a story

Lately i've ended up starting this little story. It sort of started itself in the form of an image and it's sort of lead itself. Strangely after working on the image, i seem to automatically know what the next part of the story is that goes with it. I'm not sure where it's going, or how it'll end, but it seems to know so i'll just rely on my subconscious to take me to the next part of the tale. There are two parts so far and they are as follows:

Only jeremy felt they shouldn't follow it. it was too late though. They'd been following it for years in what seemed like an unchanging path. He wanted to leave. He was cold with fear and exhaustion and sadness. He knew it was leading them to their death but they were his brothers and sisters and he knew how much they loved the glow that surrounded it. He'd never leave them.

Jeremy managed to break them away from the path and down to the sea where an old steam boat was picking others up. They weren't wearing red. they were wearing grey. He took this to be a good thing. They climbed on and the boat turned out into the sea. He wasn't sure how long they had been sailing before he saw it. It was there but it wasn't glowing. It was turning from red to grey and it was coming down towards them at a frightening rate. He stood in front of his brothers and sisters, and waited for it to reach him.




I've been on some late shifts at work in the later half of this week so there's not been much time to draw when i get home (long bus journey) but i'll get back to the next part of the story when i'm back to earlier shifts next week. In the meantime, i've been practising a bit of writing again. I used to love writing and i want to get back into it. So keep your eyes peeled for some written word as well as pictures.