Working On A Comic Pt 2

It seemed like a lot of you enjoyed the first part of this mini series, so I’m excited to write part 2: The Artist. In this post I’ll be talking about finding an artist for your project and how to work alongside them in the comic process.

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!

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.

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.

What Could Layla Do?

A short story I’ve worked on to bring awareness to rape survivors and the importance in listening to them. This creative piece shows the double-standard in society and the effects that our actions can have on others. Warning: This content portrays rape, self-harm, and domestic abuse and may be triggering to some people.

The Red Lolli

It was Harry’s Supermarket
The place we all knew
The place we all went to.

The Gay Gene

There is this thing called the

Gay Gene

Game On

I dive into the back of the taxi, chest heaving as the scent of fake leather and fast food wraps around my body.

            “Thomas!”

Autumnal Adventure

There was a time when I was studying in Japan that a group of my friends went on an excursion to Mitake Mountain. There were five of us though I was only really close to two of them. We all have those friends who we label as “friends” when, in actually, they’re just acquaintances.

The Autumnal excursion was ripe with beautiful overlooks, memorable experiences, and a gorgeous shrine that stood at the top of it all. This shrine was known for worship of animals where pet owners could purchase little protection charms for cats or dogs. Of course, I bought one for my own pooch and it dangles from my phone to this day. Every step I take is followed by a small chiming of the little bell ringing, reminding me of the day, the adventure, the friends, and the views.

Blueberry Deception

There’s something weird about the way scents permeate the air; the way they can tickle the senses and stimulate the memory banks of the brain. It’s weird, and some so utterly lovely.