Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“Come, we have others waiting for you upstairs,” said Lucy.
George paused at the stairwell rummaging in his jacket pockets.
“Oh that’s not going to work here,” said Lucy as he produced a phone.
“I have four bars,” said George.
“And I have a hammer,” replied Lucy, bringing a Stanley on Georges mobile.
Well, it’s one way of smashing a horror trope…
Rimshot
“Mr Prime Minister,” said Lucy, drifting over and shaking Georges’ hand. “She’s been waiting for you.”
Sam, ran up to George and threw her arm around him. “It’s like a fairy tale reunion,” grinned Lucy.
“You tell me such brilliant bed-time fairy tales,” said Sam.
“I’m glad you enjoy them,” replied Lucy.
“But why do they all start with ‘once upon a time?’”
“Sometimes they don’t,” replied Lucy. “Sometimes they start with ‘if elected, I promise…’”
Well, Lucy sounds like she’s having a good day. Thanks, rabble, for all the positive feedback on sound effects. Y’all still awesome.
George tumbled through the front door. “Holy crap, did you see that?” he asked the receptionist.
“Oh, yes sir. Happens all the time,” she replied. “Mr George North?”
“Yes,” mumbled George. “How did…”
“Take the stairs to the second floor, third door on the left, the crèche,” said Receptionist.
“Oh, no,” started George. “I had a daughter…”
“Yes,” chipped in the receptionist. “And she’s on the second floor.”
More sound effects. Some cuts. Works a lil bit better for the shorts I reckon.
“There are only two ways off this roof,” said Lucy.
Gerald peered over the edge at the stained concrete below.
He knew he wasn’t the first man given this choice.
He knew he wouldn’t be the last man given this choice.
And he knew, all the others would have made the decision as quick and easy as he had.
Ooo, sound effects! Crunchy.
For the last forty-five days, I have been posting stand-alone doodles rather than my old panels. I’ve also been lacking videos. Mostly Inktober experimenting on what else can work for the Fears. I’ve come to the conclusion, mostly, it doesn’t.
I have really enjoyed doing them and I hope to post some of the larger pieces now and again. I think the smaller simpler pics would work better with a punchline on them. Like Modern Toss. A classic strip I love. It would also make the medium far more Internet shareable than my current image plus story text. I definitely need to sort and compartmentalize the Fears website before I start mixing them in though. They would out of place among the panel doodles.
Speaking of which. My old panels had a unique look and feel to them. They were a huge part of the Little Fears identity. The Fears all began with me doodling monsters on newspapers images. It’s a strong visual style I’ve really missed this last month. They’ll be making a return this week along with the videos.
I really didn’t do enough with the videos or work YouTube. As such, they never gained the following or views they should have. Now I have an office of sorts and a bit more time in the day I want to get back into making them. But, we can add in a few things. Sounds, some basic visual effects and with the longer stories, me. Sitting in a chair, a dog at my feet, a dog on my lap, biscuit in one hand, a cup of tea in the other and a book in the other hand. Narrating the tales via moustache movements. It’ll be awesome.
The last time I mentioned chair and dog based moustache narration I was asked if I’d narrate other peoples stories. Yeah, as long as it fits with what I do, I’d be up for that. Horror, humour or weird stuff. I’ll do a couple of my own first of course. Once I’m in the groove I’ll be up for narrating other folks stories.
After October, I was meant to begin a new story following Copper and Iron on a road trip through desolate Little Fears world. Filled with all the usual puns and a smidge of drama and horror. But I’m not sure if that’s going to work now. I ran some loose seven-story long arcs for Grey Moons days and then three thirty tale long story arcs for Lily and Sally. I think that was my limit on what I can get away with for longer narratives. The Copper and Iron road trip was penned at ninety stories long. Posting five a week that’s one story that’ll last four months. Would anyone follow the tale for that long? I doubt it. I’m not sure I would and I’m the one that posts them. So I’m going to go for some shorter stories and one-offs instead for a while. At least until I can separate stuff up on the website into storylines.
Oh god, that means tampering with the website again… Last time I did that I blew it up for 3 days and had to re-install everything. It’s still not working right either. Sigh I’ll get there. First things first though. Let’s see what Lucy’s been up too since visiting the Grey Moon bar all those months ago, in this weeks story, Levels. We’ll start with part one tomorrow.
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Thank you so much for following along on the Fears journey with me. I do hope you continue to enjoy seeing, reading and hearing my stories and doodles as much as I enjoy inflicting them upon you.
I mean telling them… Telling them to you… Kinda…
Cheers!
“New book?” asked Yuffie.
“Yeah,” replied Hydra. “Struggling to get into it.”
“What is it?” asked Yuffie.
“Collins Thesaurus,” replied Hydra. “Nothing to write house about.”
Yuffie grimaced.
“I didn’t rate Thesaurus either,” pipped in Red. “I got forty pages in and not one dinosaur.”
“Let’s have a look at that,” said Yuffie, inspecting the bottle’s label.
“Good stuff,” pointed out Marge.
“Jeez, Marge,” gasped Yuffie, “that’s some old whiskey.”
“I know,” replied Marge. “I just like my whiskey like I like my women.”
“Aye?” asked Yuffie.
“Twice my age and from Scotland,” grinned Marge.
“Another text?” asked Yuffie.
“Yeah,” grumbled Lucy.
“That must have been twenty in five minutes,” pondered Yuffie. “Who’re they all from?”
“My ex,” sighed Lucy.
Fuen looked over Lucy’s shoulder. “They all say ‘wish you were here…’”
“Yep,” grumbled Lucy. “She always sends them when she’s walking through a graveyard.”
Sprite stepped out of the Posh Nosh restaurant elevator. “Have a good day son,” said the lift operator.
“Don’t call me son,” grumbled Sprite. “You ain’t my dad.”
“Well, no,” pondered the lift operator. “But I brought you up didn’t I?”
“I tell ya, man,” said Sprite, “my new job’s so hard.”
“What is it?” asked Red.
“Professional dog walker,” replied Sprite.
“Ah,” pondered Red. “I would have thought it was a walk in the park.”
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