I use to do avatars of Neopets that I pixelated by hand. This was ages ago and I've lost all those images, unfortunately...or fortunately, depending on how you want the evidence to look.
I've done some creative writing as well and have a piece I'm somewhat working on in between classes. Here's a page from a piece I did about a year ago that I titled The Sweetest Rose of Texas:
It still needs some revisions, but this gives a good idea as to where the story is going. I write other stuff, too.Elmer was glued onto that red fence like there was no tomorrow. Maura told him to paint it, and like any other obedient ex-husband would do, he got out an old can of black paint and started brushing away. It was the last thing she yelled at him before ending her tirade and hanging up on him earlier.
"Fire?" she said. "You lost your job?! It's a good thing I got rid of your sorry hide. Why, if I hadn't, I'd have half the mind to walk out on you right now!"
She paused to catch her breath. "Did you find my slippers yet?" she said impatiently.
"Maura, I don't--"
"Ungrateful!" Fumes spewed out of the receiver. "Here I am, worried about your well-being and I ask about one little insy, tinsy, teeney, tiny little thing, and what do I hear? 'Iduno.' You don't know?! What good are you to me? Go paint the fence. Be productive."
Elmer caved, but he didn't want to. He knew that she wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world, but she thought about him. And his neighbor. And the garbage man. And Elmer's dad. Well, Elmer knew she more than thought about his dad, but couldn't conceiver telling her that.
He took off his hat and reapplied some sun screen on his bald spot and the bulge of flesh exposed on his belly. He placed the conductor-like hat back on his skull and finished up a the leg of fence. Elmer took a step back to admire his work and stepped in the paint bucket, leaving Maura's red slippers dripping in black ooze and his large feet hanging out of the tiny fuzzies. It was the second time that day he ruined something, third if you count the fence.
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