Sariah was dissatisfied with her lot in life. She looked around at the paper scraps scattered around her and considered the snow outside. This was a lot harder than she thought it was going to be. The newly turned 6 year old picked up a pair of scissors and assessed her situation.
She picked up a new piece of paper and folded it as carefully as he chubby child fingers would allow. Her ears tilted forward with concentration as she studied the paper between her fingers, fluffy, pre human phase tail flicking and scattering failed attempts. She started cutting the paper, growling at the scissors in a threatening way to make sure they were behaving.
When she finished, she unfolded that paper to look at what she had done. When the paper came apart in two pieces Sariah stared at them in shock before he face screwed up into one of anger. She flung the paper and it only floated to the ground in front of her so she threw the scissors which did a lot better job of going somewhere. They disappeared under the couch as Sariah used up her rage and started to cry.
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and didn’t look up at her Da. Laurance entered the living room and sat down next to Sariah, scooping the angry child into his lap. “Sweetheart? What happened?”
“I couldn’t make da snowflake!” she wailed, utterly depressed by how unfair life was.
Laurance wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “That’s alright. Can I help?”
Sariah looked up at her Da, very skeptical. After all, if she couldn’t make a snowflake was it possible anyone else could. She stood up, fished the scissors out from under the couch, grabbed a paper, and handed both to Laurance. Laurance took them with a little nod. He started to make magic movements with his hands, explaining what he was doing as he went along. Soon, he had a paper snowflake in his hands and had armed Sariah with the tips and tricks a six year old needed to understand life.
Sariah tried with her dad and soon had her own snowflake. She thought her’s looked better than her Da’s but she decided that she would only mention that three times. Laurance smiled, wrapping his daughter in a huge hug. He lifted her up and took her to the window. The snow blew across the road and Sariah could see Aunt Kiera and her son Zach across the road. Zack was about 4 years old and not that much fun to play with in Sariah’s opinion. He was kind of wimpy.
Sariah put her hand on the window, looking out at the decorations on the other houses. There was something there. Something palpable. Sariah narrowed her eyes. Whatever it was, she wanted it, badly. She nodded to herself. She was going to find the source of the feeling and keep it for herself. Until then, she would content herself with the hot chocolate her Da made for her.
Snip snip snip. Here come some scissors. 2.12.19
A little birthday gift for my friend Kamal! It’s one of his OCs. Do you remember this? I do for sure haha.
My Grandpa died this afternoon
China Quick-Fix: Hook. Scissors. Nanjing
God I love hands, so nice, much wow
Reverse the titles on the last two panels if you’re left handed.
I run with scissors, it makes me feel dangerous
When you need a pair of scissors to open your new scissors.
time to Make
his (last) name is Snippy, he can have different scissor ears and bodies, he’s a great henchman and a good friend
i Run with scissors, it makes me feel dangerous
Scissors: I’m not safe- I-I never was!! W-We need to follow the Lens– Please..!
Trickster: Wait what’s going on? I can’t jus–
Scissors: PLEASE Trick..! She… before SHE figures out that they know..-
Trickster: Fine- Okay- just please tell me what’s going on while we follow them-
Scissors: Thank you..! Thank you.. Let’s go!!
Loss:Re-Start - Scissors and Trickster’s Involvement