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Here it is, in its entirety, my nanomango comic "Seedling"!
Guys, I beg you. GIVE ME FEEDBACK. I wanna improve.
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Nothing slept, content in her lonliness. but her sleep spawned a dream. The dream was given life as it formed, changing and growing.... and her name was the "First Day". And it was good.
Nothing loved her daughter, and gave First Day the task of giving birth to the universe, however she pleased. And the earth was created on the second day. And it was good.
With the world created, First Day found herself hungry. But the world was empty.
On the third day, she created the life water, birthing the trees and grass, and created fowls of the air and fish of the sea to live there. And it was good.
on the fourth day, she created all the animals, including cats in her own image. Into each, she put a drop of life water, gifting them with perfect knowledge of the cosmos and life itself. First Day was so proud of her creations, that her heart leapt from her chest and into the sky. And on the fifth day, the sun was created.
With the creation of the moon, the universe, in First Day's eyes, was complete. But there was a problem. The first death....birthed....
First Day: "What the hell is that?"
First Day: "Oh this isn't good."
Thing: ?
First Day: "SPEAK VERMIN! I demand to know what you're doing in my perfect world."
Thing: ?
First Day:...."You don't have a soul, do you?"
First Day, for the first time, felt confused. What WAS the odd creature? She liked it, whatever it was. Though it lacked the bond all the other creatures shared, it was intelligent. A hunter by nature, it adapted perfectly. She even gave it a mate. And they were called "human", which meant "amusing" to First Day.
But it had no soul. So into each, First Day planted a seed. A soul seed. The seed could grow, if given the chance. IT JUST NEEDED ONE.
?: Ah little one.... it is time.
?: Oh no.....that poor soul.
Soul: Who am I? What am I? I was supposed to be something.....now I'll never know.
Soul: Where do I go? Which way do I go?
Figure: it's your choice, dear soul.
Soul: Who are you?
Figure: I am all things to all people.
Figure: Come with me.
Soul: where are we going?
Figure: To see the first day.
Soul: sir? do.....do I have a name?
Figure: No.
Figure: Behold, THE FIRST DAY!
First Day: Well well, a lost soul. I suppose you want a place to go, right? You and everyone else! And let me guess, you also want a second chance! UGH! you souls are SO annoying. So tell me, soul, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Soul:....a name?
FD:.....oh. Sweeteart, you're a soul. Souls don't need names.
Soul: o....oh. But that's all I want....
FD: aww, don't cry. Listen, I'll ake you a deal. I'll grant you a name and a life on earth if you do something for me. You see, I've got a bit of a problem.
FD: There was a human of unparalleled purity of soul. When he sang, his voice was that of an angel. He WAS an angel. That's why they killed him. The evil of the world broke his spirit, then killed him. Even his death was broken. His sorrow, in death, trapped him in the farthest corner of the universe. THE GRIEVOUS ANGEL.
FD: He has forgotten love....hope....even his own name.
Soul: How can I help?
FD: Take this to him. Make him remember.
Soul: are.....are you sure I can do it?
FD: I'll be with you.
Soul: It's all well and good that First Day believes in me....but I couldn't even get born. What if I just make it worse? .......this should be interesting.
Soul: hmm....what is he dreaming of?
Stork: Mmmyes, see, that's where I must disagree, old friend. E=MC2 can't possibly be the theory of relativity, as it doesn't factor in how many relatives you have. Simple.
Jacob: gee Wilson, how'd you get so smart?
Stork: ah, you're such a good friend, Jacob.
Soul: Friend......is that what you are? .....friend....
Soul: I wish I knew your name, friend. Who you are....you're with the angel. were you in love? I can almost hear him sing to you....
In my hour of darkness, in my hour of need
Oh lord grant me courage
Oh lord grant me speed
Soul: That's it....they were in love, but the evil took him away....and now you're all alone. *sniffle* Don't worry my friend. I'll save your angel.
kid: Dear Diary, I had the dream again.
kid: despite my best efforts, I can't shake the feeling that it's true. If it IS real, then I want to help somehow. I've just GOT to.
Soul: Dear friend, I can feel you. You're Near. Don't worry. I'm coming.
:D
Here it is, in its entirety, my nanomango comic "Seedling"!
Guys, I beg you. GIVE ME FEEDBACK. I wanna improve.
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Nothing slept, content in her lonliness. but her sleep spawned a dream. The dream was given life as it formed, changing and growing.... and her name was the "First Day". And it was good.
Nothing loved her daughter, and gave First Day the task of giving birth to the universe, however she pleased. And the earth was created on the second day. And it was good.
With the world created, First Day found herself hungry. But the world was empty.
On the third day, she created the life water, birthing the trees and grass, and created fowls of the air and fish of the sea to live there. And it was good.
on the fourth day, she created all the animals, including cats in her own image. Into each, she put a drop of life water, gifting them with perfect knowledge of the cosmos and life itself. First Day was so proud of her creations, that her heart leapt from her chest and into the sky. And on the fifth day, the sun was created.
With the creation of the moon, the universe, in First Day's eyes, was complete. But there was a problem. The first death....birthed....
First Day: "What the hell is that?"
First Day: "Oh this isn't good."
Thing: ?
First Day: "SPEAK VERMIN! I demand to know what you're doing in my perfect world."
Thing: ?
First Day:...."You don't have a soul, do you?"
First Day, for the first time, felt confused. What WAS the odd creature? She liked it, whatever it was. Though it lacked the bond all the other creatures shared, it was intelligent. A hunter by nature, it adapted perfectly. She even gave it a mate. And they were called "human", which meant "amusing" to First Day.
But it had no soul. So into each, First Day planted a seed. A soul seed. The seed could grow, if given the chance. IT JUST NEEDED ONE.
?: Ah little one.... it is time.
?: Oh no.....that poor soul.
Soul: Who am I? What am I? I was supposed to be something.....now I'll never know.
Soul: Where do I go? Which way do I go?
Figure: it's your choice, dear soul.
Soul: Who are you?
Figure: I am all things to all people.
Figure: Come with me.
Soul: where are we going?
Figure: To see the first day.
Soul: sir? do.....do I have a name?
Figure: No.
Figure: Behold, THE FIRST DAY!
First Day: Well well, a lost soul. I suppose you want a place to go, right? You and everyone else! And let me guess, you also want a second chance! UGH! you souls are SO annoying. So tell me, soul, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Soul:....a name?
FD:.....oh. Sweeteart, you're a soul. Souls don't need names.
Soul: o....oh. But that's all I want....
FD: aww, don't cry. Listen, I'll ake you a deal. I'll grant you a name and a life on earth if you do something for me. You see, I've got a bit of a problem.
FD: There was a human of unparalleled purity of soul. When he sang, his voice was that of an angel. He WAS an angel. That's why they killed him. The evil of the world broke his spirit, then killed him. Even his death was broken. His sorrow, in death, trapped him in the farthest corner of the universe. THE GRIEVOUS ANGEL.
FD: He has forgotten love....hope....even his own name.
Soul: How can I help?
FD: Take this to him. Make him remember.
Soul: are.....are you sure I can do it?
FD: I'll be with you.
Soul: It's all well and good that First Day believes in me....but I couldn't even get born. What if I just make it worse? .......this should be interesting.
Soul: hmm....what is he dreaming of?
Stork: Mmmyes, see, that's where I must disagree, old friend. E=MC2 can't possibly be the theory of relativity, as it doesn't factor in how many relatives you have. Simple.
Jacob: gee Wilson, how'd you get so smart?
Stork: ah, you're such a good friend, Jacob.
Soul: Friend......is that what you are? .....friend....
Soul: I wish I knew your name, friend. Who you are....you're with the angel. were you in love? I can almost hear him sing to you....
In my hour of darkness, in my hour of need
Oh lord grant me courage
Oh lord grant me speed
Soul: That's it....they were in love, but the evil took him away....and now you're all alone. *sniffle* Don't worry my friend. I'll save your angel.
kid: Dear Diary, I had the dream again.
kid: despite my best efforts, I can't shake the feeling that it's true. If it IS real, then I want to help somehow. I've just GOT to.
Soul: Dear friend, I can feel you. You're Near. Don't worry. I'm coming.
:D