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Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Sorry entertainer submission

This is my submission for the sorry entertainer small press zine. The idea is that you read around the page with panels 1-3 reflecting 6-4 like a playing card. Hopefully it'll sneak its way in and if I'm allowed I'll throw up the eventual finished piece. Same goes for the Land of All Sorts story. They'll currently in submission limbo. If they get published I'll let you know where to read them, if not I'll throw them on here. It's been a while since my last post but I'm planning on trying to get more scripts up on here for potential artists to see. Hope you enjoy.


 


 


 

SLEIGHT OF HAND

By

RICHARD WORTH


 

PANEL ONE

Foreground: The Magician sits slumped at the bar to the right of the panel. His forearms crossed with a glass of whiskey in his visible hand. He looks at the reader with sullen eyes. His bowtie is draped around his neck and one of his cuff shirt cuffs are open whilst his top hat sits crookedly on his head. He is the guy nobody wants to talk to in the bar. Next to him further towards the middle of the panel (the magicians right) is a bottle of whiskey.

Background: A classic theatre stage with heavy curtains parted. The stage is relatively small and on stands The Magician as small boy. His top hat is falling down over his face as he tries to hold it up. His tuxedo is far too big for him and the hidden cards and flowers are popping out of his pockets and spilling on the floor. A white Rabbit makes it escape from him.

CAP

WHEN I FIRST STARTED IT WAS DIFFERENT Y'KNOW? EVEN AS A KID A MAGICIAN WAS ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE.


 

PANEL TWO

Foreground: The Magician explodes suddenly with enthusiasm for his story, knocking over the whiskey bottle as he does. Whiskey spills from both the bottle and his glass. His arms are open in pleading explanation.

Background: A younger version on the magician stages on the stage, he now has a fitting tuxedo but perhaps no moustache. He stands proudly with his head held high his arms wide open blowing kisses to his unseen audience.

CAP

AND I GOT GOOD. I GOT RESPECT. THE CROWD LOVED ME! WHEN THE CROWD LOVES YOU, THATS WHEN YOU GET THE MONEY!


 

PANEL THREE

Foreground: The Magician calms himself but is still open armed. Stan (the bar man) arm enters from the left of the panel to wipe up the spilled booze.

Background: The young magician stands as a beautiful assist begins to drape herself all over his body. He has a gleeful, mischievous smile.

CAP

WITH THE MONEY COMES THE GIRLS. THE THINGS I COULD TELL YOU ABOUT THE GIRLS. YEAH THE GIRL.


 


 

PANEL FOUR

Foreground: Back to the panel one style. The magician is quiet, introverted and closed off again. But this time his face is tight and cruel. The whisky bottle has been placed in its original position again.

Background: Conversely the Young magician is smiling as he pulls up his sleeve to reveal nothing at all.

CAP

THE BEST TRICK IS MAKING YOU THINK MAGIC IS REAL. BUT IT ISNT. THERES NO MAGIC. NO REAL MAGIC.


 

PANEL FIVE

Foreground: Panel two imitation but his hands are elaborately making "mystical" signs and the Magician leans back in his chair, arching his back to develop his sorcery.

Background: The magician is producing suddenly has produced three doves flying away from him.

CAP

I MEAN IF MAGIC WHERE REAL, I MEAN PROPERLY REAL. I COULD FILL UP THIS GLASS WITH EVER TOUCHING THAT BOTTLE.


 

PANEL SIX

Foreground: The Magician is deadpan. Stan's hand once again comes from the left of the panel to top up his drink.

Background: The Magician takes a dramatic bow at the end of his performance.

CAP(STAN)

THERE YOU GO.


 

CAP

THANKS.


 

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

“Hunter” for CLiNT

Hey, another story here. This is your basic Future Shock sci-fi twist story, perfect for CLiNT space oddities. It's only a three page story and admittedly the subject matter may be a bit dodgy but give it a chance, any ways hope you enjoy.

HUNTERS


 

PAGE ONE


 

Panel One: A huge sweaty man sits at a desk surrounded by half empty pizza boxes, crisp packets and other assorted food goods. He bulges out of his clothes as he types away at a computer with a devious smile on his face.


 

GARY

REAL NAME'S GARY BUT ON THE PRINCESS-WORLD FORUMS I'M BETTER KNOWN AS "STAR-GIRL". WAS GONNA GO WITH "STR-GRL" BUT THAT LOOKS TOO MUCH LIKE STRUGGLE.


 

Panel Two: a close up shot of the fat man from the waist up. He has a pimply with pubic facial hair sprouting out randomly. He wears round spectacles that give him the look of a sinister scientist, albeit a fat one. His ill-fitting t-shirt is covered in stains from his fast food diet and has the words "It's not fat, it's just more to love" hilariously written on it.


 

GARY

YOU GOTTA THINK ABOUT THESE KINDA THING SEE, 'SPECIALLY IF YOU'RE GOING HUNTING.


 

Panel Three: An internet chat room. The text reads as so.


 

STAR-GIRL

I LIKE HER 2. WATS UR FAV SONG?


 

LIL-PRINCESS

BEST OF BOTH WRLDS. I WISH I WAS AS KOOL AS HER.


 

STAR-GIRL

U R KOOL JJJ


 

LIL-PRINCESS

:D HEHE. UR THE BEST!!! DO U THINK HANNAH WILL GET WIV JOSH SOON, HE IS HOT!


 

STAR-GIRL

LOLZ. THAT WUD BE SOOOOOOO COOL. LOL


 

Panel Four: Frontal view of an innocent little girl with pigtails and big eyes. The most adorable little girl ever conceived basically.


 

GARY

THAT'S WHERE I MET "LIL-PRINCESS". HER REAL NAMES SARAH, MY REAL NAME IS "CHRISTINA" HEHEHE.


 

Panel Five: view of the little girl sat at a desk, her legs dangling from the chair as she types away at her computer. Her room is adorned with flowers and posters of the Hannah Montana like pop stars and kittens and such.


 

GARY

SWEET KID REALLY. SHE LIKES KITTENS AND MUSIC AND SOMEDAY WANTS TO BE AN ASTRONAUT. I HAD TO HAVE HER.


 

PAGE TWO


 

Panel One: More chat room dialogue.


 

STAR-GIRL

UR LIKE MY BF SARAH. WANT 2 MEET UP OR SOMETHING?


 

LIL-PRINCESS

I DONT KNOW CHRISSY, I'M NOT SURE MUM WOULD LET ME COME 2 UR HOUSE. GRR! :@


 

STAR-GIRL

SHE JUST LUKING AFTER U. WAT ABOUT THE PARK? THERE WUD B OVA PPL THERE.


 

LIL-PRINCESS

THAT SOUND GR8! J


 

Panel Two: In the foreground we can see the back of the fat man, he wears a long Mac but we can see naked legs popping out of the bottom. In the background the little girl sits on a bench facing away from the reader looking around.


 

GARY

YOU HAVE TO CAREFUL TRYING TO GET THEM TO MEET YOU SEE. NOT ONLY ARE THEY CAUTIOUS YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE NO OUTSIDERS CATCH ON.


 

Panel Three: Almost a reverse of the previous panel. The Little girl is now in the foreground looking around innocently whilst in the back ground the sinister fat man approaches.


 

GARY

THE CLIMAX CAN BE THE HARDEST. YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE SURE NOT TO GIVE THE GAME AWAY TIL THE LAST SECOND. THE LAST THING YOU NEED IS A CHASE.


 

Panel Four: The fat man now stands opposite the little girl. She looks up to him with wide eyes as he stands with his hands in his pockets.


 

FATMAN

CHRISTINA? SARAH SENT ME TO GET YOU?


 

LITTLE GIRL

OH. I THINK THERES BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING.


 

Panel Five: A frontal view of the little girl. She is smiling. Her eyes have become cat like and in the corners of her mouth we can see little tentacles.


 

LITTLE GIRL

MY NAME ISN'T CHRISTINA OR STAR GIRL. IT'S GARY


 


 

PAGE THREE


 

Panel One: A large Panel. The little girl's mouth is now open past human capacity, as barbed, toothed tentacles fly out and begin to wrap around the fat man's body leg, arms and mouth. He has a desperate look in his eyes as he tries to flee in vain. His Mac is now open to reveal that he is just in his under wear.


 

Panel Two. Close up of the little girl face with the tentacles bringing the fat man's head closer to her mouth.


 

GARY

GETTING EVERYTHING RIGHT ON WHILST HUNTING CAN BE TRICKY, BUT WHEN YOU GET IT RIGHT IT'S WORTH THE EFFORT.


 

Panel Three: In the foreground we see the fat man's spectacles and Mac on the floor, in the background the little girl skips of merrily.


 

GARY

BON APPETIT.


 


 

THE END.


 

Monday, 23 August 2010

1/5

This is the script for the first part of a five part story I'm producing called "Circus" with a Canadian artist called Anthony Healy. Art should be on its way soon.

Circus

PART ONE: COME ONE, COME ALL


 

PAGE ONE


 


 


 

Panel One: A spotlight shines on a single figure, Mr Ghede. A black ringmaster clad in classic attire he is skinny and tall with dreadlocks rolling down from beneath his top hat. He wears a devilish smile as he stand with his arms open wide as if to display the darkness that surrounds him.


 

MR GHEDE

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOU ARE HERE TONIGHT BECAUSE YOU DARE TO BE CHALLENGED. YOU ARE PIONEERS, EXPLORERS OF THE REALMS OF REALITY AND SANITY. TONIGHT YOU WILL SEE THINGS THAT MORTALS ARE NEVER MEANT TO SEE, PAST THE MASQUERADE OF NORMALITY INTO THE REALMS OF THE STRANGE AND MYSTERIOUS. WELCOME ONE AND ALL...


 

Panel Two: View from the top of the tent. The lights have come up and we can now see the circus in full swing. Mr Ghede stands in the centre of the ring looking upwards. Harlequins swings from high wires whilst jesters frolic around the ring. Magicians stand on pillars directing the chaos like generals spouting cards, doves and wands. Elephants rear up at the back off the ring whilst musicians pound massive drums rhythmically.


 

MR GHEDE

TO MR GHEDE'S CIRCUS OF MARVELS AND MAGIC!


 

Panel Three: A side view of Mr Ghede still addressing his audience, around him gymnasts cartwheel and the celebrations continue. We can now see the members of the audience, in the centre sits Nathan Andrews and his twin children Thomas and Bethany. Nathan is dressed in sensible clothes for cold weather, as are his children. Nathan has his arms around the two smiling happily as the two children look on in amazement.


 

MR GHEDE

IT IS MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU "THE HARLEQUINS OF BABYLONIA".


 

Panel Four: Nathan and his children leave are leaving the circus tent. The circus is still going on inside and light pours out of the entrance. The circus tent itself is a dark midnight blue with arcane stars and moons adoring it. Thomas sits on his father's shoulders point to the distance whilst Bethany holds onto his hand attempting to drag him towards her goal. Nathan smiles despite being dragged in opposite directions.


 

THOMAS

I WANNA GO SEE THE HAUNTED HOUSE OR THE LION TAMER. NO NO WAIT THE LIZARD MAN!


 

BETHANY

THOSE ARE BOYS THINGS; I WANT TO SEE THE DANCERS!


 

NATHAN

DONT WORRY YOU TWO WE'VE GOT ALL NIGHT, QUIT PULLING ME ABOUT.


 

Panel Five: Nathan stands transfixed at a wooden caravan. On the side of the caravan the words "Diotima: Mistress of the Fortunes" is written is fading red paint. The children continue pulling their father frowning at his decision.


 

NATHAN

HEY LETS CHECK THIS OUT. WADDYA SAY?


 

BETHANY

BUT WERE GONNA MISS THE DANCERS!


 

THOMAS

AWW DAD THAT'S ALL JUST FOOEY!


 

NATHAN

C'MON YOU GUYS. IT'LL BE FUN TO KNOW THE FUTURE. MAYBE I'LL WIN THE LOTTERY AND I CAN QUIT MY JOB HUH, SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU.


 


 


 

PAGE TWO


 

Panel One: Interior of the caravan. The creaking wooden shelves are cluttered with various arcane trinkets. On one of the lower shelves sits a wooden Jester, as with the rest of the caravan, the Jester is worse for wear with chipped and faded paint. Nathan is entering the caravan, pushing away the clothe that passed for a door. He is hunched over looking politely to find the inhabitants. His children stand by his side looking bored and unpleased with his decision.


 

NATHAN

HELLO? ANYBODY IN HERE?


 

DIOTIMA (OFF)

ENTER OFFICER ANNDREWS. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.


 

Panel Two: View from behind the family now. Nathan has moved deeper into the caravan and now stands at a table holding the hands of his children who look over their shoulders curiously at the Jester who has now become animated ad is cheerfully strolling out of the caravan. Nathan, not noticing the puppet, keeps looking at Doitima, an elderly and frail women in lose draping clothes that her face can barely been seen through.


 

NATHAN

HOW DID YOU...


 

THOMAS

ER DAD?


 

NATHAN

ONE MINUTE TOM, HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS A COP?


 

DIOTIMA

YOUR PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE ARE BUT THREADS THE TAPESTRY OF YOUR LIFE NATHAN. I SIMPLY PICK AT THE THREADS I WANT TO FOLLOW.


 


 

Panel Three: Nathan stands with a look of confusion on his face transfixed on Diotima, who proceeds to play the tarot card; the Hermit. Thomas has released his father's hand and has begun to make his way to the caravan door. Bethany watches him leave over her shoulder with a look of concern on her face.


 

BETHANY

DAD THOMAS...


 

NATHAN

HOLD ON HONEY. WHAT IS THIS?


 

DIOTIMA

SHALL WE START? "THE HERMIT REVERSED". AN ACT OF PAST WEAKNESS LEADING TO YOUR CURRENT STATE. GREED?


 

Panel Four: a view from the door way as Bethany stand momentarily to look back at her father before she tries to retrieve her brother. In the background the reading continues. Nathan hasn't noticed the children leaving him but is now paying close attention to the seer.


 

NATHAN

I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT.


 

DIOTIMA

PERHAPS THE NEXT CARD WILL SHED SOME REVELATIONS.


 

Panel Five: a long shot. In the foreground we see the Jester still happily marching. Behind him Thomas is making ground and still further behind him Bethany has begun pursuit. The light from the caravan floods out into the now empty fairground.


 

JESTER

DO-DO-DO-DAH, DAH-DO-DE


 

THOMAS

HEY WAIT UP MR CLOWN!


 


 

PAGE THREE


 

Panel One: Inside the caravan the reading continues. Diotima sits at her table presenting the cards to Nathan, her arm gliding through the air as she does. On the table we can see the Hermit, and Chariot cards with the deck remaining to on her right facedown.


 

DIOTIMA

THE PRESENT. "THE CHARIOT REVERSED". A MISSUSE OF POWERS AND TALENTS. IS THERE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT TELLING YOUR SUPERIORS OFFICER?


 

NATHAN

HOW'D? LISTEN LADY I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TRYING TO IMP BUT STOP IT.


 

Panel Two: The Jester has ceased his march and stands on the right of the panel. He leans with on foot forward, a hand resting on his hip and the other hand offered out in explanation. Opposite him stands Bethany whilst Thomas crouches, they both have inquisitive looks on their faces.


 

BETHANY

ARE YOU MAGIC MR CLOWN?


 

THOMAS

DONT BE STUPID, THERES NO SUCH THING!


 

JESTER

FIRSTLY MY NAME IS VIVERE, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME VERE. AND SECONDLY YOUNG SQUIRE, IF THERES NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC HOW IM I TALKING AND WALKING.


 

THOMAS

IT MUST BE A TRICK!


 

JESTER

HAHA! MOST INTUITIVE ALAS INCORRECT. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HOW MAGIC REALLY WORKS?


 

Panel Three: Nathan, on the right of the panel now stands with a scornful look at the seer, shrugging his shoulders at her divinations. Diotima continues the reading despite his protests.


 

DOITIMA

"JUDGEMENT" YOU WILL FACE A TEST, A CHALLENGE.


 

NATHAN

REALLY? A CHALLENGE IN MY FUTURE? NOT EXACTLY NOSTRADAMUS.


 


 

DIOTIMA

THIS CARD IS NOT YOU FUTURE, IT IS YOUR PRESENT.


 

NATHAN

WHATEVER. WE'RE OUT OF HERE.


 

DIOTIMA

"WE"? IT WOULD APPEAR YOUR CHILDREN HAVE ALREADY BEEN TAKEN OFFICER.


 

Panel Four: In the foreground Bethany looks back towards the caravan off panel, whilst in the back ground Thomas and the Jester have begun to walk in the direction of more circus attractions. Bethany looks apprehensive at following them but can't resist the opportunity.


 

JESTER

THIS WAY MY YOUNG WARDS. OFF TO SEE THE ALVISIO, FELLOW OF WITCHCRAFT AND MAGICIAN EXTRAORDINAIRE.


 

BETHANY

HEY WAIT UP YOU TWO!


 

Panel Five: Nathan angrily grabs on the table baring his teeth at Diotima, still unfazed his indicates with her hand to the general direction of the Big Top tent. All three cards can now be seen on the table.


 

NATHAN

WHERE ARE THEY?!


 

DIOTIMA

THE TEST BEGINS. YOU WILL HAVE TO OVERCOME YOUR OWN SELFISHNESS TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN.


 

NATHAN

GODDAMMIT! TELL ME WITCH!


 

DIOTIMA

YOU CHALLENGE BEGINS IN THE BIG TOP. GHEDE AWAITS YOU THERE.


 


 


 

PAGE FOUR


 

Panel One: Nathan stands at the entrance of the Big Top. He stands legs apart ready for action. His face is keen and sterns


 

MR GHEDE (OFF)

AHH OUR BRAVE CHAMPION ARRIVES TO FACE THE EVILS OF GHEDE.


 

Panel Two: Nathan springs forward with arms outstretched from the left to the right of the panel his face contorted in rage. Mr Ghede stands opposite, leaning nonchalantly on a cane whilst inspecting his fingernails. His attire is similar to previous except his jacket and hats are now white, and his faces has white skull painted onto his face.


 

NATHAN

WHERE ARE THEY YOU BASTARD!?


 

MR GHEDE

THE CHILDREN ARE FREE FROM HARM.


 

Panel Three: Nathan is crashing into the floor face first, he body lifting up the sand on the centre right as he skids towards the reader. Ghede stand the background with his back to the reader and Nathan, of his hands is outstretched as his continues to examine his nails. He is split at the mid-drift where Nathans passed through him as he lunged. Smokey tendrils follow Nathans trajectory.


 

MR GHEDE

PLEASE, THE SOONER YOU STOP THIS BOISTEROUS CHILDISHNESS THE SOON YOU CAN HAVE YOU LITTE CHERUBS BACK.


 

NATHAN

OOOHHFF!


 

Panel Four: Nathan, now standing and filthy, holds a hand to his lip that trickles blood. His face shows his pain, both from the fall and from the embarrassment.


 

NATHAN

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?


 

Panel Five: Ghede stand with his cane resting across the back of his shoulders, a hand at either end of it pulling the cane down. He smiles menacingly as he is slowly reformed by the smoke.


 

MR GHEDE

THIS IS THE "JUDGEMENT". HOWEVER I LIKE TO THINK OF IT AS REDEMPTION. YOU ARE A WICKED MAN OFFICER ANDREWS. EXTORTION. CORRUPTION. MURDER. THESE ARE YOUR SINS. THESE ARE THE REASONS THAT I WILL TAKE YOUR CHILDREN FROM YOU, UNLESS THAT IS YOU PASS MY TESTS.


 


 

PAGE FIVE


 


 

Panel One: Ghede stands on the left opposite Nathan who is angry but helpless. Ghede has his hands out in front of him; in one he holds a battered teddy bear, in the other a pistol. His cane floats in the air as his hands are occupied.


 

NATHAN

WHY PUNISH ME? THERE MUST BE HUNDRED OF CROOKED COPS OUT THERE?


 

MR GHEDE

AH AH OFFICER ANDREWS ALL IN GOOD TIME. NOW I CONSIDER MYSELF A FAIR MAN AND AS SUCH I'LL EVEN OFFER YOU A LITTLE TOOL TO HELP YOU THROUGH THIS TASK. YOUR PISTOL OR THIS CHILDS TOY?


 

Panel Two: Small panel of a hand grabbing the pistol.


 

Panel Three: Nathan stands with the gun to Mr Ghede's head. Nathan looks appropriately serious whilst Ghede smiles jovially holding his hands up. The teddy bear remain in his hand. His cane continues to float around.


 

NATHAN

WHERE ARE THEY!?


 

MR GHEDE

YOU REALLY THINK THAT'LL DO ANYTHING TO ME AFTER YOUR LITTLE FALL.


 

NATHAN

WHERE?!!


 

MR GHEDE

"ANA'S SEE ALL SHOW TENT". THE DANCER THERE WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY. REMEMBER? BETHANY WANTED TO SEE THE DANCERS. OH HOW REMISS OF ME. YOU HAVE TIL MIDNIGHT TO COMPLETE THE TASK OTHERWISE I KEEP THE CHILDREN.


 

Panel Four: Nathan blows Ghede's head away. There is a splatter of tenebrous shadows and tendrils.


 

Panel Five: Ghede stands at the forefront of the panel. His face slowly reconstructs itself in the same manner as earlier. He looks down at the teddy bear still in his hand with half his face. In the background we can see the Nathan exiting the Big Top at pace.


 

MR GHEDE

HE'LL REGRET THAT, THEY ALL DO.