…or how pictures and ADD come together to make story ideas I never knew I had.
Being creative and having a vivid imagination means coming up with little snippets out of the blue. When you combine those with ADD, you can get some interesting and sometimes funny snippets from out of nowhere.
Cowboy in a Strange Land
This one came to be from picture of a comic book character names Jack Irons, the Steel Cowboy. I follow a lot of indie comic book creators and this one jumps out at me. I will include his Kickstarter link in the caption of the image. The image is not mine. I can’t draw very well, if at all.
There were rumbles in the distance as the cowboy rolled out his bed for the night under the purple sky. The stars shown as diamonds and the moon was but a sliver. He put another piece of wood on the fire and took stock of what he had left.
He was two weeks into his three-week journey through the Desert of Woes and he was hoping he had enough fuel to last until he got to the Darkstorm Kingdom. He checked his silver pistols and made sure the runes were still intact.
He grimaced at the thought of the money he had spent to make the pistols fire in this land he was pulled into. He missed the Arizona desert back home and wondered if there was a way he would ever get back. This land of magic and mysticism was not for him. He didn’t like it.
He rubbed the runes to see if they would smudge and chuckled at himself.
*they’re engraved you idjit.*
Still, he looked at them and wondered if anything like this was possible back home. The rumble happened again, closer this time.
He propped up on the cane the merchant had given him, shaking his head as he turned to face the rumble. The enhanced leg he had saved up to replace the one he lost was nothing but scrap on this world. He had to choose between his pistols and his leg, he chose his pistols.
He was now regretting his decision as he hobbled his way to the edge of his camp and looked out to see a brilliant flash of azure and emerald light with a louder rumble coming closer.
*Shit, why couldn’t this have happened back home? I ain’t good with magic crap.*
This may become a canon short story. I haven’t decided on that one yet.
Waking Up Undead
This one came right out of the blue when my brain wondered what would go through someone’s head if they woke up and discovered they were a zombie. Don’t ask me why my brain thought about that. I don’t question it. I just go with it.
Eyes his eyes open he feels stiffness in his limbs. He stretches. There is a tearing sound like brittle wood cracking. He looks down.
*Shit! Is that my arm? That’s my arm! My arm fell off!*
He tries to speak, “aaarrrrrgggghhh.”
*What the fuck?*
Thinking for a minute, he recalls someone strangling him.
*Wait, that was almost a year- Hold on. I can’t be.*
He looks around the room and sees a mirror. His legs struggle to lift his feet as he shuffles across the room.
He stops to look at his reflection. He takes his remaining hand and touches his face.
*Oh, holy fuck. What the hell? A zombie? Me? Who did I piss off to deserve this shit?* “Arrrgggghhhhh”
*This is going to suck. I know it.*
This one isn’t going anywhere. It’s just something that popped into my head, and I felt compelled to write it down before I forgot it.
I hope you liked them both.
Until next time,
Anissa “Maddy” Walker