Note to Self: Stick figures are the bane of my existence.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Research Notes #1—Six-Month Review
A critical review of the first six months of the Break-out Comic Book Experiment.
Note to Self: Stick figures are the bane of my existence.
Note to Self: Stick figures are the bane of my existence.
Monday, May 17, 2010
False Dawn #6 Comic Book Script
False Dawn #6: “The Big Gulp”
Part Two of Two: Drowning
Comic Book ScriptPart Two of Two: Drowning
Devin Leigh Michaels
Ah, the Fountain of Youth. Anyone thirsty? Ral wants to trade-up from Perishable to Immortal, much to the disconcertion of Lance and Casia, and the Preds decide they want to, too.
False Dawn #6: Drowning
False Dawn #6: “The Big Gulp”
Part Two Of Two: Drowning
Short Story Edition
Devin Leigh Michaels
WASHINGTON, D.C.
WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL
DAWN
“No.”
Standing on the steps of the memorial, I turn toward Casia with my best incredulous glare. “What?”
She wags her finger like a gangster’s mother. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, and Lance hates to kill.”
“Hey!” Lance objects, coming to stand next to Casia. “I don’t like killing. I’m just really good at it.”
“See?” I smirk.
Casia’s not amused. Yeah, this is normally the time when you duck and final cover. “Hanging out with an immortal and an extended mortal might make living longer seem cool, but it’s not.”
“In fact, it kinda sucks,” Lance adds.
“See?” She pats Lance on the shoulder. “He agrees with that.”
“Of course, being mortal sucks, too. Can you imagine worrying about getting shot? Or even a paper cut. Man, you Perishables might bleed out, and that’s it!”
“Oookay, so not helping.”
Part Two Of Two: Drowning
Short Story Edition
Devin Leigh Michaels
WASHINGTON, D.C.
WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL
DAWN
“No.”
Standing on the steps of the memorial, I turn toward Casia with my best incredulous glare. “What?”
She wags her finger like a gangster’s mother. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, and Lance hates to kill.”
“Hey!” Lance objects, coming to stand next to Casia. “I don’t like killing. I’m just really good at it.”
“See?” I smirk.
Casia’s not amused. Yeah, this is normally the time when you duck and final cover. “Hanging out with an immortal and an extended mortal might make living longer seem cool, but it’s not.”
“In fact, it kinda sucks,” Lance adds.
“See?” She pats Lance on the shoulder. “He agrees with that.”
“Of course, being mortal sucks, too. Can you imagine worrying about getting shot? Or even a paper cut. Man, you Perishables might bleed out, and that’s it!”
“Oookay, so not helping.”
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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