Last Minute, page 11. It’s been renamed. I seem to recall saying this would be a five or six page comic. Ha!
It still needs proper scanning and shading and a little bit of Photoshop, but I’m just happy to have completed something!
I wanted to post it in full today to celebrate Halloween, so we’re going with my draft pages. At least the whole story is told. I’ll probably clean it up later.
Now get back to work!
It’s gory! Don’t look!
Page 10 below.
She exhaled. The air froze her breath, turning it to mist.
She turned, her high ponytail bouncing, and headed towards the fridge.
In her home hung icy stalactites. The floor was slick as a rink.
She cracked off an icicle as she passed through a door and picked her teeth with it.
Once this room was stiflingly warm, full of chaos and arguments and pets and children and steaming meals. Every blanket was a shared blanket. There wasn’t enough house to go around.
Now things were much better.
She checked her fridge and swore to herself. There wasn’t enough milk for her to make the ice cream. It was already time for another grocery run?
Grabbing her keys, she put on a visor and sunglasses, a light shawl, considered sunblock but decided against it.
When she opened the door, the sun hit her hard, even through the sunglasses. She took a deep breath of conditioned air before heading out. Her mantra would get her through this: only five minutes, only five minutes. Then she could be back home, making ice cream, enjoying the cold dark quiet isolation of her safe, safe house. With any luck, she wouldn’t have to talk to a single person.
I long for worlds I have never seen.
I am weak with nostalgia for people I’ve never met.
I grieve, broken from the loss of an imaginary friend.
I am giddy at the prospect of pretending to meet these nonexistent loved ones again.
A show every Friday night at seven.
New chapter release on the first of the month.
The game comes out in time for Christmas.
I am fulfilled, thrilled, excited
I laugh, fight, cry, fall in love, win, lose,
Live
Able to forget
For a brief span of time
That this adventure too must end
And I will be faced
With the dead air
The closed book
The black screen
And unforgiving reality.
We affect each other
push and pull on each other’s emotions
if we drown we drag people down with us
if we fly others draft in our wake.
vent your frustrations into somebody’s ear
watch their smile disappear
or
laugh until they can’t help laughing too
love until they are loving you
It gets bigger.
Sometimes you are part of something beyond yourself
sometimes you are angry for no reason
and the people on the street match your mood
sometimes you overhear conversations
or see a trend on social media
which inexplicably echo your private feelings.
Is it the moon?
Herd instinct?
Illusion?
When I didn’t have feelings
I watched it happen
distantly curious.
Now that I’ve found my heart
I am swayed with the populace
flowing where they flow.
Ardently curious
and still no answer.
Sarah D. Silvey 