I found this cool concept of creating a cast of characters while studying other cartoonist.
Tag: creative
Blood Driven Society
Ripping echoed from the shady room, Screams of terror vibrate the air, Stiff walking graveyard man, Macabre dead hand extended, Zombies march around the house, Jaws of life hanging open, Moaning as they hunt their next meal, Swinging bat another one drops, Survival driven by adrenaline, Bloodlust driven society, Eating their own to survive, Roaring…
Sword Fight of Thought
“Slam” the metal door shivered, Jerking back and forth, steady holding sword point, Head lamp opening a small portal into the deep dark… Cavernous expanse ahead, Drip, drop, flutter, all around the cavern echoed, Filling nervous hero with dread, Cackles, there afar into the dark, Villainous laughter that would rattle herculean nerves, Step by step,…
Dreamscape
Why are words not boring? I speak and write so much, filling the data centers of the world, our digital and spoken library. Yet, I can’t get enough. It is fascinating what I can do with letters, combining them into words, dancing with syllables, rhyming them, creating metaphor. Forming words from every language. Some letters…
Hank and Radio
The radio flickered to life, {Reverberated} “Come on down to Earl’s Flee market this weekend, Twenty percent off and b.o.g.o deals up and down every aisle. Hank sighed heavily, his hand leaning against the wall, staring out his kitchen window. The radio came to life, Metal scratched on metal as appendages jetted out every direction,…
Oblivian
Imagined in the recessed mind of third grade fantasy play, Off charge knights at play, All bright with the same magical flight, Carrying them onward on superstitious flight, Don’t step on that crack, Don’t your mother’s back will crack, Take control of that magical imagination, Carrying us on the sea of vivid subtropic imgination, Where…
Contemplations
Sitting here full of contemplations, Mind ticking through file after file, Stacks of discarded memories hover, Floating about the ethereal regions of far off memory, Grasping at strings, Attempting to fill the gaps with empty boxes, Imaginative speculations leading to paranoid delusions, This or that, tit for tat, Crazily spelunking down cavern walls, Deeper into…
Tipi’s Tap Tap
The fingers go tit tat tap, Up and down inky keys, Tipi’s tapping typing, Strokes punctuated by a bright tap, Kaching, bell rung onto next lines, Stationary fed through cranking wheels, Tip tap tip tap keys fall, Stroking away, as ink dries, Leaving beautiful words behind.
