May 9, 2026 A cold breeze smacked Joan sharply in the face as she sat on top of the building, next to a bricked exterior which housed the heating exhaust. She could see the Victory Day Parade on the streets of Moscow below her, where the military procession endlessly marched into her view momentarily before…
First off, let’s set a couple things straight: A) Geppetto was weird. On a scale from Jim Carey to Marilyn Manson, he was a Charlie Sheen, and B) There are no talking crickets in this story. A talking puppet is creepy enough. One day, Geppetto was given a lump of wood from a carpenter who…
Making the Trailer (Part III) After the images were created, it was time to start animating and compositing. Because we were working primarily with .png images, we were limited in movement. Since the style that we chose had the characters move as marionettes, this wasn’t so bad. We also decided that in the interest of…
Now, as you can see from my sketch of Nietzsche, I am not very good at drawing. In fact, the frame on the right is a closeup of Nietzsche’s mouth with a mustache over top. It is not, as everyone thought, a banana with a squiggly line over top. This is why I needed someone…
While I wait for the last drawing that I need to finish my book trailer, I figured that I would talk a little bit about the process. I wanted to create a book trailer that looks nearly professional. I knew from the beginning that there were going to be certain elements that can’t be done…
Why do they keep calling me Number 6394, she wondered. Where am I? She sat on the cot in the little white room with a caged window, trying to piece together the events that brought her here. A thick fog prevented her from remembering anything. She sighed. The woman stood up to examine the door…
Creativity or Competition? by Therese Ayla Kravetz Coming in first was everything as a kid. On Easter, my little brother and I got a head start for the Easter egg hunt. We took off out the back door a full two minutes before our taller, faster brothers got a start. Heart pounding, I was…
March 15, 2018 Caesar dreamed that he was sitting with the senate, moments before the attempt on his life. He sat next to Brutus, listening in on his conversation with Cassius. “When is Cimber going to give us his signal,” Brutus asked, eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Patience, Brutus, our man will come through for…
March 15, Year Unknown The Pythia finally spoke, “You have failed, Witch of Arc. The Princeps lives. The prophecy, the prophecy! A purple gown set afire. Comets scar the sacred alter. Danger is everywhere, danger for you too, witch,” the high priestess began chanting in the strange language once more. Joan hated being called a…
March 15, 2018 CE When Caesar woke up from his medically induced slumber, his head was hazy but the pain in his body wasn’t as severe. He managed to sit up to see that the room was quiet; the other two people were asleep and there weren’t any nurses or doctors present. Near one of…