war fields

when you live in war fields it’s rare to see anyone with all four limbs intact. most of your friends are ghosts and even then: ghosts don’t make good friends. you hover around lamps to collect dinner moths and roll them up in old newspaper. late at night when your mouth is full of moth wings and cotton you hear the war bugles. underneath the floor boards are your fallout bedrooms and your battle cry bedtime stories. the next morning you go to the surgeons tent to look for a new shoe or if you are lucky a glove. you meet the new ghost of an old acquaintance and together you walk the war fields.

character sketches (the beginning)

i wrote a little story a few weeks ago and now am staring to work on character development to go with it. once i get that down, i’ll move on to scenery. i”m taking my time with this one because i love the story and i want it to look great.

as you can see for now, it will involve a boy and ghosts and war, but that’s not all. i’m thinking of making the ghosts a lot darker than the usual cliché white ghosts. we shall see if it sticks.