Tools of My Trade: A PoemTools of My TradeBy LegoAhsoka111Clicking on my Mac,putting messy papers in a stack,the screenflashes,glows,and lights up,and soon all my files are spread out before me.I click on a particular one,and now my work has just begun.I start upPhotoshop,InDesign,and Illustrator,which hold the tools of my trade.In Photoshop, I use the brush,and paint some things that look like mush.But as I add on morecolor,layers,and depth,a beautiful picture presents itself.In InDesign I write,my creativity takes flight.I createcharacters,settings,and stories,as my fingers fly across the keys.In Illustrator, I design and stencil,tracing pictures I drew with pencil.I makesmooth,clear,and digitalpictures, that were once trapped on only paper.I wish to be remembered for my art, my writing,I want a job at Disney, oh, how exciting!I want tocreate,design,write,just like I do every single day... with Photoshop, InDesign, and Illustrator.
Transformers:The New Recruit 20Atasi looked at her metal hand, making it into a fist and back again. She sat on a pipe in a back room of the Autobot base, thinking sad thoughts. Then she thought of how the metal people changed from vehicle to robot, and started wondering if... she could do it as well. Looking down at her legs, she saw wheels attached to them, and car doors on her back. A windshield spanned across her chest. Hmm...Ania transformed and zoomed out of the base. She had to find Bumblebee. Finding his tracks embedded in the dirt, she followed those through the thick forest. Little did she know, Bulkhead, Arcee, and Optimus were following her, not wanting her to face the Autocons alone.Just as They had her in their sight range again, a strange thing happened. A strange warp field surrounded her, and in a flash, she was gone. Bulkhead, Optimus, and Arcee skidded to a halt, surprised.She hadn't dissapeared into thin air, but had used the power of the Allspark to go much, much faster. She arrived at the Au