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tease a mutual friend. The friend calls them both on Skype. The boy can't connect to the group so only the girl hears when the friend whines, "All yalls niggas is gay!"
The girl blinks at him a moment. "... I'm supposed to like guys"
Friend: ... Graaaaaah!
The girl blinks at him a moment. "... I'm supposed to like guys"
Friend: ... Graaaaaah!
I admit it, I suck.
I am actually I horrible visual artist. I am a writer. And I've come up with a crazy complicated but a crazy good idea for a comic book. I need an artist! If you just sketch, doodle, amateur to professional- Lets make a comic together. in fact, I'd like to work with a group of people so we can have a unique combination of styles and create a web-comic no one will ever forget. Comment, message me, please. I CANNOT Stand to not make this idea come to live Any Longer
The Players are monsters... to the monsters
Can you imagine a world like a game. But from the perspective of the monsters?
Your world is infested with these alien creatures who call themselves “players”. Their small, but viscious. They die their clothes, hair, and even skin the most alarming colors. And are never seen without a weapon. Usually a stolen one.
The protocol is that you do not attack them- trying not to make eye contact with these ferocious beasts. you never know what theyre thinking or what they want. But you see them brutally mug your kind in front of you but do nothing in the hopes that whatever it wanted, it got from the other guy. And these creatures
What I Love
What I love… was almost everything about him. The same tastes, the honest conversation, the loyalty and understanding, it was all there. We were almost a perfect couple… almost. It was my first internship out of college and he was my director. We never intended to mix business with pleasure but well… I thought everything would end with my internship but I was wrong. That's when everything started. He was driven, confident, and set on changing the world. He loved that I was an artist and actually listened to me without thinking of what he could get in return. People were so supportive of us, until the day he asked me to
Bliss
A soldier sent into war would fear death. And death would greet him, indifferently. Death will taunt him, batter him, hold him, and let him slip from its grasp. Death will wander through the soldier's nightmares and steal someone precious. The soldier will grieve, and depending on how many people have been stolen from him before, he will either curse Death or ask Death "why?" Death is not unkind to those who talk to it. One day death visits us all with a gift. Death's gift is a certain kind of light that heals all wounds and brightens all shadows. It can turn legs to jelly and make the heaviest things, light. Like a drug, it can induce laugh
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