Graphic Novel Illustrations
- Hali: Closed
- Zawadi: $75
- Wasilisho Zilizopokelewa: 4
- Mshindi: SenseiMikkicca
Maelezo ya Shindano
Abstract, full color, no specific page count, will work with and hire on spontaneous basis. I have worked on novel for long-time. I would like there to be graphic novel version. The story line is the world departs from material existence in an eschaton into the multiverse, the stories I have in mind is exploratory of this universe. I have the creative flair for the ideas but no artistic patience or drawing talent to do a graphic novel. More details on story after awarding.
For contest: Illustrate this scene. However long or which part you feel appropriate.
Zane marched and marched, stomping foot by foot into the oblivion of the transcendental heights of the madness humanity which became dry. He shouted out to the crowd of belligerents and the coppers who are middle aged, and brains fried. They began to march slowly into step, to the crisp, to the point, to the meter metronome, they stepped left and right. Zane shouted.
“Sign you sons of bitches! We are the sons! We are the daughters! Of the strength of the mighty father! Marching into land upon the sun we cry!” The belligerents and ghast began marching in unison. The dispossessed spirits who had shifted in their seats smiling as the chant was truly a prayer to their heavens from which erected by them to the behold the gatekeepers of paradise machinating people onto conveyer belts to spin left and twirl around shaping people into whatever madness they become.
The dispossessed spirit of haunted day tuned to one of haunted night. “They speak of heavens, and you shall bring the hells. Together we shall tether our order once more.” At once their spirits came down from the transcendental cavern into the belligerents' hearts sickening their spirits, cause debilitating illness and sickness. They began coughing and ad whopping sneezes. The only way they could cope is with the drugs of mechanical happiness, they took alcohol, they took chemicals, they streaked from absurdity. The marching began, they timely stomped the ground, clamoring at what was left. The remnants. Looking up to the sky, they saw holiness of the skyscrapers which they fight for and into its erection.
At once Zane marched the belligerents down the street. Some people grew scared and cowered away. Most looked up their new heaven in amazement. The silent violin began screeching its discord of madness. At once, mobs of people sifted into the mix of belligerents. They narrowed down the street amongst the skyscrapers. They group turned into formation of stomping boots, stricken that nearly cut off their own circulation, turning their skin into a gray paleness. They sang the chants even higher and louder into union. Outskirts of members held torches that lit up the vicinity of their darkness, which led them to believe they were the light.
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Maoni ya Muajiri
“He worked outside his native language and still nailed my artistic vision of my work. Very intelligent and creative. Will hire for another bigger project.”
JoshuaHumphreys, United States.
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