RIO's DECEMBER E-ZINE
ART and CHARACTER
PEN & PANEL RECOMMENDS
Comic: Lost Nightmare
Cartoon: Voltron - Legendary Defender
Animu: Blue Exorcist
Books: Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
Cartoon: Voltron - Legendary Defender
Animu: Blue Exorcist
Books: Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
CHARACTER MASH UP - Two characters shared between two writers.
Liberation part one by Lief Shade
Across this land lost to memory, portals to different dimensions are constantly opening. Laying on a sea of grass, staring at the sky, Alice was brought out of her contemplation by the world vibration, a sign of things that do not belong appearing.
She sat up, and turned her head towards the source. Something familiar, disturbing, and nostalgic radiated from it. She stood up and walked towards the mountains. When she got to the source of the world vibration she stopped. In front of her was a break in reality. Sounds of terror and a battle could be heard, but above them all the roar of something other worlds triumphed. Her heart went cold. The same sound from somewhere deep in her long memory. The sound associated with the being that cursed her with immortality and eternal youth. Without thinking she leaped.
Everything was going so well too. How did this . . . thing even get here? Gold Hawk ran through the forest, trying to put some distance between herself and the monster. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She kept looking back. That was a mistake. Li8ghts flashed ahead of Gold Hawk and something crashed into her.
She sat up, and turned her head towards the source. Something familiar, disturbing, and nostalgic radiated from it. She stood up and walked towards the mountains. When she got to the source of the world vibration she stopped. In front of her was a break in reality. Sounds of terror and a battle could be heard, but above them all the roar of something other worlds triumphed. Her heart went cold. The same sound from somewhere deep in her long memory. The sound associated with the being that cursed her with immortality and eternal youth. Without thinking she leaped.
Everything was going so well too. How did this . . . thing even get here? Gold Hawk ran through the forest, trying to put some distance between herself and the monster. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She kept looking back. That was a mistake. Li8ghts flashed ahead of Gold Hawk and something crashed into her.
Liberation part two by Krysia Denys
A dark misty mountainous landscape.
An iridescent sky.
A pool of mirrors.
I won't look into it. I don't want to know what my eyes reveal. I feel my golden earrings weighing my ears down. Strange feeling. I noticed it for the first time. I pull them off in a burst of defiance and drop them, immediately regretting it as they are lost in the foggy haze.
Freeze. Someone else is here.
I stare through the darkens, discerning a humanoid shape in the mist. "Show yourself, by the golden light!" I address them with the tribal greeting I've been trained to use every time when meeting a stranger.
A short, dark-haired young woman steps into my field of view. Her reddish gown rustled in the non-existent breeze. She looked up at me for a few seconds. "What is your goal?" she asked quietly.
"To . . . escape," I answer. Then - "To liberate my people."
"Why?"
"They're delusional. Them and their sacred pools - being born into professions = closed off for the outside the world - how can anyone live like that?"
She pondered for a second and just as quietly as before replied, "You already know. They don't want to be liberated."
I nod.
I feel the earrings missing.
And I shudder.
An iridescent sky.
A pool of mirrors.
I won't look into it. I don't want to know what my eyes reveal. I feel my golden earrings weighing my ears down. Strange feeling. I noticed it for the first time. I pull them off in a burst of defiance and drop them, immediately regretting it as they are lost in the foggy haze.
Freeze. Someone else is here.
I stare through the darkens, discerning a humanoid shape in the mist. "Show yourself, by the golden light!" I address them with the tribal greeting I've been trained to use every time when meeting a stranger.
A short, dark-haired young woman steps into my field of view. Her reddish gown rustled in the non-existent breeze. She looked up at me for a few seconds. "What is your goal?" she asked quietly.
"To . . . escape," I answer. Then - "To liberate my people."
"Why?"
"They're delusional. Them and their sacred pools - being born into professions = closed off for the outside the world - how can anyone live like that?"
She pondered for a second and just as quietly as before replied, "You already know. They don't want to be liberated."
I nod.
I feel the earrings missing.
And I shudder.
Spork and Seth by Sophie Smart
Spork was walking along the streets of the walled city. When she bumped into Seth, making his eye fall out. He started to yell and Spork pulled out her spork and yelled, "Do not threaten me! I have a spork!"
Seth started to flail his arms which made his arm fall off. Spork stared to yell back so Seth picked up his arm and slapped her with it. She grabbed his arm out of his hand and slapped him. They slapped with the arm for thirty minutes until someone came along and tried to ask something and they slapped him. Surprised, the man started to yell at them making them run away with Seth holding his arm in his hand.
Seth started to flail his arms which made his arm fall off. Spork stared to yell back so Seth picked up his arm and slapped her with it. She grabbed his arm out of his hand and slapped him. They slapped with the arm for thirty minutes until someone came along and tried to ask something and they slapped him. Surprised, the man started to yell at them making them run away with Seth holding his arm in his hand.
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