Nov 21, 2016
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Introducing One Page Comic
1. Snapshot 1.
I woke up early today. Well.. More like I did not really sleep last night. Because today is my BIRTHDAY! I am officially thirteen! I am an adult now. I can find a job in the factory, and I can work with Bea! Bea promised last night that she would get off from work early tonight to celebrate my birthday!
OMG! I cannot believe what I just saw in the mirror, the scary scars on my back (yes! The ones that I was born with) had some furry black things growing out — they are a pair of wings. I have a pair of wings! They are black and soft! They are so pretty…
I can FLY now! With this pair of wings! I just tried it out in the living room… Although I am not flying that high yet, if I practice more, I can for sure MASTER it!
2. Snapshot 2.
Emerson is again in her room, reading her favorite book of all – the Greek mythology. The first time she read the book was when she was in class, with other children from the section. They learned about how the Aryans were the decedents of the God while they were the insignificant humans or even worse the evil demons. Although everyone says so, Emerson does not really believe in that, but she never tells anyone about this type of thoughts; she knows, they might put herself and Bea in danger. She loves reading, especially reading the story about the Golden Apple and Eris. She would read it over and over when she has time. Unlike most children, who admire Zeus and Aphrodite, Emerson loves Eris. She admires her intelligence and her power, despite Eris is considered as the goddess of Chaos.
3. Short Story.
It was a cold night, yet Emerson did not feel the coldness at all during that night; her heart was hurting, aching, and being torn part, as the armed soldiers stormed in her house and swept away all the books in her book shelf, including her favorite — the Greek Mythology. She stood there helplessly, staring blankly at the empty book shelf, at the place where her favorite book used to be… Not long after the search and seizure, Emerson saw through the window that a fire was started at the Town Center of the section. She rushes out of her house and ran toward the bright, burning redness… In the Town Center, beyond the crowds of scared faces, she saw the red, burning flame devouring a big pile of books. Tears started to fall down her face, yet something has deeply rooted in her mind…