“I
think bangs would look good,” remarked Steph as her scissors danced
around Becky’s hair.
“Watch
it!” gasped Becky as the scissors nicked her ear.
A rumble came from the basement. “Sorry,” sighed Steph. “They always get rowdy when they can smell blood.”
Shout out to the missus today for lending me a vampire illustration for this story. Once again, I was faffing about for a horror image and everybody loved her last painting, so hey, she’s back again this week. You can check her art out and say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.
“I’m
furious,” grumbled Yuffie. “Just left a restaurant where we
ordered oven baked giant-duck.”
“Didn’t
it taste very nice?” asked Ptera.
“It was alright,” sighed Yuffie, “but the bill was huge.”
I’ve mentioned before that I make far more content than I need. Doodles, stories and new characters. I create at least twice as much as I will use and discard the stuff I won’t use. I’ve got a couple of folders for stuff that I might use someday but not yet.
In a week-long display of disorganisation, I’m convinced I’ve used the last five pictures before, but I’ll be darned if I can remember when and where. Better planning in future required, I think!
The all-night theatre felt empty. Yet, behind the curtains lurked he who had witnessed every performance, heard every catcall, every boo. The applause. No Guy Fawkes, but still, a spectre bent on teasing emotions from the viewers. Fewer these days. And so the cravings grew, a drought having starved him. So much so that, at 3:33 am, he slipped forth, bared his talons and dug his way into the bowels of the young woman, her mate screaming at the sight. The mineral taste would do, for now.
Thanks to Anony Mole of anonymole.com for the, quite frankly, gruesome and visceral tale. I know some of you are eating your breakfast while reading this, and will absolutely love it. How’s that rhubarb on porridge looking, huh? Cheers, Anony!
The most terrifying thing about this tee is not the strange trend of Peter using motivational slogans, but that he’s used a font!
A bit of a cheat. The text was tiny and in my scribbled font, would be unreadable on any women with a cleavage about a B cup. So I resorted to using a nice font on the PC for it. I think it still looks on-trend for the Fears.
“It’s OK, my dear,” said Little Horn. “Plan A may have failed, but we have another twenty-five letters in the alphabet. Be calm. We will get there.”
Hurrah for a cheesy motivational. The funny thing about motivational quote things is that there’s often a snip of truth in them. I think I’m currently on Y. On my fourteenth run through the alphabet.
In all fourteen run-throughs, I have found a couple of plans that work. Implementing them is often trickier than I’d hope. Either way, when a plan doesn’t work I just move onto the next. No point getting hung up on what won’t work.
I had no background in marketing, but I did get the job of marketing several brands a few years back. One of the old brands I worked for was a retro-hair product. I’d get us everywhere. We’d have banners at the Brighton Burn Up motorcycle events; displays at barbers show’s; I’d get it into the hands of footballers for Instagram posts; onto the bathroom shelves in TV programs; into the GQ men’s awards; reviews in papers, magazines and blogs. Yeah, I’d get us everywhere. Some things worked, some things didn’t. But it never deterred me from trying everything once. Even if plans A to K do not work out.
I guess what I’m saying is if something doesn’t work, keep trying new things. Plan T might be the plan that works for you.
And with that, Little Horn’s available on my Etsy store. She’s an original ink, not a print. If you fail to set her frame level the first time, she won’t mind you having another 25 attempts.