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Thursday, 27 June 2019

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy


Note: First 5 pages of the script for my short comic, One for Sorrow, Two for Joy, which is based on the Chinese myth of The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Two star-crossed lovers forever separated by a vast river, and fated only to meet once every year, this is the story of one of those meetings.

Page 1

Inside a little cottage, a young Chinese man (Niulang) is getting ready to go out. His home is simple and plainly furnished, a commoner’s home.

He stands before his bed, where he’s laid out three outfits: one blue, one green and one cream. He stares down hard at them, paralysed by indecision. Eventually, he snatches up the green outfit and puts it on, initially pleased with the result. However, when he catches sight of himself in the mirror, his confidence dissolves, and he throws his head and claps his hands over his face in frustration.

Page 2

Inside another cottage, a young Chinese woman (Zhinu) sits at a dresser before a mirror, also getting ready to go out. The dresser is a bit of mess, with makeup pots, brushes, flower vases and jewellery scattered on the surface. The rest of the room is elegantly if haphazardly furnished, with a beautifully carved wardrobe in left corner, and a divider on the right, clothes hanging off it.

Zhinu brushes her hair and ties it up in a half-bun, before applying red paint to her lips.

Page 3

Outside, it’s night. Niulang stands outside his cottage at the bank of a river, a cloth-wrapped gift clenched tightly in his hand. He’s fidgeting a lot, clearly nervous, but also excited.

Suddenly, he spies Zhinu emerging from her cottage on the opposite side of the river; she also has a gift for him, wrapped in embroidered cloth. Even after all this time, even across the distance of the river, Niulang’s breath still catches whenever he sees her. He can’t look away.

Page 4

Niulang stares, and he is lost.

As Zhinu emerges, she catches sight of Niulang, and stops in her tracks.

Even across the vast breadth of the river, their eyes lock, and for a moment, time hangs still.

Page 5

A full page illustration. Zhinu’s back is to the reader, and the camera is panned out to show the full width of the river, how great the distance separating Zhinu and Niulang.

The Flower Maiden


The Flower Maiden

The first five script pages for my short horror comic, 'The Flower Maiden.'

Page 1

            Poppy had always hated the way she looked.
Nose too big.
Eyes small, dull and mud-brown.
Hair limp and mousy.
She longed to make friends, but whenever she looked at those beautiful, shining, smiling girls, her confidence withered, and she shrunk back into her own little world.
Poppy would never be like them.

Page 2

During the summer, Poppy liked to explore the woods near her house. It was one of the few places she felt at ease, with nothing to fill her mind but the call of the birds, the scent of the flowers and the warm dapple of sunlight across her skin.
She thought she knew every inch of these woods, but one day… she came across something new.
A garden.


Page 3

Dazzled and envious of its beauty, in a moment of melancholy, she cupped a flower in her hands, and wished:
“I wish I could be as beautiful as one of you.”
At that… a figure emerged.
She looked like a pale, blonde young woman dressed all in white, but her face was completely covered by white flowers.

Page 4

Flower Maiden: If it’s beauty you want, beauty…

The Flower Maiden plucks a bud from the garden and hands it to Poppy.

Flower Maiden: … you shall get. Look after this flower, nourish it, nurture it, coax it to full bloom… and its beauty shall be yours for as long as you have it. Do we have a deal?

Poppy nods, and takes the flower home, planting it in a pot she keeps on her windowsill.

Page 5

The Flower Maiden’s words spoke true. As time went on and the flower blossomed, so too did Poppy. Her previously limp, mousy hair grew long, glossy and wavy, her dull, mud-brown eyes – always downcast – were now warm, gleaming and hazel, and as her transformation began, she positively glowed with confidence. Girls and boys she never even would’ve dreamed of speaking to before were slowly drawn to her, and her confidence bolstered, she soon became the shining belle of her village.