Hi - Animations

Here's a few animations I started but couldn't finish. What a surprise.

I'm thinking I'll finish the stick fighting one sometime later.

And the car-catching one.

So, in short, these are in-progress animations. Enjoy the sneak peak.

Blue Man's Stick Adventure

and

Muscle Man's Car Catching Half Second

Growing Fiction

So as not to have an interference with the actual news I'd like to post on here, I've created a seperate blog for the story projects I sometimes write.

The blog is called Growing Fiction, and it's located at growingfiction.blogspot.com. Also, there's a little button for it down on the sidebar, under Stories. Visit often, Ihiri Snowflake will continue to take place there.

In other news, I'm graduating tomorrow. That's right, High School is just one more defeated obstacle between me and the rest of my life. And I'm happy to be rid of it.

Sorry - It's Been Forever

But I'm starting a new fiction project.

On the blog.

This weekend I visited my sister at UMich- we watched an outdoor production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, which excited me because that was the way it was performed back when old Shakey himself was involved with it

I must say, the play was exceptional.

Anyway, the new fiction project. The file I have it saved under is "Ihiri Snowflake", but I have no idea what its title will actually be.

Today's Part:

The first snowflake in a hundred years fell and landed in the hair of a young man poised on the brink of a great cliff. Others drifted past him and over the edge, but he took no notice. As the tiny crystal jewel on his crown quietly melted, the young man pulled himself forward, so that his head hung out over the lip, letting him see. Far below, beyond two hundred meters of sheer rock face, a small city was tucked into the canyon walls. He pulled a small device of metal and glass from under his long robes, and brought it up to his eye. For a moment he was still, and then he raised a hand and stepped back and away from the canyon’s edge. Then he was running, noticing for the first time as his foot found the steps that would take him down, into the canyon wall, the snowflakes that danced down and all around him like ash. Halfway down the first stairway he stopped, and looked upward. Snowflakes landed on his face, burning little spots of cold into the young man’s skin, and the clouds in the sky seemed darker and lower than before. Spurred on by some new thought, he continued his hurried flight down the steps. He turned the first corner and was gone, the echo of his bare footsteps pounding stone fading to nothing.

For the first time in a century, Winter had come to Under Rock.