“I am,” sighed Deerhound. “I slept in a puddle last night. Now the fur on my knee is all matted.”
“Sorry to hear that,” replied Sprite. “Hey, it could be worse. You could have your leg stuck in a hole in the ground filled with water.”
“Give it a break,” sighed Deerhound. “I know you mean well…”
HAH! Unusually subtle for me. Like yesterday, my tiny Fear is available on Etsy for £6 with free global postage. Linky: littlefears.etsy.com
When I posted yesterday, I looked at the panel and remembered why I don’t like the ultra short comic style for the Fears. Drawing out a story for maximum-groan is what causes my readers to cry out in pain when they read the punchline. Without the longer story side of it, readers are less likely to slam their heads on the desk, snap pencils or throw keyboards across the room.
It seems most people agree. That’s fine with me!
I was surprised at how many folks showed the love for my usual lo-fi photo with doodle on. My cockles were warmed. Cheers, rabble! So, mixing it up is the way forward. A little of this and a little of that, all within the Fears aesthetic and humour.
Although, this week, it’s all about the micro doodle.
I have no video today because it would be far too short. I’ll save this week’s tales up and put five into a single video.
Please do let me know if you prefer this style or my usual wordier stories and old style images. I only plan to do these for a week, but it’ll sure help knowing what is and isn’t liked in the future.
I’ll be selling this week’s doodles on Etsy. They’re only trading card size, but it’s a cheap way to nobble a Fears doodle. Linky: littlefears.etsy.com
“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!
Little Fears 