"Coming Into Terms With It"

Progress Update and An Important Announcement

We had a meeting with our content mentor, Patrick, and another teacher, Marisol, a couple weeks ago. I talked more about the story while Anja talked about the art style. We presented two packets, one for each story, that included the original story, the script, the thumbnails, and any other supplemental sketches. After the presentation we talked about what happens next.

They were both very impressed with the amount of work we had put in already. Patrick requested that we come up with a more fleshed out dummy copy so that he could flip through that rather than read through the script or story, as well as an art sample so that we know how the overall comic will look like.

But the biggest decision that arose from the meeting was the fact that we didn’t have enough time to work on two stories at once, especially for a rookie duo like us. Patrick urged us to choose one, and so it is with a heavy heart that I announce “Getting Where I Need to Be” as shelved.

Now, that’s not to say that “Getting” won’t ever be made into a printed copy. Just not anytime soon, depending on our respective schedules. In the meeting, Patrick said that it would be better to focus on “The Girl Who Ran” because it would really stretch our abilities in trying to convey our messages through imagery and expression, rather than captions and dialogue.

With that being said, we got to work. Anja’s currently working on the dummy copy and getting that ready for Patrick. Progress is being made! More updates to come soon.

Story the Second: Getting Where I Need To Be — excerpt

I stared at the bird, trying to avoid any obstacles that came across my path. A few times a wall or a fence stopped me, but I thought fast, walking around it or climbing over it. It did appear to wait for me though, for when I had lost sight of the small dark bird, it held its place until we made eye contact again.

It led me to the main streets now where the ordinary walked about. It was difficult to keep an eye on the bird and keep from bumping into people. In fact, it was inevitable as I garnered some nasty stares in my direction as I bumped shoulders with a few people from time to time. My quiet “sorry”s did nothing to deter them, but I chose not to care. They would understand if they were in my shoes.

I kept this up for a few more blocks before a slight bump turned nasty. As I turned a corner, my eyes aimed at the sky, I ran into a girl, her gaze down on her phone or whatever gadget she had. With a loud “oomph!” from the both of us, we tumbled onto the ground, her phone and the contents of her bag spilling out onto the pavement.

“Oh god!” I gasped. “Sorry about that. You okay?”

“Yeah,” she groaned, scrambling after her stuff. “Why don’t you—“

I looked up to find her staring at me, her eyes a deep shade of green. Cautiously, I waved my hands in front of her face.

“Hey,” I called out. “You sure you didn’t hit your head or anything?”

“Wha‐‐?” she snapped out of it, and realizing she was staring right at me, blushed.

“Sh‐shut up! What were you doing anyway?”

“Er…” I liked her better when she was quiet; I decided that much already. “Nothing. Just… getting where I need to be I suppose.”

Story the First: The Girl Who Ran — excerpt

For the first time, the girl felt alone. Her sadness grabbed hold of her and a single tear fell from her eye. She sunk and knelt to the ground, holding her shoulders to keep her from shaking. She closed her eyes and waited. For what, she didn’t know. It wasn’t long until her heart started peeking through. The girl, surprised by this sudden disturbance, opened her eyes and tried to push her heart back into her chest. As hard as she tried, it wouldn’t budge. Eventually, she gave up and went back to cradling herself. Her heart started to dislodge itself, inching out little by little.

And so her heart fell out.

As soon as she noticed, it was too late. She tried to catch it as it fell, but it slipped past her fingertips. The heart landed in the dirt and for a split second, everything was still. Then the earth swallowed it.

She couldn’t believe it. She knew it was what kept her going after all this time, but she figured she really had no use for it othewise. And now it was gone.

She closed her eyes and the tears flowed. Salty tears traveled down her face and onto the ground, absorbed by the dirt. The tears wandered down and found their way to her heart, thought it didn’t resemble much of a heart at that point.

Instead of a heart, it was a seed. A seed that, when the tears reached it, broke open
and started rooting itself, building a foundation underground. The tears came and the seed grew. Soon, it grew upwards, breaking through the surface in the form of a small sprout. Surprised by the sprout’s sudden appearance, the girl paused and peered closer. She bent down and inspected the little thing, rubbing a small leaf between her fingers. She took a small breath and the ground started to shake. She leapt back and watched as the small sprout transformed and grew into a large and mighty tree: branches, leaves, fruit, and all.