This guy deserved his own post.
Showing posts with label character study. Show all posts
Showing posts with label character study. Show all posts
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Post-apocalyptic fairy tales - Sleeping Beauty
They find her buried deep in the ruins of the old city. Her eyes are black and empty. "Looks like the old girl's been powered down since the uprising," says Gretel, climbing over the rubble. "What is it?" asks Hansel curiously. He's heard stories about the old times, of course, but it's his first glimpse into the past and he feels strangely uneasy. "It's a 'borg," says Gretel knowingly. "Looks like an Oracle." She reaches out a hand as if to brush off the cobwebs but stops halfway. There's something about the Oracle that seems sacred and even Gretel - brash, fearless Gretel - stands back reverently. When she speaks again her voice has dropped to a hush. "That there's a piece of history; the beginning of the end." Hansel can't think of anything to say; he ends up staring into the cyborg's dead eyes and imagines he sees a spark of life in them.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Kakart
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| The 'mugshot'. I imagine this story would involve being kidnapped by the Viet Cong. |
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| The 'wizened general'. "War's a-comin', son. Y'gotta learn t'read th'signs." |
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| The "prematurely aged; gotta retire from this ninja life sometime, right?" |
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Post-apocalyptic fairy tales: Hansel and Gretel
I spent a morning re-imagining Hansel and Gretel as survivors of a terrible plague in a post-apocalyptic dystopia. It was kind of awesome (I was procrastinating at the time). Here are a couple of character sketches.
Hansel and Gretel
Hansel and Gretel found each other one evening in the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust. They assumed these names because they had long since forgotten their real ones. "Fuck that shit," said now-Gretel. "Our old lives are over so we don't need those names anyway." Now-Hansel shrugged tiredly and made a tentative estimate of the time in relation to the sun's position in the sky. "What should we do now?" he asked. "Whatever we want," replied Gretel, grimly.
Now that humans are an endangered species, Baba Yaga spends most of her days feeling bored and hungry. "I just need a little snack," she tells unwitting visitors, before clubbing them over the head with her giant pestle-cum-walking stick.
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