Make your own Banner Here!

Friday, September 15, 2006

   More examples of my work ^^
















Comments (0) | Permalink

Thursday, August 3, 2006

   New pic - E-Force


when i was twelve, i drew my first comic strip called E-Force (Element force). It was, no that i look back on it, very, very crap - great storyline, but the drawings were a little pleh. I decided to continue with this story, but in the form of a manga and in the spirit of things, drew this really neat pic of the five girls the E-Force make.
From left to right its: Veronica - Thunder
Kay - Fire
Oliver - Psychic
Carrie - Ice
Chi Chi - Earth
Its such a treasure and once i've updated the new version i'll place it on here ^^

~~Fresco~~

Comments (0) | Permalink

Friday, July 7, 2006

   Chapter 1 - pages end of 2 - beginning of 4
Not so long after the curious pair had left, the little houses of Crescent Point came alive with its many inhabitants. The sun was out today, shinning its rays into the windows of the houses, warning everyone it was the beginning of a new school term.
The postman was seen cycling round to each house delivering mail and various other post related items. He finally came to house number seven, the last and smallest house in the cul de sac. He wandered up the path, separating the driveway to the quaint little front garden, and pulled out the Fresco’s mail. Approaching the mailbox, a loud bang sounded from inside, startling the postman and dropping all of the mail over the path. Rushing footsteps and shouting was heard running towards the front door from the other side. From there, the door burst open frightening the postman once more.
“Oh, I’m so sorry if I startled you,” said a fair voice.’
The postman stood tall and smart, trying his best not to act as though he had been startled and handed Mrs. Fresco her mail. Mrs. Fresco was extremely beautiful and the kindest woman you could ever meet. She smiled at the postman showing off her wonderful complexion, long flowing blonde hair and dazzling ivy green eyes – which is where she gets her name.
“Its okay Ivy,” said the postman blushing brightly. “Just wondering what that bang was?”
“What, that? That’s nothing, just my micro wave.”
“Mi- microwave?” asked the confused Postman.
“Well, yeah. You see my daughter likes this chocolate porridge for breakfast, don’t ask why, and the microwave occasionally tends to explode everything.”
“…Right-? Well, I best be off-”
“Bye then!”
Slamming the door on the baffled Postman, Mrs. Fresco tore open her mail (which included financial letters – credit card bill and an endless phone bill, a postcard from Grandma Naomi and Woman’s FAB Clothing catalogue) and entered the kitchen. She re-entered the hallway moments later with a rather large frying pan. Positioning the frying in mid-air over the banister of the stairs, Mrs. Fresco took in a large breath, gripped the pan as tight as she could and proceeded with the usual morning wake up call.
“LEYA! IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF YOUR PIT AND READY FOR SCHOOL! MOVE IT!”
Upstairs on the exceptionally small landing, where the bashing of the frying pan reverberated off the beige walls, were three rooms. The largest belonged to Mrs. Fresco- just, Mrs. Fresco, who had nice views overlooking the back garden and was joint onto the family bathroom at the other end, which was the second room. The third room belonged to a once slumbering, now groggily thirteen year old.
“COME ON LEYA! DON’T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!”
With a roll and a groan, the figure wrapped up in covers moved from her comfortable position and sat up. She gazed half squinting around the rosy coloured room, attempting to move but as normal, laziness took over.
“…Sleep…”
Bright morning sunlight was beginning to creep through the tiny slits of the window blinds, shining into the cluttered room and onto the bed. Waking first thing on a Monday morning, on a new school day, at the beginning of a new school year, can be very heavy on the brain. After a yawn and a final roll, Leya Fresco managed to clamber out of bed.
On the outside, Leya Fresco was a very ordinary thirteen-year-old girl. She had all the normal features; shoulder length, flicky brown hair, wonderful turquoise blue eyes, the few freckles running along her nose, ears, arms, legs and one slim torso. She was also slightly smaller than most of her friends and was very easy to loose in a crowd, unlike her friend Lou, who was the tallest in their year. However, unlike many of her friends, Leya was a bit of a daredevil and enjoyed taking risks (or sometimes, being just plain clumsy), which her body could tell you quite clearly; bumps, bangs, scrapes, grazes, bruises, bashes, marks, scars and even the odd stitch, would tell you a different story of Leya’s dare devilish antics. But there was one mark on her body, not caused by dare devilish antics or by accident, and had no amazing adventure behind it. This was a mark that Leya forbid any one to speak of because she hated it so much, and I only tell you of it now, because I would feel awfully upset if you were to become shocked or appalled later on – best do it now and get it over with.
There was no way of hiding it, disguising it or even covering it for it was too big a deal to conceal. Its not like anyone could miss a burn so unordinary and mysterious as Leya’s. Murky and purple where the tissue was barely touched, but black and deep where the skin was most sensitive. It was a burn like no other and was classed as a ‘birthmark’ rather than a burn for there was no knowledge to how the burn was actually caused. For the rest of her life, Leya had to dress differently so no one would see the unordinary fault upon her ordinary body.


Comments (0) | Permalink

   Defeat, Vengence & Victory - The Trilogy Angels






Comments (0) | Permalink

» Archives