character named GIR. I have some other sketches in here that I also drew. My kids think I should write a story about GIR. Also if you take notice my son tried to copy my GIR.

I finished a story about a frog. I am working on a title and having my sister, Candace, the editor look it over before I post it for everyone to see. Until then here is a poem for you.


I want to write something
something I'm not sure.
Sure to be long
Long enough to be short.
Short like my mom
Moms are great
Great like a queen.
Queens are majestic
Majestic like you.
You aren't royal?
Royal, like Catherine.
Catherine the Great.
Great like the best.
Best get going
Going to get me some rest.



I know it's not very rhymey but it was something i wanted to try. Where, when I ended with a word I would start the next line that word.It was all over the place and not really on topic but it was my first try trying something like that and it was spur of the moment. If anyone else tries it please post a comment and let me see it. Thanks

I have a sequel to the story Vampires in the Basement. I will post it but I just don't like the story anymore. It's too complicated and everything seems to be all over the place. I am posting it because I need to see the differences between how I could write before and how I am able to write now. But I am not sure if I am going to post the sequel first or if I will post a new story I am working on.

Cassandra Lynn

I was getting ready for bed and these words just popped into my head and I had to write them . I didnt want to just roll over, go to sleep and forget it in the morning. So here it is. What was keeping me up tonight. :)

My mom,

she gave me,

a beautiful name.

Cassandra Lynn

Davidson.

Then,my dad,

he called me Casey.

Which changed to KC.

Which is now spelled

K-A-Y-C-I.

Then I fell in love

and married a man.

So my name is no longer

Cassandra Lynn 

Davidson.

Now you may call me

Cassandra Lynn

Miller.

Some people,

they call me

Mrs. Miller.

But I will always be

Cassandra Lynn.

I told you it once

and I'll say it again.

I will forever be 

Cassandra

Lynn.