Short Stories’
Can anyone recommend a poem or short story to illustrate?
I need to illustrate a story for a project in around 5 panels, give or take. I don’t really have anything specific in mind, just looking for some ideas, short poem or story, maybe something for kids, but nothing that’s really been done before. No fairy tale’s or stuff like that.
It can be odd or weird, I can do that.
Any idea’s you have would be great, let me know, thanks.
- indielect
I am looking for a short story about alien insects that start out small and eventualy grow out of control?
The short story is about a man who likes to buy exotic pets and one day obtains some kind of alien insect. He puts them in a terrarium with sand and they form, i think, four different little tribes. as he cares for them and such they grow, they war with each other, etc. He has some friends over one day and has the insects face a new threat, i think it was either a very large insect or a small animal. the insects win, however, iirc, his friends are very off put with this display of violence. Eventualy they get bigger and bigger, and at some point he attacks them, and they regard him as an evil god. Finaly, the insects escape from his house and move into the outside world, where they eventual capture and possibly kill him.
The short story was found inside a book of short stories with an exotic green alien female, sitting profile to the reader.
- carterhawk001
Short story?
would you look over this? i wrote this off the top of my head, and amde it in like 15 min. Its not gonna become a story. I KNOW I DIDN’T CAPATALIZE i AND I DO NOT CARE, IF I MISSPELLED SOMETHING THEN THATS TOO BAD. here it is:
The grass swayed like waves in an ocean, lightly brushing my face and nudging me to the left as i lay in it. It wouldn’t stop pushing, as if i was in the way of its’ repetitive motion and it didn’t like the disruption. I felt as if i did not belong in its’ dance, and the performers were instructing me to move. Move, move, move! they
hissed, constantly pushing, but never being able to budge me. Why did i not move? Clearly i got the idea that i did not belong! And by not leaving, the motions just got more swift, and more repetitive, a light drum echoing in my ear every second the light tough hit my side. It was so…irritating. I felt claustrophobic, though i was clear of any tight spaces. It felt as if i was trapped inside myself. But yet i was so empty, free, so unaware of myself. My mind was slowly soaring up and up, leaving my body trapped beneath, struggling with its’ difference from the grass and nature, which were so perfectly aligned. So wonderfully graceful.
Then the bell rang, and my dream went blank.
- Inflatable Pigeon