Comic & Graphic Novel
Monday, April 23, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Family Story
Monday, February 20, 2012
Slice of Life
one pays with a card and the other fumbles with cash.
Girl 1 - So, how much do I owe you?
girl 1 looks up at her companion, patiently waiting.
girl 2 pauses and crinkles up her face in thought.
Girl 2 - Um... four plus two equals five so divide that by two is two point five.
girl 2 nods confidently with her answer after shifting the numbers around in
her head and using her fingers to count it out.
Girl 1 - Oh, ok.
girl 1 glances down at her money, silently flipping through the bills
before looking up at girl 2 her expression changing to confusion.
Girl 1 - Wait. What?
Girl 2 laughs, knowing she's probably got it wrong, but amused anyways.
Dream Continuation
Right as she was about to speak, the older boy hushed her and the two froze in place. There was a loud and labored breathing sound disturbing the air. It wasn’t their own, but he hadn’t expected anyone else to be on the premises this late or rather, this early. School wouldn’t start for another four or five hours. There was no disputing it though. Someone else was here and they were struggling to breathe. Loudly. The sound was a painful scrape of a dull knife against a tattered sidewalk.
The young man peeked around the corner of number 12 to try and spot the source of the noise. It’s dark but he can make out a silhouette of a man. It’s large but curved in odd places. He squinted to determine what it was that was making the man’s shadow appear so wonky. The little girl beside him stole his attention however as a loud yelp escaped her thin lips. The young man didn’t have a chance to shush her. A strong callus hand squeezed his shoulder before he had the chance. They were busted.
An hour passed and the young man sighed as he crossed his arms against his chest. The men’s watch seared into his skin as they gave him and his sister a once over. Their expression held a mixture of confidence and skepticism. Confidence that they could easily brainwash the young man into following orders and skepticism that he was any threat to them at all. His own mother didn’t take him seriously. His sister had been the only one and look where they’d ended up. A worn down bus garage.
“Don’t worry, sis…I’ll get us out of this,” he whispered.
One of the thugs glared at him. “shut your mouth. can’t you see we’re talkin?”
The jingle in the mans step annoyed the younger man. He’d worked hard to get that money and he wasn’t going to let some security guard best him.
“I say we just drive them out and leave them stranded. There’s no way they’d find their way back in the heat of the day. The buzzard will be feeding by nightfall,”
The other guard shook his head. “No, we should just kill them. I don’t wanna take any chances,”
The boy’s sister whimpered and looked at him pleadingly as the guards began to argue. The young man looked over at his sister and scooted closer for support. As he moved closer, he felt his back brush up against something jagged. Without hesitation he began to wiggle his wrists against it. The sound of rope tearing was drown out by the arguing men so they didn’t notice as the young man’s arms came free. Within a few moments, he had his sister free. The security guards were shoving now and the two captives tried to sneak away. Unfortunately one of the guards stumbled back into them. The young man scooped up his sister and sprinted down the hall leading into the school with the guards in hot pursuit. The boy and his sister rounded a corner and slipped into a room. He locked the door and heard the men dart past.
All fell silent as the waited. His sister looked frightened and he wrapped his arms around her genly.
“everything’s gonna be ok…i’m here for you,” She smiled at him and the two drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Dream Scenario
Loudly. The sound is painful, like dull knives against a tattered sidewalk.
He peeks around the corner to try to spot the source of the noise. It's dark, but he can make out a silhouette of a man. She yelps and before he has a chance to shush her, he feels a strong hand on his shoulder. They're busted.
The young man sighs, his arms across his chest as the two men look him and his sister over. They're skeptical, it figures. No one seems to take him seriously. Not even his own mother. His sister believed...and now look where they were. A worn down bus garage. His money is gone and jingling lightly in the thugs pockets as the pace about the room. They're unsure on what to do. It is hard to see and yet, the young man must have seen or at least picked up on their voices. Security guards weren't always the best at scamming and these two were no exception. The young man squirms and his usually outspoken voice is falls upon deaf ears. They're arguing now. The young man is certain they're going to 'dispose' of them. This is all his fault. His sister is going to pay and this is all his fault.
They decide to call a friend and within the hour, the young man and his sister are being shipped away to some sort of 'camp'. This wasn't a camp at all though. It was a house and inside a couple lives. A very unusual couple. A very predatory couple. After few days the young man notices a body in the freezer and it is obvious this family isn't normal at all. They are playing pretend. The 'father' is violent and beats his wife and the wife is unstable. She screams and yells one minute and the next she is as sweet as can be. He doesn't understand. How do they escape. Is there one, is it possible?