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Comic Script: pages 1-8PAGE 1 [full-page panel]Comic Script: pages 1-8
Top-down, long-range view of a corpse lying on the pavement. Caption: HE WAS DEAD BEFORE HIS HEAD TOUCHED THE ASPHALT.
PAGE 2 [two equal panels top, one full-width bottom]
[top left] Close-up of a silver dagger, coated in blood. Caption: IT’S DEPRESSING WHEN IT COMES TO THIS.
[top right] Close-up of the corpse’s eye, grey and lifeless. Caption: I MIGHT BE A MONSTER…
[bottom] A shadowy figure – Nathan – standing over the corpse. Undetermined angle
by ~donkey81
Local Time - Chapter OneI don’t believe in fortune. Not any more. When you’ve tasted your dreams then had everything taken away from you piece by piece, you start to lose that aspect of faith. I should have seen it, felt it, smelt it coming from a thousand miles away. From the beginning of the journey. From the moment everything started to turn sour.Local Time - Chapter One
London, contrary to popular belief, is a wholly depressing place. It’s widely regarded as the centre of the British social and cultural scene, and as such littered with opportunities and excitement. Instead, I found myself wishing,
by ~donkey81
The ThinkerIt's like that dream I keep having. It's snowy and I'm in the mountains somewhere. It could be a scene out of one of those spy films or something because there are men with submachineguns and big dufflecoats patrolling all around. I'm not sure what the place is exactly but there's a metallic structure over there and I can see that it's some sort of facility. The snow's fairly light - the sort where you can actually see each individual flake as it drops peacefully to the ground.The Thinker
As the scene pans down I become aware that I'm not actually inside my own body and, as I look down upon myself, I realise to my horror that I'm not in con
by ~donkey81
A GlimpseWhen one looks up at the sky, Hargreaves noted, it is possible to see all kinds of wonders. The clouds stare back from their flight, glancing over the hilltops and plains and whatever other land form happens to pass below. At night, the stars wink knowingly at those who make the effort to sacrifice just a few seconds of their time for appreciation. The moon nods as it watches. An entire universe in a single glimpse.A Glimpse
Hargreaves turned over onto his side and touched Mary on the shoulder. She tilted her head until her eyes levelled with his own, then, with a nervous and coy gigg
by ~donkey81
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LiferShe slowly sat forward on the chaise and looked him dead in the eye."Have you ever felt like you're being suffocated? Like things are slowly closing in around you and there is nothing you can do about it? And I mean NOTHING?" She looked for understanding in his blank face. "Well that's how I feel here every day. It gets worse and worse with each passing hour." "Surely you're exaggerating. It can't be that bad." Even as he spoke, he showed no emotions. She could see it was too late for him. She didn't want that for herself. She didn't want to be dead yet alive.Lifer
"You don't get it. It'
by ~i-like-cemeteries
girl with no faceI use to know a girl with no face. She wasn't born that way, though. Her face was filled with gems at one point. Her lips were pixie pink with flecks of pearl. Her eyes were rings of amber and centers of onyx - god, I envied those eyes. I used to close my plain old boring brown eyes and dream about having those odd eyes. Her skin was dark peach with little pieces of diamonds floating on top, barely visible. She would walk down the hallways, head bent in fear of the lights catching the beveled edges of her treasure chest face.girl with no face
Once the greedy people caught wind of her million-dollar face they began to take and take and take. At ni
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