Right now I’m working on a script for a comic book that my friend George has agreed to do the artwork for. I came up with the idea a long time ago (and by a long time, I mean May), so I’m really excited to see how this turns out. Assuming anyone gives a shit, I’ll post samples once I have something decent to show.
(Hopefully) an Improvement:
I’ve updated my masterlist and worklist, and added an about the author page. I’ve also changed my theme, so hopefully the blog is a bit more readable now. If I’ve got any followers with disabilities that are having accessibility issues, drop me a line so I can fix it, please.
Memories ;; OPEN
At first, Ichigo was fine. No pain, nothing. He just sat there, writing his essay onto a sheet of paper. It was supposed to be due tomorrow, but of course, he left it to the last minute due to his Shinigami work and sending souls to Soul Society.
Suddenly, he hunched over in his chair with a sharp sting running down his chest. He saw, felt the past play all over again in his mind and all he saw was his mother continuously sacrificing herself just to save him from the Hollow, or whatever it was that had originally been going after him instead of her.
He attempted getting up and jumping out of the window to get outside, preferably for some fresh air but it didn’t make the feeling go. It made it a lot worse, a whole lot worse.
He started walking, holding his hand up to his chest where the pain still remained. And when he turned, he saw a distant figure that seemed to be walking over to him. He tried speaking, but all that came out was a small, pitiful whine. It..hurts.
