Working On A Comic Pt 3

Welcome back to the third part of this mini series for making a webcomic. For the foreseeable future, this will be the final part to this series as I’m unsure about what else to write on. If you have any specific questions, feel free to send them my way in the Contact Me page. Today, we’re talking about publishing.

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Book Review: Escaping from Houdini by Kerri Maniscalco

So, I’ve been on this book for a while due to my busy schedule and the want to finish the audiobook version since I’d started it with that; however, I finally broke down because I just wanted to finish it so I could move onto the next book. I’m so glad I finally did, and I’m even more excited to share with you my review of the novel.

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Working On A Comic Pt 1

I’ve been working in the field for about half a year now so I’ve decided to write out my experience for others who might be interested in testing their hand at the world of webcomics. In part 1 of this short series I’ll be discussing the script format and what I use to write. Think of this like a crash course in webcomic making. It won’t be a “step 1, 2, 3” in-depth walkthrough. I hope you enjoy!

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Kidnapped

You sit there in the room. Your knees are against your chest and your forehead rests on the exposed flesh; long tendrils of golden wheat locks fall forward and just barely brush against the carpet flooring. The small bit of light that comes from the candle on the side table catches on your greasy roots. You haven’t taken a shower yet; I haven’t let you because things aren’t ready for your movement around the house. I haven’t finished the downstairs. Of course, I’d cursed myself for this; I’d been too eager to bring you home and to have you with me. That’s OK, though. You’re understanding. You don’t fault me for this mishap.

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Deliverance by Nola Prevost

As I set my easel against the wall, my heart somersaults when I feel a gentle tug on my hair. Long blonde locks litter the tower floor, spilling over the window sill. Nothing else to indicate a visitor though. No hooves galloping in the distance, nor any piercing, beastly roars echoing in the night. Only silence couples the crackles of the fire. Nevertheless, the pull was unmistakable.

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Jacoby

He didn’t understand what to do. Jacoby was at a loss for words, though his mind was on a never-ending marathon. One sentence racing right past the next.

This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. Everyone’s lying. This is all a nightmare.

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