Inktober Day Eight – Star

20 thoughts on “Inktober Day Eight – Star”

1. 1. Cheers, Larry.

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2. Ooooooooooooo….

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   1. Dun, dun duuuuun!

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3. Worse? Either way, you’re dead. I always envision the saint they fried in a giant skillet. But you raise an interesting question—do you remember after you’re dead? Interesting juxtaposition—thanx!

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   1. I’m unsure of the science of it, but if the star has a toothy mouth (as pictured), would that mean if the earth was swallowed whole by a star, mankind would meet it’s end in darkness due to the loss of the sun while being digested slowly by the cosmic beast? I think I’d rather worlds collide.

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      1. Friendly=it’s = it is. Its = possessive. Tough choice. swallowed whole sounds like Jonah. Jonah was barfed up, wasn’t he? So maybe a slim chance ol’ Toothy would find us distasteful? Whereas collision would be difficult to avoid, even with galactic engineering. Practice makes perfect, somebody sez, but I hope we don’t find out!

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      2. Are little fears worse than big fears, do ya think? Idk.

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4. Don’t look Ethel!

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   1. Arf, cover ya eyes lady.

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5. I suppose it’s a good thing all those city lights make most of the stars invisible.

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   1. Ahh, so we can’t see our doom coming to us? 😀

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      1. Precisely.

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6. I love your creepy Inktober drawings. Keep them going!

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   1. Thank you, Mingwei. 🙂

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7. Worse fates? Maybe no…

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   1. Depends on whether being digested slowly by another start is worse than stars colliding quickly… 🙂

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8. Vertical-necked, bugged-eyed stare
   begins singing quietly with a mad lilt “…it… mean…. no worries….”

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   1. Arf. We all gota get eaten by a star someday, right?

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      1. It is the wheel of the cosmos. From stars are things, and to stars things must go.

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