Digipainthero - DigiPainthero

Hey, I can't really sleep right now, so I managed to pump out 2 chapters of my fanfiction. So hear some out of context memes

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I was bored and I pretty much been obsessed with this character for a little bit.

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Hey I had a project in my writing class to write a scene and I like it so I thought I would post it here I hope you like it

(The meeting of friends)

Jack sprinted around the lab throwing papers around as alarms went off. “Where is it where God dang it? why was he so unorganized!” he yelled slaming his fist against the table hitting a button he didn't even know was there causing something behind him to open. “What the” Jack says as he turns around being faced with another person, no not a person, a robot with a tall slim frame and neon blue eyes. Before he could do anything The machine seemed to scan him. “Jack Miller firstborn to Robert Miller. age 26 status single graduated top of his class In high school but dropped out of college now working a dead-end job at the Roxy Hill mall” They say in a nice calm voice. “How the hell did you know that!? What are you!?” he screamed against the wall the farthest he could be. “I am P.A.B Personal Assistant Bot. Now where is Mr.Miller?” Pab questioned looking at Jack as he started to calm down “he’s not with us anymore” Jack says starting to look again. “When will he be back?” Pab ask looking over Jack shoulder “Well, That’s the thing. He won't be back” he says, picking up a screwdriver and throwing it near a safe in the corner of the room. “I do not understand,” Pab pushed. They stared at all the paper tossed around the room. “He is dead.” Jack snaps hiting the table again causing Pab to stop moving. “Scanning definitions for “dead.’” Oh, I’m sorry.” “Hey um, do you know where a hard drive is? I really need to find it now.” He says as a loud screeching sound comes from the hallway a little too close for comfort. “Welll, mr miller always kept his harddrives in the safe.” Pab says pointing at the safe. “GReat - What is the code?” he says sliding to the safe. “Sorry. Mr Miller has stated that no one is allowed to access the safe.” Pab quotes With theirs hands behind theris back “Ugh COME ON!” Jack says behind them they hear the door get ripped of it’s hinges “son of a--!"

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