Okay so I have left this alone for a while (okay 2 years) as I have been busy doing other things. Namely a new job and standing for election as city councillor but I am looking at it again as Clint magazine in UK want original submissions for high end concept stories. Well if The Cascade does not fit the bill then I do not know what would. First write a short story ala twilight zone with art and submit…
the mist spread thickly across the docklands like the tentacles of some great beast
COPYRIGHT MARK A WILLIAMS
The Cascade
The Sound of One Hand Clapping
Chapter 1 – Setting Sun.
The mist slowly began to condense over the murky waters of the river in the early evening. The sky over the city is a murky grey, the odd dirty seagull wheels and whirls overhead looking for its next meal among the rubbish and litter. The mist slowly rolls off the river and across the docks, gently licking and touching each object it comes into contact with. It thickens and dirties in colour as the first touch of the nights cold squeezes it into a newborn fog. The dock is decrepit and disused. Junk and detritus from its former life as a busy industrial quay and the years of neglect and dumping by locals have left it looking like the scene of some weird accident. Tufts of grass have taken hold in patches, between crates and prams and shopping trolleys, bursting up through the rotten mildewed concrete. Overhead there are ancient rusting cranes that once hauled cargo from boats, ships and barges onto the docks. They now hang lifeless and limp, vaguely silhouetted through the growing fog bank by the setting sun in a grey sky. The cranes presence scars the landscape and the view of the horizon like petrified giraffes, framing the sky and giving depth perception to the scene. The fog rolls on, expanding and thickening, sliding its icy tendrils up the cranes, greedily swallowing the lower objects in its path, smothering them, denying the night its shadows.
Further along the dock there are some disused Victorian warehouses still visible as the fog encroaches upon their territory and heads towards them. The plaster covering the outside walls has decayed and fallen off in so many places, exposing the red brick beneath. It is impossible to tell where the plaster ends and the liberal splashing of toxic seagull shit begins. But the seagulls are strangely silent tonight, the fog is dampening all sound and there are now no gulls to be seen or heard. The nearest warehouse is a good fifty metres from the cranes and is set apart from the other warehouses by being much further up the docks. The rest form a dark avenue, each cast a shadow across the other, in the half-light of dusk and are soon to be swallowed by the encroaching fog. This warehouse once had great inspiring church like arched windows round all sides. The panes in each section of each window are now either broken or missing. Odd pieces of rag are caught on some remnants of broken glass still held to the frame and they gently move with the night breeze. There is a faint light emanating from within this warehouse, as though some rogue and lonely light bulb still endures within. From the corner, looking at two sides of the warehouse it looks like a giant cage, to house some indefinable great beast. Through the now empty windows the fog begins to crawl its way inside the warehouse, to explore the inside of the massive seemingly empty building. There is a wooden stage or loading area raised at one side that is probably a rotten and lethal trap after these years of neglect.
As the fog wends it way in and across the great expanse of floor in the warehouse there is a slight flickering of the light emanating from the far end of the warehouse hinting that it is either moving or being moved. A muffled hint of hushed voices from the far end can just be heard growing nearer and clearer, the light source barely any brighter in the dark of the warehouse with the night’s fog trailing around the floor in wispy curls.
I really do not understand the point of tumbularity. Is it to encourage us to post more blogs here on tumblr in vain hope to have a percieved greater popularity?
My problem with is it that i run 4 blogs on tumblr and the tumbularity only seems to score from my main and original blog.
Perhaps i am just moaning because that is now the blog that i post to least. Apart from now with this post.
Also my twitter connection to repost my tweets does not seem to be scored into my tumbularity.
Are tumblr just being greedy with their brand and trying to get us to post all our online content to tumblr directly and exclusively i wonder?
has sent off the first children’s book draft to interested publishers. thank bananas for spell check. i cant type or spell seemingly.
Wow i do not understand that system when i have 4 live daily updated blogs on here yet my ‘tumbularity’ count only comes from my original blog not the lot. That is weird, pointless and rubbish in my opinion. I mean come on you are therefore deliberately ignoring the other blogs. RUBBISH!
Salem - The Dark Prince. Now tell me that cat does not look evil. An inspiration from one of my cats to create a cat as character in my comic book… called Fang!
Now this is gonna be short as i am only just warming to this whole blog thing as an author but i started to wonder about cats in comics today.
I love comics and i love cats and there are a few cat related characters (hellcat, cat-woman, tigra, that bloke in jsa).
I am intending to include cats as running motif in backgrounds of The Cascade and will eventually have a cat as character in it. Yes really. A cat called Fang. With a collar and tag that says “Fuck Off!” and gets powers. size changing powers.
I also have a concept for a cat-woman styled alternate bat-man that could be a dc alternate or wilsdstorm or something else as it has some homage alternates and some other not homage characters.
So I have to wonder is that a good idea? and can anyone think of other cats in comics?
This week i have been mostly sketching out concepts for some children’s illustrated bedtime story books that i have had notes on for over a year. I have one about a little girl who meets a fairy that hides stuff, one about elephants hiding in the house, one about a spooky looking family that are not spooky at all and one about a dinosaur that likes words. and i have 4 publishers already interested in the first one as i have a full first draft done.
got one initial lead to send children’s bedtime story book manuscripts off to publisher!