I usually don’t post fanfiction here, considering it is not taken seriously by DC or Marvel. However, this story was one of my highest rated on ff.net, getting more than ten reviews and twenty favorites. So, after the DC Talent Search panel at NYCC, I decided to take this story for a test drive with the comic book script format. (I have posted the short story version below.)
“Joint Custody”—When even Bruce can’t tame Damian, he turns to the one person who can. Set after Bruce Wayne: The Road Home
Objective: To work in some capacity at a comic book company by my twenty-eighth birthday
Friday, October 15, 2010
Joint Custody: Short Story Edition
Nights off are like scoops of ice cream. You get them few and far between, and when you do, you savor them.
Of course, unless you’re a costumed superhero and burn thousands of calories a day, then you can eat ice cream for breakfast. Nights off? They still come few and far between.
Of course, unless you’re a costumed superhero and burn thousands of calories a day, then you can eat ice cream for breakfast. Nights off? They still come few and far between.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
False Dawn #10 Comic Script Script
False Dawn #10: "Survivor’s Guilt"
Comic Book Script—Plot for 22 Pages
Devin Leigh Michaels
After the battle with Reger, the gang licks their wounds as Ral comes to terms with living in wartime.
Comic Book Script—Plot for 22 Pages
Devin Leigh Michaels
After the battle with Reger, the gang licks their wounds as Ral comes to terms with living in wartime.
False Dawn #10: Survivor's Guilt
False Dawn #10 : Survivor’s Guilt
Short Story Format
Devin Leigh Michaels
NOW
“Don’t forget. The knife’s only for—”
I roll my eyes and click the glistening dagger into the holster at the small of my back.
“I won’t forget, Lance.”
“Stay close to us at all times.”
Casia has always been a worrier.
“I know.”
“This isn’t a game.”
No, it’s not, but the gear is still freaking awesome. Black cargo pants, a black belt, a dagger, and Maiden’s Glory strapped to my waist and right leg. Across from me, Casia looks refreshed from her time recuperating, her scepter’s fire glowing more intensely than blue lightning. And Lance—Lance is strapped with more weapons than I even knew existed.
He looks once to Casia, his face chiseled from pure diamond. Casia nods once. He turns to me. “Ready?”
Short Story Format
Devin Leigh Michaels
NOW
“Don’t forget. The knife’s only for—”
I roll my eyes and click the glistening dagger into the holster at the small of my back.
“I won’t forget, Lance.”
“Stay close to us at all times.”
Casia has always been a worrier.
“I know.”
“This isn’t a game.”
No, it’s not, but the gear is still freaking awesome. Black cargo pants, a black belt, a dagger, and Maiden’s Glory strapped to my waist and right leg. Across from me, Casia looks refreshed from her time recuperating, her scepter’s fire glowing more intensely than blue lightning. And Lance—Lance is strapped with more weapons than I even knew existed.
He looks once to Casia, his face chiseled from pure diamond. Casia nods once. He turns to me. “Ready?”
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