Jan 29, 2011

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:

  1. Benjamin RojasFebruary 2, 2011 at 11:44 AM

    I like this mang. good job.

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  2. Robert Trujillo/TresFebruary 2, 2011 at 12:26 PM

    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.

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  3. Lamar MathurinFebruary 2, 2011 at 8:14 PM

    dope! really dig the sketch quality!

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  4. Robert Trujillo/TresFebruary 3, 2011 at 9:12 AM

    Thank you sir Lamar. Whatagwan out deyur?

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