Starting over?- EDITJust a thought. I probably won't go through with it.More Like This
But lately, I've been almost considering just scrapping all of BN and starting over from scratch. I know how to write better, my comic processes that I've developed lately are better these days.
However, then I think to myself. What's the point? I don't have time because of school. And then, after I graduate and do have time, I should be able to just animate the whole thing...
Can I get some opinions on this please?
I guess I should've specified that I won't be stopping where I'm at to start over. I'd finish the series as is. If only to give you guys the ending you all deserve. It's taken me way too long to finish this blasted story, I don't know what's wrong with me. I worry that any other series I do will take as long, if not longer. Maybe animation is where I should just stay, instead of comics. -Sighs-
But I like both! Agh!!
..... I'll get to everyone's reply soon. I've been busy with homework. One of my teachers went to Co
The Devil's DanceMore Like This
~Be careful when you speak your thoughts... you never know just who or what might be listening...~
The princess of the land was weeping silently by her loves bedside. For many moons, her husband-to-be, Reginar, had been sick with a deadly disease. During both the day and night, Princess Niamh watched over the prince she was to be married to. How she loved him and he loved her, but the tuberculosis was killing him. Slowly and painfully, Reginar was dying because he was choking on his own blood. No doctor could help against this lethal illness. There nothing no one could do for him. The only thing left to do was hope for a miracle.
One dark night, when the sky had no stars in sight, the princess prayed softly while she let her tears fall. Holding onto Reginars hand while he slept, she begged the heavens and the hells not to let her true love die. It was not fair that he had to be the one to go! Not her love! Not only did the angels hear her prayers
StuckMore Like This
To be hunted. Trapped in a state of anxiety, panic, and stress. To know that every second you breathe might be your last, because wherever you are, you are stuck, and you are this monster's prey. There is nothing you can do to escape this. There's no way out, and no way to change the fact that you've become a piece in some demented monster's game.
Hello, my lovely little trophy.
I'd like to let you know that I'm going to be playing a little game with you. If you can make your way out of this home before morning, I'll let you go. If not, you'll be mine to do with as I please for however long I decide to let you live.
Just know this, I won't just let you waltz out of here. If you can survive from me, we'll see if you'll be lucky enough to make your way out.
The letter had been resting on a dresser that had been coated in dust. The letter itself seeming to have a rather thick layer of dust lingering over the dark, well-scripted print. He must've been at this fo
MiracleMore Like This
The dog and the old man.
Every day for eleven years, Gregory Knick and his old dog Scooter had gone to the park to walk, and sparsely play in the open fields. His dog had passed away, leaving the old man lost. After living a life of soul isolation. Devastated from losing his wife, the dog was his means of escape. He could love something, and he could receive the same feeling. It had only been a week or two, since his dog had passed away from old age. He thought everything was over. There was no point to life, and this is where we begin
As the sun was at it's highest point in the sky, on this cold winter day, Gregory had pulled on his coat. A sense of determination to do just one last thing before he died. This plan, was to visit the park that had always brought him joy, and to try and remember any reason as to why he felt that his life should go on anymore.
The poor, hopeless old man was so broken, after losing first his wife, and then his dog. There were two feelings