This is surprisingly insightful for a 12 year old, almost as precocious as those liberal 3 year old children who make complex socio-economic observations on current events.
Lol, I started making the comic when I was 9 on Thanksgiving. The plot was TurkeyMan and his army of primitive pilgrims and Indians were invading the world.
When I was 12, I realized something had to happen to our civilization so an army with muskets and arrows could have a fair fight.
Actually last year, for first time in many years I took up writing again and wrote a horror story about a boy that hears unsettling sounds in his walls when he lies in bed at night.
the noises the boy hears is actually of himself crying out for help from behind the bedroom wall.
The wall is a metaphor for the divide between the awaken world and the world of slumber.
Every night as he lays in bed, he awakens on the other side looking into his room. He bangs and screams but no one hears him, then when the night comes he sees himself getting into bed, so he screams and bangs the walls again hoping to get his attention. But he fails and realizes his time is near … as the sleepy boy dozes off into slumber he realizes he is but a dream and memory, oh how he wished he could’ve spent the one day of life doing something marvelous.
This is surprisingly insightful for a 12 year old, almost as precocious as those liberal 3 year old children who make complex socio-economic observations on current events.
Lol, I started making the comic when I was 9 on Thanksgiving. The plot was TurkeyMan and his army of primitive pilgrims and Indians were invading the world.
When I was 12, I realized something had to happen to our civilization so an army with muskets and arrows could have a fair fight.
Crazy. I know.
An amazing piece of work, cat anon! Btw, I’m a cat person too😉
Prodigy. I hope you're still writing! That's great narrative awareness from a twelve year old!
Haha! You're too kind. Actually not so profound. Here's what most of it was like:
https://files.catbox.moe/8jc7t3.jpg
Actually last year, for first time in many years I took up writing again and wrote a horror story about a boy that hears unsettling sounds in his walls when he lies in bed at night.
Plot twist,
the noises the boy hears is actually of himself crying out for help from behind the bedroom wall.
The wall is a metaphor for the divide between the awaken world and the world of slumber.
Every night as he lays in bed, he awakens on the other side looking into his room. He bangs and screams but no one hears him, then when the night comes he sees himself getting into bed, so he screams and bangs the walls again hoping to get his attention. But he fails and realizes his time is near … as the sleepy boy dozes off into slumber he realizes he is but a dream and memory, oh how he wished he could’ve spent the one day of life doing something marvelous.
Good! Keep it up!
Dude, what kind of parents did you have to know about this diabolical stuff that young.
When/how did you learn about Rockefeller?