29.1.11

Short Story 1


After the wind, hail, and ice subsided storm raced furiously across the desert. With each glimmer of the moon she hoped to overstand, how, why, and when the priestess would strike again. A whole town seemingly wiped out. And for what? It was Storm's "Ayanmo" to be special, but now she wondered what to do next.

4 comments:

Borish said...

I like this mang. good job.

Robert Trujillo/Tres said...

Thank you sir. Finna make it into a series of little short things, no form, direction-just fun. Let me know if u wanna collab on one.

Lamar Mathurin said...

dope! really dig the sketch quality!

Robert Trujillo/Tres said...

Thank you sir Lamar. Whatagwan out deyur?