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Aug. 25th, 2002 @ 02:30 pm 24 Hour Comic
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Well, 24 Hour Comic is over and the 7 created comics are up on NinthArt.

I myself wrote a comic on the spur of the moment but no-one was there to draw it and it is alone, neglected and unloved. Nobody has read it. Mind you I did write it in about 2 hours and it probably isn't very good, but I'm proud of the fact that it is not fanfiction. So I post it here for you to peruse...


24 hour comic by Marysia
Title: Life

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Page 1

half page drawing of girl's face, age 10

Girl: When I grow up I want to be an angel... or a Spice Girl... or a dancer... or a horse doctor... or an astronaut... or a airplane driver...

6 small panels of pictures of her at age 10 as the above, panels bleed into each other

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Page 2 (boy and girl walking someplace, maybe to school)

Panel 1

Boy: Girl's can't be pilots
Girl: They can too

Panel 2

Boy: They have to make the dinner for the pilots
Girl: Liar, my friends Dad does that

Panel 3

Boy: That means he's gay, my Dad said so

Panel 4

Girl: My Mum says your Dad's a neon dettol
Boy: What?

Panel 5

Girl: It means like an ape, a big hairy ape

Panel 6

Boy: Well my Dad says your Mum's a hippo. He says she smells like weeds.
Girl: She does not!

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Page 3 (they are not walking anymore)

Panel 1

Girl: You smell like farts!
Boy: You smell like jobbies!

Panel 2 (the girl is angry, the boy is distracted and bored with the fight)

Girl: You're a smelly farty jobbie covered in green slime!
Boy: Better than being a stupid girl with a Mum who smells like weeds.

Panel 3

silence

Panel 4

Boy: I'm going to be a race car driver.

Panel 5

Girl: I hope you crash and die.

Panel 6 (the boy looks hurt)

Boy: That's not very nice

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Page 4

Half page drawing of a 15/16 year old boy sitting at a desk, he is in school uniform and his hair hangs down to brush his collar in a long bob.
Half page image of the notepad he is writing in. There are also doodles of hearts, eyes, the moon and a wolf.

Boy (writing): Flames lick at the edges of the night
The wolf watches, hungry and alone
His prey is consumed and he is left
Empty and wanting, seeking, unsatisfied
His anger is a solid thing of wood
Liquid seeps out until he is preserved
Dry and fragile like a

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Page 5

Panel 1 (the girl sits on his desk, the boy looks surprised, she is also in school uniform, her skirt is too short and she has too much makeup on)

Girl: Whatchoo writing?
Boy: Nothing. What do you want?

Panel 2

Girl: You got a cigarette?
Boy: No.

Panel 3

Girl: I heard your Dad got arrested.
Boy: He did not, they just wanted to ask him some questions.

Panel 4

Girl: I heard he got banned from the pub.

Panel 5

silence

Panel 6

Girl: The waitress told me everything you know, I go there all the time. I seen your Dad there.

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Page 6

Panel 1

Boy: You're lying, you're too young to go to the pub.

Panel 2

Girl: I can get in easy. Your Dad hit on me one night. He's a right sleaze bag.

Panel 3

The boy gets up and starts to walk out

Panel 4

Girl: Where you going?
Boy: Somewhere else

Panel 5 (the girl follows him into a corridor)

Girl: Bet you can't get into the pub.
Boy: Why would I want to if it's full of people like you and my Dad?

Panel 6

Girl: You wish you were like me. You even got your ear pierced the day after I got mine done. I heard you wrote one of your stupid poems about me.

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Page 7

Half page of girl sitting in a hospital room, she looks in her early 20's. She is dressed neatly but a little tacky, makeup but not too much.
Half page of boy lying in hospital bed.

Girl: And the doctor's said that it was looking a lot better. My Mum says you're definitely going to wake up, she says she can sense it in your aura. I don't know if I believe her but it makes me feel better anyway.

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Page 8

Several pictures of parts of the girl; her eye, her hands, her foot tapping. Images of parts of the room; flowers and cards, life support, other patient by window.

Girl: I had a fight with Stevie last night, yeah another one. I think I'm going to call it quits with him. It's like I don't know why we were ever together anyway. Everything feels wierd since the accident. Do you... do you remember that time you told me you wanted to be a race car driver and I said I hoped you crashed. I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean it. I know you probably don't even remember it but I do, the minute I heard it just jumped into my mind and I can't stop thinking that it was my fault. Stupid.

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Page 9

Girl: Your Dad got his job back so you don't need to worry about that and your Mum's coming to visit tomorrow. She's really wanted to see you but you know how hard it is to get time off in her job and it's so far to travel.
I've decided to go back to school. Do Uni. I'm not sure where yet, somewhere far away I think. I might do veterinary studies, but that's hard to get into. I might not have good enough results for that. Stupid Maths. So maybe just Biology then. Once you're better of course.

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Page 10

Vertical half page. Man on a tube train, he is wearing a suit and has a wedding ring. He looks about 30.

Panel 2 (we only see the man)

Woman: Excuse me

Panel 3 (man looks up)

Woman: It is you isn't it?

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Page 11

Panel 1 (the woman is scruffily dressed but clean, no makeup, short hair)

Man: Oh my God, I haven't see you in years.
Woman: I wasn't sure it was you, you look so different.

Panel 2 (man shows his ring)

Man: Married life
Woman: Really? How long?

Panel 3 (the woman sits next to him)

Man: Three months next week
Woman: Early days then, I'm sorry I missed the wedding

Panel 4

Man: What about you?
Woman: No, no. Too busy for that sort of thing you know.
Man: What are you doing now?

Panel 5

Woman: God, when did I last speak to you. I was still at Uni wasn't I? Second year I think?
Man: Yeah, sounds right.
Woman: Well I finished the degree, did my PhD...

Panel 6

Man: So it's Doctor now?
Woman (laughs): That's right. I'm doing research now, at the Institute.

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Page 12

Panel 1

Man: Curing cancer?
Woman: Something like that.
Man: Impressive.

Panel 2

Woman: So how's your family?

Panel 3

Woman: I'm sorry, should I not have asked?

Panel 4

Man: No, it's fine. It's just... Dad died, last year.
Woman: I'm really sorry.

Panel 5

Man: It's fine, I just forgot that you wouldn't know. It was a heart attack.

Panel 6

Man: This is my stop.

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Page 13

Full page, woman in a lotus position, her hair is long, she wears no make up or jewellery. Aged about 40.

Woman: Take slow deep breaths, visualise the sun rising up into the sky, your mind rises with the sun, your body is heavy, you leave it behind, you do not look back, you move into the other sphere. Around you is a still lake of water, you reach down with your mind to feel the energy under the water, you grow roots into the energy and let it rise into you. You reach up into the sky like the branches of a tree. the energy flows up with you, you are balanced...

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Page 14

Panel 1 (the woman is packing up her stereo and mat)

Woman: Can I help you?
Man: You don't recognise me do you?

Panel 2 (the man is wearing jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, his hair is in a short ponytail)

Woman: I'm sorry, have you been to one of my classes before?
Man: No, this is my first time. But we knew each other at school...

Panel 3

Woman: Goddess, I'm so sorry. You've grown your hair out again. I haven't seen it that long on you since you were fourteen.
Man: Yeah, I know. You've grown yours too. It was pretty short last time I saw you.

Panel 4

Woman: Of course, it's been a while. How's your wife?
Man: She's fine.

Panel 5

Woman: Any kids?
Man: Girl and a boy, she's eight and he's five.

Panel 6

Woman: That's wonderful. I'd love to have kids but I guess I've just left it too long.
Man: You never married?

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Page 15

Panel 1

Woman: Actually my partner and I have talked about it, we're thinking of having a handfasting next Beltane.

Panel 2

Woman: Sorry, I mean next May.
Man: Right.
Woman: I'd love it if you could be there. Someone who's known me my whole life.

Panel 3

Panel 4
Panel 5
Panel 6

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Page 16

Full page, man sitting on a stool in a spotlight with a guitar. He looks about 50. Maybe inserts of a couple of audience members.

Man: This is the last song for tonight, I want to thank you all for listening. There are CDs for sale at the door and don't forget to check out the flyers on your table, they've got details of future gigs and my website address on them. This song is dedicated to a friend of mine I haven't seen in a few years, she helped me to try something new when I was having a bit of a crisis and I'll always remember her for that.

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Page 17

Panel 1 (quarter page)

Man (singing): She had a handful of dreams
And she gave them out like candy
She only needed one or two
To build her life upon

Panel 2 (quarter page)

Man (singing): She had a dozen paths to follow
She wasn't scared of them at all
She'd walk with you, hold your hand
Help you understand

Panel 3 (half page showing him and sparse audience)

Man (singing): She's my angel, I know she's out there
She's my private angel
My favourite place

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Page 18

Panel 1 (the man sits down at a table with a girl)

Man: It went pretty well, don't you think? Have we sold any CDs?

Panel 2 (we see the girl closer, she looks about 29)

Girl: I thought you said the song was going to be about me?
Man: It was.

Panel 3

Girl: So who's the friend you were talking about?
Man: Just someone I knew. I can't help how a song comes out, I need to follow my muse.

Panel 4

Girl: I thought I was your muse.
Man: You know what I mean.

Panel 5

Girl: I never know what you mean.
Man: That's cause you think everything is about you.

Panel 6 (girl is leaving)

Girl: Fuck you.

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Page 19

Full page, two women in a double bed both in their 60's. It is morning sometime.

Woman: Another fucking car accident. Can you believe it? It's like it was always meant to happen that way. Lightening never strikes twice my arse!
Woman 2: Why are you so angry?
Woman: Why shouldn't I be angry? It's awful. He was our age, that seemed pretty old when I was 10 but it's not old. It's not old at all. We could live another 30 years, longer even.
Woman 2: death is a natural part of life.
Woman: There's nothing natural about slamming into a truck at 80 miles per hour. You know his son must be about the same age he was when his father died.

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Page 20

Panel 1

Woman 2: Are you going to go to the funeral?
Woman: I don't know. I didn't really know his family, I didn't even know him that well any more. I just... I remember when he was in hospital before and I was so afraid he was going to die...

Panel 2

Woman: and if he did it would be my fault for wishing it. And now he is.
Woman 2: What do you mean you wished it? why would you wish him dead?

Panel 3

Woman: You'll laugh at me.
Woman 2: I won't laugh, just tell me.

Panel 4

Woman: We had this argument when we were kids and he said he wanted to be a race car driver and I said I wished he would crash and die.
Woman 2: You think it's your fault cause half a century ago you wished he would die in a car crash?

Panel 5

Woman: I don't think it's my fault, I just...

Panel 6

Woman: It feels like it might be.

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Page 21

Panel 1

Woman 2: Don't go to the funeral. We can visit the grave sometime.
Woman: Okay.

Panel 2

Woman 2: You'll feel better tomorrow, you're just a little shocked right now.

Panel 3

silence

Panel 4

Woman: When I die I want to be buried in the graveyard back home.
Woman 2: You haven't lived there since you were twenty.

Panel 5

Woman: I know. But I want to be buried there anyway.

Panel 6

Woman: I think it's right to go back home when you die.

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Page 22

Full panel, funeral seen from a distance. It is attended by mostly women aged 20-70, many are dressed in new age type clothing.

Unknown voice: As we are born so must we die, the cycle of life holds us all in it's grasp. Our bodies return to the earth and our essence moves on. So our sister has moved on and we shall join her and and be reborn to spend future lives together forever learning and growing...

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Page 23

Panel 1 (a boy is leaning against a tree by a gravestone, he is about seventeen, wearing jeans and a t-shirt)

Girl: Hi, are you here for the funeral?

Panel 2 (we see the girl, she is dressed in a long black skirt and a blouse)

Boy: Nah, my Dad's visiting my grandad's grave. Are you with the funeral?
Girl: Yeah, it's my grandma's girlfriend

Panel 3

Boy: Your grandmother's a lesbian?
Girl: Yeah, so?

Panel 4

Boy: Nothing, just curious. Aren't you upset she's dead?
Girl: Everyone dies, she was really sick.

Panel 5

Girl: How did your Grandad die?
Boy: Car crash, I was only seven so I don't remember him very well.

Panel 6

Girl: I'm never learning to drive, it's too dangerous.
Boy: Don't be stupid, everyone has to learn to drive.
Girl: I'll just get buses and trains.

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Page 24

Full page, boy and girl walking through cemetary seen from behind.

Boy: Trains crash too.
Girl: At least if the train crashes it won't be my fault.
Boy: You're pretty wierd.
Girl: Thanks.

The End.
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From:_fionnuala_
Date: August 25th, 2002 06:53 am (UTC)
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hey, it's really good :)

Up for the environmental fair tomorrow? Will probably be meeting people outside The Sun at 1:30, and then walking down to the fair from there.
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From:[info]paulobrien
Date: August 25th, 2002 10:18 am (UTC)
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You wrote that in two hours?!

It's good.
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From:[info]alasdair
Date: August 25th, 2002 10:46 am (UTC)
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In two hours, you produced something the knocks what I wrote in 12 into the shade.

Cow. :)
From:(Anonymous)
Date: August 25th, 2002 05:20 pm (UTC)

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Not bad at all, but it could definitely do with a bit more Kant or Leibniz..
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From:[info]zoo_music_girl
Date: August 27th, 2002 01:28 pm (UTC)
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It would be worth having that drawn, it's really very good.
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From:[info]kateshort
Date: August 27th, 2002 07:28 pm (UTC)

That *was* good

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I'm impressed. Good characterization, good beats and silences, natural dialogue. I'd almost like to see it acted-- something about it could make a good one-act play.

I've read yours and Nails so far. Given this, I can't wait to see what everyone else came up with.
From:(Anonymous)
Date: August 28th, 2002 07:11 am (UTC)

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I just get astonished when I read things by people with imagination. Is it good, I don't know, I've never really read anything in that format before. Did I enjoy it, yes.
From:(Anonymous)
Date: September 19th, 2002 03:42 pm (UTC)

now why would you want to log my IP address?

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I thought it was very good. you're writing has a very natural quality (I probably edited this more than you did your story,) which is quite rare i suppose. no words that don't need to be there.
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Date: September 19th, 2002 03:43 pm (UTC)

now why would you want to log my IP address?

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I thought it was very good. you're writing has a very natural quality (I probably edited this more than you did your story,) which is quite rare i suppose. no words that don't need to be there. PS I love you