I did a few doodles after a very unproductive day. Animation day and sorting the forum tomorrow and Tuesday and Creative Writing on Thursday. Am I excited? Yes, yes I am!
He could tell right away someone had been in his house. The glass splattered the hall way and blood lingered on the door window pane. Crunching the glass with his boots Andy Sparks turned to his light switch; there were no lights either: great. Another step forward. The cottage was small so their wasn't a lot of room to hide and he feared what he would find in the darkness. He turned to look into the galley kitchen and froze as a groan rang out from behind him – pained and muffled from the living room. He turned round slowly and crept to the archway. “Who's there?” he raised his mobile phone like a weapon which had been doubling as a torch. “Show yourself or I'll call the police...” He tailed off as a figure came into view in the half light. He gaped; going ashen as he looked upon her and how her hands seemed to will him towards them. “Andy...” rasped the figure, her voice painful to the ear. “Andy it's me...you have to--” “Shh!” he hushed her as ...
Hello! If you have stumbled upon this blog, or rather I've told you it exists, I expect you'd like to know what it's actually about. This blog is to write about my experiences, opinions and maybe even some short fiction that I like to dabble in, hence the title: Stuff Soph Wrote. I am Sophie, or "Soph" for short, and I'm a recent graduate in Animation from the University of the West of England, Bristol. I really enjoyed my course which I'd been working towards since my teens, but by my third year I found myself hungering for words and stories far more than I did for animation production. So here I am, still being creative, dabbling in full time work in the world of coffee and in my spare time I will be writing here. I hope you enjoy your stay!
My name is Peter King, and I am committing a crime. A crime of what you ask? This I cannot tell you. That would divulge the secret of my success in this ugly world. I'm not what you'd call a criminal though; that's all I can tell you about the current situation. In my life I have seen that a crime can be justified as two things. The first is a crime that is something that is considered by the state, government, religion to be wrong. This means of course that it could be anything from parking on the yellow line to stabbing my girlfriend in the neck with a kitchen knife. The second is a more personal definition of crime. A wrong thing. A crime that is considered evil – whether is it illegal or not, to be the wrong colour, a different sexuality. Depending on the person, and the peoples it effects it is still considered as such a crime. I guess, in the scheme of things it is up to you to see what my crime is defined by. Rain is pouring down the back of m...
Loving that guy on the right! Great stuff!
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