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Animations, Illustrations, Stories

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Grave Dancer

The grave began filling with soil and tears as the boy went six feet under the earth. He squiggled in his coffin bed. It was cosy and spacious. The service ended and the loved ones left the tomb, some to grieve the loss and some to forget the pain. But for the little guy, the night had just begun and it was a whole new lease on life after death. As the flesh rotted and his corpse turned to skeleton, the boy kept rattling his bones and dancing to the hoots and the howls that became music to his soul.

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Why didn’t the chicken cross the road? Because Death stood on the other side. #inktober2018 #inktober #chicken #grimreaper #funnysketch #autodesksketchbook #animatedvideo #12frames #funnyanimation #digitalsketching https://www.instagram.com/p/BolC46mBHM1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13ydsu9oqbs3e

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Character design of clown girl

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My story “Crossing Fin Line” published in an anthology by Thrice Fiction. My 1st print publication. 😎

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Even a Headless Horseman can become a juggler. #FollowYourDreams My sketch of Sleepy Hollow’s creepy resident switching career from chopping people to juggling pumpkins.

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Snow White’s iPhone froze on her as the Queen poisoned Apple.

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Stars Burst

My animation of stars lighting the sky

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Shun the clouds, Bring the stars

My animation of 40 frames 

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RISE & SHINE - Rise from the ashes and burst into stars.

I made a surrealist genre animation inspired by Carl Sagan’s quote “We are made of starstuff” and the legendary J.R.R Tolkien’s LOTR quote “Moonlight drowns all but the brightest stars.”

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Fisher becomes the fish.

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After years of looking at animation as a career that I missed out on, I finally started learning and practising animation on my own. This is my first attempt at making an animated video.

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It was a beautiful starlit night as the sea waves played with the glorious moonbeams. Ghost sat in the boat with a dozen red roses awaiting his date. He tried his best to hide the nervousness and anxiety. He was a ghost but he did not want to be as transparent.

She sneaked up from behind him, Ghost with roses lifting her spirit. Her fins sparkled with glee lighting up the stars in the sky.

But the joy did not last long. Clouds gathered, thunder clapped, the boat toppled with roses strewn across the sea. Ghost was pushed out of the boat as the Collector landed on it casting his silver net to catch the prettiest fish in the sea.

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Beauty In The Beast

Chapter 1

A hunter with a knife and an axe set fire to the kitchen where a man with claws sat eating at his table. As the door closed tightly and the fire began to engulf him, he felt like he was living a nightmare. He wanted to wake up.

She had written a book about the man with claws. Now he slept on her bed healing from serious injuries. She had tended to his wounds as he sat silent hiding from his attacker.

She had been living on the streets when she wanted to write a book and be recognized as an author. The man with the claws who now laid on her bed had once told her his deepest secret. She thought it was unfair that he had to climb a tree and wait for a bird to bring him scraps like rat and worms to fill his stomach. He could not go to a  restaurant and have his meal like a normal person, simply due to his claws. After eating for weeks, he had fallen off that tree causing a huge crash in the silent night. 

She didn't have a nice face but he was the one who felt envious of her. Everyone looked at the claws and considered him a monster. She looked at it as a gift and made him feel like a centaur, half human and half beast yet majestic. The blood on his claws did not scare her. She entered the room with a tray of food and more bandages when the radio began blasting local news.

A week before the fire, he had received a threatening message. It was a letter from his father. His father wanted him as a weapon. But when he refused, blackmailing and attacks began. Hunter attacking him with knives, axes and finally the fire. His father desperately wanted the claws. If he could not have his son, he would have the weapons. 

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Erase & Amaze

Lexi walked quickly on the busy street of the town of Blackburn. Usually a quiet nook in the corner of Calabasas Mountains, today it was alive with the arrival of the yearly carnival.  The cotton candy and the rides were there to lure the townsmen into a false sense of security. The "House of Horrors" was the main attraction. The kids would dare each other to enter the house and exit on the other side. But some of them never left. They stayed with the carnival and came back as dancers, trapeze artists, clowns and many more attractions that the carnival added each year. Every year it would get bigger and better. Tonight she planned to end the carnival.

A year ago, her brother had fallen victim to the carnival. She remembered daring him to enter the "House of Horrors" thinking he would puke on his cotton candy. But he never got out. She looked all around the place. He was nowhere to be found. That night she went home crying with guilt and sadness. But their parents did not notice anything. Their memories were erased. The pictures, the videos, everything identifying his existence was gone. The next day his body was found in the candy factory but nobody seemed to notice it. Nobody else mourned over his departure.

Now he stood in the carnival as the Amazing Al juggling with bowling pins, swords, knives, dolls, entertaining and luring the other kids.

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Jack was the bellman working at Nick's Inn. It stood at the end of the country road inviting the people who came across the cozy house when lost for directions. On a busy day, Jack would operate the age old computer keyboard to register the guests for the night. No matter what time of the year, the place would get magically filled up by snow and smell like peppermint on a Christmas Day.

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Sweep Tight

They found a bloody shirt in their garage. Someone from the lab had entered their house. If the house was infected there would be no escape.

They put on the hazmat suits that were stored in the closets next to every door in that house. As they searched through the living room and the study room, they noticed the blood stains on the sofas, the coffee tables, lamps, chairs. Every piece of furniture had been infected. They had to find the culprit. If the infection spread through the neighborhood, they will not simply be exiled but executed and buried in the deepest pit that had been dug by their organization to contain the contamination. It was not a solution but an excuse for them to keep feeding on the canisters that gave them life. If certain people had been contaminated, they were not to blame. Survival of the fittest. They could only think for themselves. Everyone else was damned. As they reached the dining room, they noticed a huge pool of blood beneath the table. There was food spread all over the floor. Chunks of meat, broken plates and bottles. Was that wine mixed with blood? They would never get the stain off. Why did this have to happen now? They were to have a party that night. Couldn’t the body have waited till after the guests went home?

They swept the body, the food and the broken chinaware that they had bought from their last trip to the islands before the chaos began. They piled up the garbage in the bins behind their neighbor’s backyard and shoved them in an alley at the end of the block. Now it was the 17th Holder’s problem, not theirs. As long as the 16th Holder did not get completely infected, they were safe from being thrown off the Grid. The Grid sustained them. The Grid chose which ones to push off the edge. They protected their own. Everyone else is damned. As the kids slept through the night, the barrels stayed quiet and fed on grass, the canisters remained full of supplies, their Holder was safe from the Grid. The Grid brought their feed. The Grid decided which ones to bleed. They ruled the planet. They ruled the lives and deaths of millions. They had the power. They gave the power. And the Holders always protected their own.