Isadora

I finally got her done! I know this was the third challenge but I finally have an elf to call my very own!

Cassie

This was the challenge for Make-Believe Mondays group: Draw something with more than four legs. I used watercolor to paint this picture and I think that it turned out nicely.

After a long day of deiciding what to wear,
She threw on her old sneakers because she didn't care.

She had the perfect outfit, the perfect one to wear,
But she couldn't find matching shoes, not a single pair.

She finally heaved a sigh, put her shoes against the wall.
She decided that it was better to wear no shoes at all.

Giant

This was for the Make-Believe Mondays challenge: Giant. I don't like it as much as the one my mom started, but I think it's cute.

Nerdinator

That's actually supposed to sail "failed" tests not "faied"

Peter's Home and Gardens

Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn't keep her.
Put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.

This is a Make Believe Monday challenge, to illustrate this poem. I thought that I would work on my Pumpkin architecture. I think it turned out nice. Although I don't care for what I did with the stem.

Jade

This lovely fairy (or faerie), Jade, is one that I drew from Make-Believe Mondays. I searched day and night (or maybe just an hour) for the perfect name of this little creature of mine. Jade was the only name that really seemed to fit her. I wouldn't suggest looking at her when she's big. When she's small she looks nicer cuz you can't see all of her imperfections. :) And here's her poem to go with her:

She was scrubbing the floors when a thought came to mind.

“My sword play's the best the best of any other kind.”

She wondered, “Why do servant's work? I know I can do so much more.

I know I could fight the evil pixies and help us fairies win the war.”

A long and terrible battle was waging across the land.

She longed to go help them, she knew she could lend a hand.

She found her father's armor and tried it on for size.

It felt a little funny, it wouldn't win the beauty prize.

But it was stronger than the Elven borreel.

A metal only found in the land of Contanurborasticalseel.

Now only to find her perfect sword she would settle for only the best.

She looked for the one her grandfather gave her (after he'd been laid to rest).

She rode her steed-like mouse who'd been faithful all these years.

Now the only thing she had to do was wipe her mother's tears.

“I'll be back next year, don't you worry about me.

I'll come back without a scratch, just you wait and see.”

And when she flew off to fight for the King,

Her mother felt so proud like when Jade got her wings.

Jade fought beside the other men and new friends she did make.

She sent back a letter almost everyday for her parents' sanity's sake.

The day she came back the town had a celebration,

The gave hugs and kisses and looked up with admiration.

Jade told stories to children about strange animals she saw,

They all gasped aloud when she described an eagle's claw.

And the more she grew older the more stories she could tell,

For the King now trusted only her to guard his family well.

She became the country's hero when she sacrificed her life,

For a servant boy the Pixies took from a little old shoe-makers wife.

Her name became known far and wide, “Jade the Protector of All.”

And to think she started as a servant who cleaned the floors in the hall.

Penelope the Monster

I have written on original poem to accompany this marvelous creature that I have drawn and dubbed "Penelope"

Penelope always was a tiny thing,

Barely tall enough to talk to the Elf King.

Only 9 feet tall and 11 inches high,

She's a whole third of the size of her baby brother, Guy.

But that night was the night, her size wouldn't matter.

She was going to the ball. Maybe it was she, the prince would flatter.

She took out her favorite scarf, the pink and sparkley one,

And her skin had looked especially green when she got all her makeup done.

She sharpened her teeth to a very nice point.

She tried to look pretty only to, herself, disappoint.

On the way to the ball she thought in her mind,

“Can't I look pretty just once?” But no change did she find.

When she arrived at the palace she reluctantly did walk,

Up to the Prince and they started to talk.

They talked about everything from light bulbs to dogs,

and she left that night singing, and dancing with frogs.

But she found the next morning the prince was to marry,

“The most beautiful girl,” said her cousin named Gary.

“That won't be me,” she sulked in her room.

“I'm just a little monster whose beauty will never bloom.”

But that very next day as she got out of bed,

She heard a horse's clip-clop and she thought it was Uncle Ed.

Someone knocked on the door and Penelope was called.

There stood the prince! Right there in her hall!

He took her by the hand while they walked in the garden,

And he asked her to marry him and she said, “WHAT?! I mean, pardon?

“I'm not beautiful at all. I mean, look at my face!”

She let go of his hands and looked down with disgrace.

“What in the world do you mean?” asked the prince, appalled.

“Of all the girls I've ever met, you're the most beautiful of all.

I love the way you giggle and how you never boast.

You're gorgeous on the inside, and that's what matters most.”