]Stick Monkey Chronicles
Art. When you think of it, what comes to mind? Is it Music? Drawing? Painting? Well those are all fine examples of art, but for me, art is so much, more.
When I think of art, I think of, "Passion." That drive that just keeps me going as I draw. I don't think of art as work, because the passion that I feel for art is enough. The satisfaction of a project completed, and completed brilliantly just makes my heart pound faster.
I am Brendan Thomas and I am an artist. This story is about--Wow, your smart. Yes, it is about Art. About something extraordinary that happened to me, that completely inspired me to strive on! To never lose the "Heart of the Artist" beating within me.
I caution you that wierdness is present and accounted for throughout this entire narration. Be prepared something so wierd and strange has happened in the past few hours that I can not even begin to describe to anyone unless I use words. And as I write this funny tiny monkey is watching my every move. But it isn't an ordinary monkey. It unlike anything I have ever seen before... The only way I can describe this is to call it a, "Stick Monkey." Hey, I told you this was wierd, now let me tell you how this happened...
This is the TRUE Account of: The Stick Monkey Chronicles.
Entry One: The Pieces Come Together
It all began a couple of days ago, I had just come home from a totally awesome day at High School. On the way home I found a pencil on the ground. It was of a very unique build, and one that I couldn't wait to try out! So, I was happy to sit down and get to work on a character I had been thinking of drawing for weeks! I drew the head first, A monkey head. Then I drew it's body and it looked like a stick man, only with a monkey head and a tail. I smiled the pencil worked really well! Never before had I seen such a clear sketch.
I quickly titled the paper with the words, "Stick Monkey." and put the pencil away and laid down on my bed to take a short nap. I had been up so late the night before that I desperately needed it!
The next minute I knew, my alarm was blaring and I jumped awake. The clock said Seven O'Clock. I sighed, I hadn't meant to sleep THAT much. I walked over to my desk to draw some more when I found that the paper I had used was blank! BLANK I had just drawn on it a few hours ago. I thought it might have been a dream, until my pencil holder was knocked over.
My eyes widend and I rubbed them many times. For, right in front of me was the tiny monkey I had drawn. It was looking right at me with the same eyes that I had drawn on him. I jumped back.
"What are you?!" I asked it. To my stupor, it began laughing hard.
"Stick Monkey is Stick Monkey!" He replied and jumped on my shoulder. I froze and stared at it as it looked at me.
"W-Where did you come from, little dude?" I asked, not believeing that this was real. "You have to be a dream!"
"Nope! Stick Monkey is not a dream!" It replied and jumped down on me desk and mock bowed. "I came from you! PAPA!"
"PAPA?!" Boy, was I surprised! I wasn't even dating anyone and this thing was calling me, "Papa." This thing wasn't even human! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON A PIECE OF PAPER!
"Ok, I drew you..but why are you like..moving?" I asked.
To my dismay, the stick monkey shrugged, "Stick Monkey doesn't know that answer!" It said as it took out a piece of paper and began folding it into a tiny hat. I sighed and sat down on my bed and watched it.
"So why are you here?" I asked it.
The stick monkey looked up at me and shrugged and placed the hat on it's head. I fell back on my bed.
"This is going to be interesting. How am I going to explain this to dad?" I asked myself. Suddenly the stick monkey jumped on my stomach.
"HAHA! Don't tell your dad then!" It said as it started to dance. "Stick Monkey small! He won't see Stick Monkey!" I sat up and stared at the Monkey who was dancing on my stomach, and then I picked him up and stared at him.
"I can't believe this is real. I mean, that is a lot to admit. I am usually one to believe things like this." I told it as I set him down and looked up at the Cieling and closed my eyes, "This has to be a dream." I said to myself as I tried to go back to sleep.
The next thing I know, my eyelids are being pulled on, "WAKEY WAKE!" Stick Monkey calls out.
"OW!" I cry out in pain as I sit up and look at the monkey who is just smiling at me.
"STICK MONKEY IS NOT A DREAM!" It screams at me and then flips in the air and crosses it's arms.
I cover my ears, for a creature without any lungs this guy could shout pretty loud. "OKAY! I get it!" I call out. "You're real but what am I going to do with you?"
To my amazement, the Stick monkey grabbed a pillow and laid down and placed his arms behind his head and crossed his legs. "HI ROOMIE!" it said to me and closed his eyes.
I fall back and stare at the sleeping monkey, "What have I gotten myself into? How did this happen?" I ask myself. Little did I know, that these answers will soon be revealed.
