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March 18, 2010

You thought I forgot about it didn’t you? Shame on you, imaginary reader.

While I don’t have any more story to show, I have done some sketches of certain characters. One of whom is named Varranjia, and I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out.

I can’t be bothered scanning it/taking a photo to show here though. Maybe another time.

But still, progress!




Ice Champion

January 7, 2010

A couple of words got together in my head, had a party, probably took some drugs and resulted in this. Will add more to this because, for now, you’ve only got one of the words. Which was ‘Eskimo’.


CHAPTER 1:  Ina and Kimo

Kimo shivered in his parka and the snow that had collected upon him shook to the ground. He turned to face his companion, his feisty younger sister Ina, who chuckled at him, but then spluttered at the cold.

“Serves you right for laughing.” Kimo’s voice muffled its way out through the tiny gap in his coverings for his eyes.

Ina grunted and rubbed her thick gloves together to warm her hands. But as soon as she did so her makeshift fishing rod was ripped from its place in her lap. She dived to grab it before it slipped into the hole in the ice, but she fumbled over the ice-covered stick and it plunged into the icy water.

“Ina! Silly girl!” Kimo shouted,

“Shut up! I didn’t mean it!” Ina yelled back,

“Never mind the rod! Get off the ice quick!”

“Huh?” Ina looked at her brother with a puzzled expression, which was quite a feat given how only her eyes were visible, and they only barely, but then she realized his meaning. Beneath her torso she felt the ice quake and crack. Her crashing down after the rod had broken the ice.

Kimo, not willing to wait for his sister to recover from the shock, swung his fishing rod up onto his shoulder and grabbed the girl’s hand. He began to half run, half skate across the sleet, and his sister, after a sharp tug on her arm, slid along behind him.

The boy darted across the ice as the fractures carved their way towards the edges of the lake. He chanced a look over his shoulder to see the centre of the breaking, but quickly looked ahead again. The loose, floating chunks of ice had begun to sink, and they jutted upwards out of the water as they went.

Ina yelped as her brother skidded to a stop, sending her barrelling into him. The cracks had split the entire lake, and although they were near it’s edge, there was a gap of deathly cold water blocking their way to safety. Kimo jumped to his feet. Ina struggled to bring herself up off all fours, but eventually managed a swaying upright stance. Kimo looked at his sister, stony-faced. She looked behind her, then at the gap ahead, twitched her face in deliberation then gave a hesitant nod.

Ina squared up against the the back edge of the block of ice, preparing to run. Kimo glanced about and realized the ice was floating slowly away from shore, so he signalled his sister to hurry. She pushed herself forwards, stumbled momentarily before regaining her footing. She reached the edge and shot her foot out above the water in an awkward leap. She collapsed into the snow on the shoreline, exasperated and relieved.

However, her jump had pushed the ice back further into the lake, and increased it’s motion. The boy clutched his fishing rod against his chest, knowing that even if he makes it to shore that if he returned home with both of the rods lost there would be trouble for everyone. He bolted across the ice, much more steady than his sister had been, and speared his leg through the air. He glided above the water, gracefully, even while covered in his thick jacket and with a fishing line trailing behind him. But his jump did not seem enough, his body descending too soon and his leg no longer pointing at the safety of shore, but the chilling water before it.

Silently he prayed to the wind to carry him but a little farther. He closed his eyes and felt his foot graze against the surface of the water. He pushed his body forward into a ball and rolled through the air and finally smashed into the body of his sister.

“Hey you big lug! Get off me!” She cried, pushing him off onto the snow and sitting herself up,

“Ha ha! I thought I was a goner for a second there.” Kimo laughed as he spread himself out and looked joyfully up at the clean, white, afternoon sky,

“We’ll both be goners when father finds out we lost a fishing rod.” Ina replied,

“You mean when he finds out YOU lost a fishing rod.” Kimo retorted,

“It’s not my fault! You could have grabbed it before it fell into the water.”

“Or you could have been more careful and not let go.”

Ina huffed beneath her parka.

“Well we’ll both be in trouble for not bringing home any dinner.” She said,

“Actually, no we won’t.” Kimo smiled and pointed at the end of his fishing line, upon which clung a very shocked and very large fish,

“What! No fair! Now I’m the only one that’s going to get into any trouble.” Ina cried,

“What’s not fair is that you’ll probably still get a feed of my catch.” Kimo pushed himself up onto his feet, “Well come on then, we better be getting home.”  He held his hand out, and Ina took it.

They climbed up the snowy banks and onto the white hills where their sled was waiting. Kimo grabbed the blanket that covered the sled and shook everything off it. He chucked his fishing rod, and their dinner, into the back as he climbed up onto the seats. Ina made her way over to Pulga, their big hairy pet and means of locomotion and climbed onto his saddle. She took hold of the reins and gave a little jolt, patting Pulga on the back of his ears as he stood up and started to move slowly home.

-Vyperchild, perhaps an author again? No? Whatever.