Hey, I'm a little late to the party in asking this, but I'm a writer looking for an artist to help me bring my stories to life. I'm a pretty amateur writer, but I have story lines out the wazoo. This is a webtoon venture, and as such, you've probably guessed I'm in it for the webtoon contest that's been going on. I may not win, but I want to give it my all. If you're willing to devote time to a cause that isn't yours, I'd be extremely thankful.
I'm looking for and artist willing to work in the sci-fi region of story-telling. The specific 'style' of your art can be looked at afterward if you are interested. I don't have any exact schedule as of yet, mostly because I don't want to have restrictions for anyone looking to join this project.
I have story-lines fully fleshed out, but if an artist would collaborate on the story as well, it might keep them from feeling left out of the process. As such, if anyone is willing to work with me, just know that you'll have a say in the story's outcome. If you're interested and think that your art can display its full abilities through story-telling, please contact me.
Writing Example -(Short Story) -
Brrrrrring!!
The shrill ring of an alarm rang out throughout the room. Immediately, Jake's head shot up from his pillow. A large grin plastered itself on his face before saying under his breath, "Today's the day."
In a rush, he threw on a pair of black jeans and a white shirt. His hand reached for a jacket that hung on his chair. He, haphazardly, threw everything else in the room to the side as he ran out of the door. Sliding down the handrail of his stairwell, "I'm leaving!" he cried out to the rest of the house.
"Jake, you haven't even eaten anything!" a soothing voice reprimanded from the next room.
"I'll be fine!" he said as he shot through the door. Bam! The door slammed shut behind him.
A few seconds later, it opened up again. Jake popped his head through the door to see his mother standing before him, toast in one hand, his backpack in the other.
"Haha...I was kind of in a rush." he chuckled as he took the items from his mother.
"For real though, what's got you so shaken up?"
"Nothing...just excited, I guess."
"You're never excited for school...but fine, don't tell me. I'm your mother, I'll figure it out eventually." They smiled at each other and once again, he dashed out the door.
Along the street, his pacing slowly fluctuated back and forth. Fast, then slow, then fast again. All the while muttering to himself, "Today's the day, today's the day, today's the day."
He whipped out his phone, furiously looking through his contacts. His frantic steps came to an abrupt halt.
[Jake : Hey, what's up]
[Samantha : Nothing much, hbu?]
[Jake : Walking...I really don't want to go to school today]
[Samantha : Do you ever?]
[Jake : ...fair point]
[Jake : I was wondering if you wanted to hangout after school]
[Samantha : Hangout? Where?]
[Jake : Well...I was thinking more like a date?]
Beep! Bzzt!
His phone shut off without another notification.
"Ugh! Really?! Now?!" In the middle of the street, he nearly made a fool of himself. Cursing at his phone quietly, he continued making his way towards his school.
Too late to go back for my charger...
As he made his way to the front gate, a group of taller guys stood around one girl. Her mahogany locks slightly covered her face, the glare from her glasses somewhat blinding.
"Look'it the nerd! Whatcha' doing? You should probably hurry on to class?" One of the stockier-looking guys ridiculed her.
A moment after, he found that a hand had landed on his shoulder, "C'mon man, you're gonna start bullying a girl?" Jake said, disgustedly.
The entire group of men turned around to glare down on the boy. "You wanna take her place?" the biggest of the group stared down and asked. Jake shuffled around his pocket, taking out a crumpled $10 bill. "Take the damn lunch money and get the hell out of here."
"Looks like at least one kid knows the routine." he threw a glance back at the girl, timidly sitting on the bench. The group quickly made their way inside the building, making their way to class.
"Ah!" He reached out his arm, but before Jake could catch up, the girl had already run inside.
The rest of the day went by extremely slowly.
I wonder is Samantha responded...I don't have any classes with her. Arrgh! How am I supposed to know if she said anything? I should've been faster.
With school over, he dejectedly, walked back home. Jake stood, stagnantly at his front door, not wanting to go inside. Unknowingly, his feet continued walking. Walking around town, passing by everywhere. Stores, houses, parks. Eventually, his feet stopped in front of a movie theater. He stopped, just staring at the posters, all around him.
A soft hand tapped his shoulder, drawing his attention behind him. A girl stood behind him, her head facing downwards. Her dark brown hair draped over face, hiding a slightly red tone. Her glasses, making way for their eyes to meet.
"S-Samantha." Jake managed to stutter out.
"I got your text." The two stood in front of the movie theater for some time, before walking in. The same smile plaster along both of their faces.
(Email for more details. Please email me with an example of your artwork.)
Email: bheng2021@gmail.com