So, proof that Im working on this super-hero thing for reals. First draft of the first few pages (Probably 3 or 4-ish depending on what I draw.) of the story (So details/narration are liable to change.). The narrative will be in text boxes to go along with the artwork: [I. The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.... The train stops and I step out. The pouring rain soaking through my light jacket, thin strands of dark hair clinging to my face for warmth. I move my purse closer in a vain attempt to keep it dry, the sound of my heels hardly audible over the downpour. I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, wishing I could grow a spine and get a pair of contacts. Rain droplets form tiny kaleidoscopes on the lenses. People swirl around me. Some absorbed in their phones, others simply rushing for the trains. A man blazes by on his bike, I curse under my breath as I am splashed. A homeless woman asks for change, I tune her out and keep walking. I pull out my phone and check the time. Why bother? I know what my night will bring. Time is meaningless. Its simply busy work to avert my eyes from the people around me. A man is selling trinkets on the street corner. I stop simply to seek temporary shelter beneath the makeshift tent. His grin does not falter: See anything you like? I humor him. A collection of odds and ends. Smooth metal spheres. Flexible iron bars covered in strange symbols. Dolls eyes. Figures made from birch-wood. Fragments of a mirror. A pair of arm bracers catch my eye. Deep black, the lights of passing cars casting shades of green and purple through the steel. Half a horseshoe shape is carved into each one. I point: How much? He still grins, his dark slicked back. His voice is calm: Whats your offer? Fifteen? Deal. I hand him the money and take the bracers, slipping them into the bag. Figure I can work these into an outfit somewhere down the line. I wave goodbye to the man and continue my trek to the dorms. He tells me his name is Indrid. But I really dont remember him telling me his name. Its like it was always there in my head.] ... Im working on a pseudo-cover for this thing too. WIll probably post that by the end of the week once its done.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 22:50:50 +0000
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