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Published: 2016-12-08 03:20:30 +0000 UTC; Views: 12090; Favourites: 591; Downloads: 0
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It's been a while since I did something emotionally heavy~soundcloud.com/foxamoore/brokeβ¦
Gotta flex those muscles if I want to do visual storytelling, right?
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Sorry for the late reply - I usually don't check comments on older submissions.
You can yes! Just give credit if necessary.
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Your context of the story as well as the short was beautifully amazing, and incredibly crafted, and yeah, gotta put one himself together to do good storytelling
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Suddenly got inspired to write something to this amazing piece. It's so late, sorry for such poor quality.
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Ferris shuffled uncomfortably, shielding hopeful eyes with one woolen paw as he stared down the road, through the flurry of snow that swept about. His movement upset the small mound that had been gathering at his shoes from standing there for so long, fallen snow crunching beneath his feet.
With no signs of approaching headlights, Ferris turned away, a sudden chill raking his spine. He shuddered, clutching a package to his chest as he rubbed his paws along his arms, teeth chattering, his breath coming out in cloudy puffs of carbon dioxide, before looking back to the road.
It had been nearly thirty minutes since Harrison had said he'd pick him up, to bring him to the Christmas party. Now, the frigid air biting at him like a viper, his hope was starting to dwindle, but he swept away his qualms in an instant. This is the heaviest snowfall we've had all year, the weather's probably just holding him up, he figured, reassuring himself, but his doubts still lingered.
The fox bit his lip, looking down at the present he'd brought with him. Tiny frost crystals coated the gift's crimson wrapping paper, its shiny green bow glistening in the lamplight. It had costed him a fortune, but he'd been able to get his paws on an autographed photograph of Eli Cornelli, some famous quarterback that he himself knew nothing about, but he knew for a fact that Harrison looked up to the guy. He couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he opened it...
...Assuming he opened it at all.
The small candle inside him flickered with hope as Ferris pulled out his phone, dialing up Harrison. He was completely confident he was just running late, of course, but he still just wanted to check up on him, just in case...
"C'mon, pick up," Ferris mumbled, pressing the phone to his ear as it ringed twice, thrice. His expression faltered as he stared out at the road, ear's slowly flattening. "They said they would come, right?"
"Yo!"
Immediately, Ferris perked up, a spark of hope shimmering inside him, though he eventually frowned. Music nearly drowned out the voice, which didn't even sound remotely similar to Harrison.
Heart pounding and voice cracking, Ferris cleared his throat. "Um, hello? Harry, it's me, Ferris!"
There were confused and muffled voices in the background before the first spoke up, shouting over the music. "It's that geek, Fairy! ...Tell him what- Yo, shit dude, Ben's chugging!"
There was a clatter and muffled chanting and shouts before the line went dead, but Ferris didn't hear any of it. His arms felt numb, and yet it wasn't the cold.
That confirmed it. Any hope he'd had had been crushed, turned to smouldering ashes. That flicker of hope had been smothered. He didn't know what he felt...
It was pain. That was it, what being strung along like this felt like. Pain and numbness at the same time; a barb-covered wire twisting around his chest combined with an absolute inability to do anything about it other than feel angry at himself for being so naive, but even then he couldn't muster the will to be angry. He could barely muster the strength to stand, his legs wobbling like jelly.
He wanted to stay there. To just huddle down in the snow, cry, and let the snow bury him, but he immediately dismissed this desire, scolding himself for even letting the thought enter his mind. You were a fool, Ferris, he thought bitterly to himself. Wallowing in your own self pity won't magically make everything better.
This wasn't the first time he'd been left in the dust, and yet he still hadn't learned from his past mistakes. But he could try to now. He gave one final glance down the road, squinting as the snow whipped against his face. He tried his best to hold back tears before clenching his eyes shut and turning away, clutching the gift he'd poured a month's pay into in his arms.
And then, he trudged through the snow and began the long slog home.
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Aww man, this made me nearly tear up. Even though I expected it to be a sad story, my heart sunk reading how it ended. You did a great job quickly getting me to identify with Ferris and wanting to see something good turn out for him. Sadly, the best of intentions aren't always welcomed or reciprocated in the way they deserve. You also did wonderful with the descriptions, such as the frost crystals on the wrapping paper. Helped make things be even more vivid in my mind than what I had even imagined for this piece in the first place. You have nothing to be ashamed of, this is a great piece of writing! And it makes me so happy that something I made inspired you like this. Thank you for sharing this man!
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I was in a similar situation like this a while ago.It wasn't fun. Amazing art once again.
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Aw... geez... compared to the last winter scene you drew, this is quite a depressing contrast. Beautiful, but so sad.
Absolutely amazing.
On an unrelated note, I happen to have a winter instrumental track stuck in my head (not from a popular source by the way); seeing this makes me want to hum that on instinct.
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Indeed! It's good to mix it up sometimes.
I'm glad the atmosphere was strong enough to bring those feelings on so strongly. Good to hear!
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Those who don't know loyalty will never know trust.
Here's hoping for the best in the future, little guy.
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Such a cold, wintery atmosphere with that purple sky.
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Despite the character, the background itself was quite relaxing and beautiful to paint before I added him. I love snowy days and nights like this.
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This is how I feel when my parents forgot to pick me up afterschool... :c
Btw, here's a little trivia: when my little brother was in middle school, there was this one time my mom COMPLETELY forgot about him and didn't pick him up for five or six hours XDΒ
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It's stories like that that make me afraid to be a parent. I can be a bit forgetful sometimes. X)
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Awww, he sure looks lonely...
Reminds me of this Welsh kid from this old Norman Wisdom film One Good Turn.
Norman is an orphan who had stayed on at the orphanage he grew up at to do odd jobs, and is popular with all the children.
One of these children is Jimmy, whose aunt from Wales was supposed to come to the orphanage to take him for a day out... but for some reason or other, she didn't show up, leaving him distraught. Norman tried to cheer him up, foolishly promising to buy him a toy of his very own to make him happy. Jimmy asked for a toy motorcar... which would cost Β£12 to buy... (Norman only earned some 20 shillings a week) And this becomes a driving force in the film as he tries to earn extra money elsewhere...
On top of which, they also have to deal with their crooked chairman of the trustees as he plans to sell the site to a property developer seeking a place to build a factory...
Anyway, great job on the colour and lighting, and the snow effect looks cool! (No pun intended)
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That's quite the story - also geez, that kid was quite over-reaching to ask or something that was 3 months worth of wages - yikes. X)
Thanks so much! I love doing snowy scenes.
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Heh, well... he was only a little boy with no concept of money. At that age, kids only see the here-and-now. It was silly of Norman to make promises he couldn't really keep to a small child... though at least he did try...
Norman Wisdom's usual onscreen persona was the well-meaning but accident-prone gump who always tried to do the right thing... but hilarity ensues as he tries to get there.
He even had some guest appearances on Brit-com Last of the Summer Wine.
(I found an episode here, but it seems that to avoid copyright issues it's in a resized box and slowed down slightly. You'd need to go in Settings and put the play-speed to at least x1.25 to get it back up to the right speed: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzee7j⦠)
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It's your emotional pieces that drew me in from the start.
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Aw, thank you! I'll try to do more of them!
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Poor fox, I also had a date and the girl didnΒ΄t come it was so depressiv.
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Awww, sorry to hear that. I hope it doesn't happen again.
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I like the blend of wide eyed, cartoon whimsy and bleak despondency. It's the same combo that made me like The Secret of NIMH so much, but here you've achieved it in your own style without resorting to Don Bluth fan art.
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Awww, thank you! That means a lot!
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Man, this is quite an emotional piece. Really loving the whole atmosphere here.
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