Friday, February 12, 2010


I dont have any ideas for the panda, pregnant girl, and little girl trio but I like the characters. Then heres an unfinished story for the three hungover girls.

A Sobering Experience

Once there were three girls who lived in the very top story of a very tall house in the middle of a very small town. Here is where these girls just barely managed to wake up each morning in front of the toilet or under the kitchen counter but very rarely in their respective beds.

These beds so infrequently used for their proper purpose have quite a lot to say about this trio of night demons

There is one very large bed in a very small room barely visible beneath the cover of feather fluff, teddy bears and a kitten named Priscilla. This bed belonged to Tiffany who was the youngest of 11 children. It’s easy to underestimate Tiffany but given time, a Redbull and vodka, and a joint you’re sure to see her blossom into her true and natural state.

Bed number two you’ll find behind a rack of well-organized clothes overflowing from the closet into a room wallpapered in magazine pages and to do lists. Now this bed is a small bed with silk sheets and a well stocked bedside table filled with aspirin, tissue, band aids, Vaseline, gum, morning after pills, and topped with a large glass of water just within arms reach for the off chance Kennedy manages to wake up there. Kennedy who found the love and protection of her parent’s home to repressive and overbearing moved out into her own place at the age of 8 preferring to take care of herself. Despite their initial disappointment at her leaving the nest they have continued Sunday dinners over the years. Although an expert in communications, given a bottle of pinot gregio communicating with her in any manor becomes a desperately impossible task.

The final bed is in a dark room lit by the desk lamp which aluminates a contact case, several adderal and a slightly rotten piece of cheese. This bed is a firm bed with a green cover and a couple old, worn, stuffed animals. Here Jessica sat working and plotting her next day’s achievements. Jessica, who’s parents divorced when she was at the fragile age of 13 decided the only person she could make sure did not disappoint her was herself and soon after graduated at the age of 18 from Vassar, and is currently working on finishing up her PHD from Carnegie Mellon. While a hard worker she is an equally determined and efficient player who’s temporarily erases the learnings of the day with a couple glasses of boxed red wine.

So one night, a night that began like any other in the kitchen the three sat with their choices of poison getting ready for whatever the night would hold. Little did they know just what it would entail.


or heres an story I wrote last year that I could illustrate

Once late at night on a pink fluffy pillow,
as the stars in the night glowed in through a window,
A little girl rested asleep in hear bed,
and she dreamed of far places they grew in her head.
She traveled these places that filled up her mind,
by foot and by train and by sailboats sometimes.
She voyaged a path and as it split into two,
To the left she skipped before tying her shoe.
But this land that she came to was like none that you’ve seen,
For the grasses were blue and clouds were all green,
and the leaves they were orange and the trunks they were pink,
and the birds would all smile and the bees would all wink
The people she’d meet they all lived with the trees,
in there blue grassy houses they did what they pleased.
The plants that they grew, reached up to the sky,
and early each morning they made peachberry pie.
They lit up there rooms with the light of the sun,
Yes they stored all the sunshine to make there stuff run.
Then further along just a hop skip away,
In a deep purple forest she stopped to play.
There in the forest was a bath filled with bubbles,
And around flowed the water without any troubles.
It poured on a wheel that spun round and round,
And as the wheel turned the stars lit up the ground.
But farther she traveled only to see,
A field filled with pinwheels that made energy.
These pinwheels she saw, turned wind into power,
And filled the whole field with electrical flowers.
Her journey it seemed had come to an end,
So she set off to the path where her trip first began.
But her trip wasn’t over she still wanted to know,
Where the other path lead she wanted to go.
At first it would seems all rather the same,
but further along there was quite a change.
The grass wasn’t blue and the clouds were not green,
there was no sun to be shinning and no trees to be seen.
The bath had been covered with black shiny oil,
And wilted the flowers and stained all the soil.
The field filled with pinwheels was now not so charming,
For smoke filled the sky and the heat was alarming!
Her eyes filled with tears as she carried along,
down a long lonely trail where all right had been wronged.
The trees left were black but most were just stumps,
And instead of bright fields there were dark dirty dumps.
And just as she reached the end of her rope,
with the smog in the breeze and a frog in her throat.
She opened her eyes and what came into sight,
Were the two paths ahead one for wrong and one right.
She realized at last she could choose she could pick!
Which trial she went down and to which she would stick.
We all have a choice for our future you see,
We can power with the sun with the streams and the breeze.
And if we do it right now if we all make a change,
though it all seems so hard and it all seems so strange,
if we all just stop taking and we all start to give,
We can save what we love we can save where we live.

Let me know any ideas thanks!


  1. Hi Emma - I like the poem better than the story though the story has "twisted characters". Some sort of screwed up "spice girls".
    The poem reminds me of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" but again with a nice "green" twist.

    The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

    TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that, the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I marked the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    I like several lines and images in the poem and I think it can really work as a cool sequential art story.
    So why don't you go ahead?

  2. When I say GO AHEAD, I mean you now can turn the poem into Comic Book Pages. So then you can do the Thumbnails for Page I and so on till you reach the end.
    It also means that you will now have to work on an entire series of settings because the lil girl is going to travel through these. Fix the central character and move into the thumbnails.
    Let's see what happens.