Day 18 of 365

Mylard stared around at the spaceship’s control center. Tomkin found herself floating upward a moment later. The girls made eye contact, nodded and began looking for the box again.

Valrose was narrating as the two searched. “Looks like they’ve discovered that the box transforms their surroundings! I’m excited to see who’s going to win though! What they don’t know is that there’s always something dangerous lurking in each of these worlds! The more times they go through the spaces the more dangerous the threats are! Now, of course, the question is how do these girls get out of this? We’ll have to find out!”

Mylard spotted something that looked like the box for a moment but upon floating closer realized it was a little portable screen. She grabbed it and turned it on. The screen flickered to life showing a security camera of the spaceship. She swiped through the screen seeing herself and Tomkin floating and a large figure in the corner–wait–she looked up just as the figure attacked her.

Mylard found herself thrown against the controls, sparks flying as she hit them. Tomkin startled saw a dark figure she couldn’t quite piece together what it was, but it came at her. She propelled herself away and into a hallway. Her heart hammering as she aimed to get away. Just as she left the room a loud alarm sounded.

WARNING. OXYGEN SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN TURNED OFF. PLEASE TURN ON MANUALLY FROM THE CONTROL CENTER OR THE ENGINE ROOM. THERE IS 98% OXYGEN REMAINING. WARNING… the message repeated.

Tomkin froze as she heard it and found herself floating a little far to the left, she hit the metal of the spaceship hard. She winced and looked up. The figure was still coming at her. It moved fluidly and terrifyingly for her as if about to consume her whole.

Mylard floated aimlessly for a few moments in shock as the stinging burns from hitting the controls pained her. She jolted suddenly as she remembered what was going on. She twisted around reminding herself that she should look for the box.

To be continued…

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Day 16 & 17 of 365

Mylard threw a punch into the air randomly as she felt the random tug on her foot again. To her surprise, it connected with something. At first, she thought it was Tomkin, but after another scream from her rival from far away, she realized it had to be something else. Mylard swung again hitting it again. This time it hit something vulnerable. The creature tugging on her pulled away. She kicked now hitting it again. The creature withdrew.

Still scrambling in the dark Mylard found something strange at her fingertips. It was a smooth surface. When she touched the room changed again. A bright light blinded her and Tomkin. It startled the girls as the creatures retreated and what looked like the outdoors appeared. Only it was fabricated. Everything around them was fake. Fake grass, a bright light that tried to mimic the sun, strange scents that reminded them of flowers, plastic flowers for that matter were planted around them.

“Uhhhh…Tomkin,” Mylard said.

“Uhhhh…yeah?”

“Touch the black boxes. They change the room,” Mylard said. Tomkin nodded and turned around looking for any of the boxes.

Mylard spotted it across a fake pond which was made of paper. She walked over to it and touched it. The room shifted again. This time they were on a spaceship.

To be continued…

Day 15 of 365

Both girls continued their struggle inside the strange room. Tomkin’s glasses didn’t do much to help as she tried to figure her way out of the room. She spotted something strange off to the side as she wandered around. It was a tiny black box. Tomkin walked over to it, tripping several times as her depth perception was interrupted by the strobe lights.

Mylard struggled the breath had been knocked out of her when Tomkin had fallen on top. She rolled over to her side trying to breathe and figure out how to navigate her overwhelmed senses. The stench was getting to her and she wanted to hurl. Tomkin looked like she was ignoring the smell as she walked away. Mylard pulled herself together and stood up. A little woozy but she kept her balance.

Back in front of the screens, Valrose was excitingly narrating the girls, “Look at that, I think Tomkin might be finding her way of this maze sooner than Mylard if she gets that box open. But Mylard is smart so who knows? Who are you rooting for? Remember all cash bets close the moment these girls get out of the room. If my estimations are right, and they usually are, I’m gonna say these two will figure their way out in about 10 minutes! So get your bets in!” he reminded the crowd watching the show. His eyebrows did the shuffle they were famous for.

Tomkin reached out touching the box. The moment she did all the sirens and lights abruptly turned off. They were in pitch darkness with the awful stench.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Mylard asked.

“Uhhh…I––AHHH!” Tomkin screamed as something grabbed her leg and pulled down. She found herself trying to fumble at her laser gun and shoot it but just as it had touched her leg it was gone, “WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUU–––”

Mylard turned abruptly toward the sound of Tomkin’s screams but as she did something tugged at her right arm causing her to trip and fall. The surface of the ground had changed. It felt like cold dirt now instead of the flat hard room. She twisted around trying to look but the darkness only consumed her.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Day 4 of 365

Made some good plotting points yesterday, threw half of them out the window for random inspiration. Still following this story.

~Kendall

Part One
Part Two
Part Three


There was a large man standing at the back door holding an alien weapon. The Sandburg aliens tensed up and Mr. Sandburg lifted the gun he held. The man had a large scar on his face and several tattoos that were hard to distinguish on his arms.

Marilyn was the first to speak. “Verona. You found us.”

Verona smirked. “Been a long time coming. What do you go by these days? I haven’t seen you lot since you were rats running.”

“These bodies are Sandburgs,” Fell responded. He was leaning forward in his chair watching Verona. The air was full of a nervous energy.

“You gonna kill us?” Diana snapped. Her eyes darted around the room at the gun Mr. Sandburg had pointing at Verona and alien weapon in his hand.

“Depends. Got anything redeemable? I heard a ship is gonna touch down in the next hour or so. Its drop point isn’t far from here. I wanna trade for some freedom,” he said.

Ellis tried to follow the conversation but found himself in silence and in confusion. He wanted to ask so many questions but the hostility made him feel nervous.

“Even if we had something we wouldn’t give it to you,” Mr. Sandburg said. He wanted to kill Verona, but Marilyn kept giving him looks.

To be continued…

Day 3 of 365 Stories

Will try to wrap this story up in the next couple days. I took some time to plot out the story so that it makes sense. I’m excited to keep working on these shorts and hope that you’re still working on your New Year’s Resolutions!

~Kendall

Part One
Part Two


Ellis looked back and forth between the aliens, unsure of how his words would go over. He expected them to reject the premise, but that left them with only the option of killing him. Unless there was another option that came about Ellis expected the Sandburgs to murder him. Although he wasn’t quite sure of the reasons, Ellis knew something was horribly wrong with the family standing around him.

Diana sighed heavily and looked at Mrs. Sandburg who was standing with her arms folded near the kitchen. She was battling the emotions of her recently killed host. The process of assimilating was always interesting. A host had to die to let the alien in, but once in they seem to awaken inside without any control over their body. They experienced everything but someone else was in control. It was a horrifying feeling for their hosts, but the aliens needed to survive.

Mr. Sandburg abruptly left the conversation. Marilyn and Preston started to speak to him as he disappeared. He ignored them as he went to the part of the house his host only knew of. It was a small closet with a hidden shelving unit. Inside Mr. Sandburg removed a shotgun and its bullets. He returned holding it.

Marily and Preston had been heavily discussing ways to deal with Ellis who sat with his eyes rolling. They cut off seeing what their leader held.

“Is that…Where did you get that?” Mrs. Sandburg asked. Her eyes were glazed over and focused on the gun. “Mrs. Sandburg hates having guns in this house! They’re a vile and horrible thing to have around children.”

“We’re all grown up,” Fell snapped. “The youngest is even too old to be here.” Mrs. Sandburg gave him a look and he folded his arms, pouting.

The was a loud crack that made all the aliens and Ellis jump. It sounded like lightning hitting the house. Mr. Sandburg scanned the house trying to figure out was happening. He didn’t need to because the back door slid open. They turned seeing a tall dark figure.

To Be Continued…

Horizons

Horizons are tricky. One little slip and you’re down another inch in the world of time. I don’t want to lose that inch just to stupidity nonsense like not calibrating my inch by inch simple horizon portal gun. Just fucking going to jump out there and let you know that horizon jumping is almost as dangerous as eating poison. You make a little inch slip and you can be with dinosaurs about to get crushed or in the future where the earth no longer exists, and you’re there without a spacesuit and oxygen. Dangerous shit falling through time. All about that horizon gun and accuracy.

I slip the safety off the gun gently and glance around for any time police. No need to get caught with one of these babies. I slip my glasses on, an instant blue-green tint. The years flash across the glasses, correlating with the direction the gun is pointing along with a brief description of what I’ll be stepping into.

I pause seeing the year 2403 and Bar fight of 2403 in a small establishment. Between two political parties. “That’ll be a good cover,” I mutter as I steady the point of the gun. With a deep breath, I pull the trigger. Nothing happens for a brief moment and then my arm jerks forward as a large blue light emits from the gun. A buzzing sound fills my ears and I tumble forward into a loud yelling match.

Just as I get my footing on the glass floor a large whiskey bottle smashes above my left ear. It shatters on me, cutting my neck and shoulder slightly. I glance up seeing a large black man wrestling a stocky Asian woman. The two are pulling at each other’s hair and kicking. The woman jerks her arm back and slams her fist into his nose hard. The man pulls away as it lands wincing.

I shake my head at the sight of the two fighting and immediately store both gun and glasses in my side bag. I cinch the clip close to my body and look around. The two aren’t the only two fighting. Another couple fights are going on. One old man with a white beard is reaching into the bar and flinging whatever bottle he gets his hands on at another old man. The two yelling profanities at each other. I swivel around looking for the door out of this establishment. I get the feeling cops will be upon us soon and I don’t need to be caught here.

The door is to the left of me and down a flight of stairs. I can see a few people running toward it as other people start to get into the spirit of the fight. Before I have a chance to run through a hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around. I barely register the hand and shift my head as the large angry Asian woman attacks me. I immediately bring my knee up and hit her square in the stomach. She lurches back slightly but doesn’t loosen her grip. Gritting her teeth she readies for another punch at my face. I lean forward toward her butting my head and glasses against her hard skull. Surprised at the retaliation I feel her fingers release. I quickly swing my left hand at her ear offsetting her balance and twist out of her reach. I don’t look back, sprinting toward the door.

As I push open the heavy metal door more scared bar goers follow my heels. We press out into the light and the edge of a metal balcony. I freeze just a second before I hit the railing and can go overboard into what seems to be miles of nothing below me. Someone presses against me and runs away. The metal door slams loudly behind me. I pause looking out at the view.

There isn’t earth below me but buildings. The lights and metallic dull gray trail beneath me. I roll my head up to see more buildings upon buildings rising above. Where is the damn earth? I ask myself as I strain to see the sky. There is smoke, fog, and smog above me. Cutting into any view I have of the sky. I turn looking for where the person that had used me for traction could have gone. This balcony is a metal railing that goes for miles up and down. I can see people mulling around some of the bridges, going in and out of shops. Everyone casually moving on them.

“Huh,” I say. “I didn’t expect this.”

“Didn’t expect what?” a woman’s voice asks behind me. I twist seeing the Asian woman I had wrestled with in the bar. Her lip is bleeding and bruises are forming on the bottom of her chin and right eye. She sighs walking up beside me to look at the view. I stiffen a little unsure if I’m being lured into another attack. “Don’t worry, fighting is left in the bar. Nice work unbalancing me,” she says leaning up against the railing. She spits a bit of blood out and looks at me again before repeating her question, “Didn’t expect what?”

“The fog,” I lie.

She raises an eyebrow knowing I’m lying. I know immediately that the fog must be constant from her look. “Whatever. You want to grab drinks at the bar on 1078?” she asks.

I grind my teeth, tense.

“Not going to hit you again. I just get a little caught up when arguments get heated,” she says as she extends a hand, “I’m Nola.”

I warily take it. Her hand feels like it’s crushing mine. “I’m Cal.”

“Well Cal, you coming?” she asks taking off down the railing. After a few moments, I follow.

The wind is loud as we walk down the railing. I’m slightly behind her, studying her movements and the strangeness of this time. We reach a little shoddy elevator with a card reader. Nola swipes her card and steps in. I follow her into the cramped excuse for a machine. I’m not even sure it’ll hold our weight. Probably going to plummet to our deaths in this. Nola presses the floor number into the computer and hits enter. It beeps, makes a loud whirring sound, and shoots down at an alarming speed. I have to grab the railing to keep from falling.

Nola simply leans against the wall casually studying me as we fall. My head feels a little woozy from the sudden rush. She grabs a handle just as the elevator shutters to a halt. My knees nearly give out at the sudden stop. The door slip open and she steps out without hesitation. I give my stomach, breath, and blood a moment to catch up before following her.

The view from this lower height makes the buildings seem even bigger. I can’t see anything but buildings around and railings with shoddy elevators. I can’t fathom how we got to this point. The other thing that just occurred to me is that I’ve only seen a few people out. Where are all the people in this massive complex?

“Cal, this way,” Nola says holding open a door. I follow her into a large bar that seems similar to the one we were in before. No one is throwing bottles in this one thankfully. As if to remind me my neck twinges with pain. Nola stalks past the few customers in the building to the back. I follow while investigating. The music is calming and the bartender watches us as we walk over to him.

“Two No-Breaths,” Nola says slipping her card over the reader. It beeps and the bartender busies himself creating the drink. Nola gestures to a cozy table. We take our seats as the drinks come out. The liquid is a dark brown with a red separated jello like substance on top. I raise a brow as Nola picks it up.

She waits as pick it up. “To us,” she says and knocks it back. I swallow and hope my stomach can keep it down as I follow suit. The drink burns my tongue and throat as it goes down. I can feel it go down as I cough. My throat seems to close leaving no room to breathe. I understand where the name comes from and then the painful feeling vanishes as I hack again. Nola chuckles. “So Cal, you a traveler?”

I don’t say anything still gagging on the awful taste of the No-Breath. “What did you come to fix?” she asks casually. I hesitate and study her face.

“Who said I came to fix anything?” I retort feeling the alcohol starting to kick in.


Planning to continue this story later. I’m not sure where it’s going, but I’m interested. I don’t usually write in first-person so this is strange for me, but I’m having fun. We’ll see where this goes.

~Kendall

Updates & Animation Inspiration 78

Update to the previous post on the recreate a title sequence contest. For the title sequence I’m going to focus on the book choice since that will determine the mood. From there I can try to find a 2D sequence that I can mimic which fits that same mood. I probably should have done that earlier today, but instead I went down the rabbit hole that is Art of the Title. Too many title sequences in my head now.

Bootcamp is also done. I didn’t quite finish the character throwing the ball like I wanted to today. Combination of lack of willpower and complicated tweening process turned into me getting only partially through the tween. Really love keyframes, really hate tweens. Character Animation is hard. It sounds stupid to say that, but it’s just hard. Seriously even though I’m not finished with the course (I can still complete the rest of the lessons just no more critique time) I’ve learned so much! It’s crazy seeing how much School of Motion has kicked my ass and changed my animation skills. I’ll try to have an updated reel for you guys to see soon. Just taking my time trying to really learn that art of animation first. Love you SoM. ❤

Since I haven’t progressed far on the title sequence contest, nor finished all the bootcamp stuff I’m throwing up some inspiration. Depending on how crazy my weekend is I might have another update for these projects, but I’m trying to spend some time reading too. I haven’t gotten too far in my Bout of Books goals. Just want to finish at least one book by Sunday. Which is doable if I actually sit down to read.

Night,
Kendall

Rocklets + Mogul | By Zublime

This is like a completely animated Skittles commercial, but better because it’s animated.

Madita | By Animography

I love Animography! They always have fun fonts to watch animate. This one is great because the promotion has such a strong story to it. Beautiful transitions and sound design. If you don’t know about Animography, they create animated typefaces which you can purchase and use. I recommend checking them out even if you can’t buy, because they’re super fun and great for inspiration! There are a couple free types you can download. Love this!

Animation Inspiration 75

Spent today babysitting and drawing with the kids. I sketched on my ipad and have yet to transfer over to my computer. Might continue drawing later, if not will share the sketches tomorrow.

AMI | By Tantrum

Lovely transitions throughout the entire piece. Leaves a great feeling and has great movement for the eye. The animators do a wonderful job with helping the eye follow lines and focus on key elements. Great design work and a pleasure to watch!

Nadia Comaneci perfect 10 | By Fluor

Love this. I’ve been watching Olympic athletes and wanting to make some gifs. Have yet to find enough time in the day to make all the projects. Soon. This animation is simple, well as simple as animating a gymnast can be, and pleasant to watch. Great drawings and sound design.

Animation Inspiration 69 | AKA When You’re Too Sleepy To Make Good Work

So I spent my evening going down to Denver and helping my mother shop for a lamp. Plus sitting in really long terrible service at a restaurant. Got back and started working on the videos only to crash. Literally fell asleep editing the video. Sometimes you just have to call it a night no matter how much you don’t want to. I’m at that point even though I want to work. I’d rather have a full video tomorrow than try to edit while sleepy. Since I’m heading to bed I’ll leave you with some inspiration.

Lovers for Green Man 2016 – Crock | Lovers

Those illustrations. Love it…and not just because I’m falling asleep and getting a little blurry eyed.

Places of Residence | By Julie Reiters

Creative transitions and topic.

Animation Inspiration 68

I have to go to bed early because my friend made a challenge with me that I have to start waking up to take selfies by 9 AM. This is an effort to fix my sleep schedule which is very off at this point. So tonight I bring you these lovely animations.

2D Animation ORBS FXES | By Ivan Boyko

It’s completely normal to make your own sound effects, right? ‘Cause that’s what I did when I pressed the play button. Shows you how much I’ve matured since kindergarten. Woooshhh, pssshooooshwoooshoooowowooshhhhhwoooohhhhhshpppppssssstttttsshoooo….ww……okay I think I made my point.

The Design Conference 2016 event titles | From The Design Conference

Absolutely loving these whimsical event titles. They’re very fresh and bouncy and have that summer feeling to them. Very happy and cool. Love the cutouts and sketch look to them! Great fun music to go along with it too!