Tag: illustration

A broken lid. Aak fictionspawn

Broken Box

There was a box in the basement. A box Makki had never seen before. It had strange drawings and symbols on it. Faces with creepy expressions. 

He tried to open it. The cover didn’t budge. He pulled and pushed, turned it around. Shook it. Something moved inside, but it was securely sealed. 

He got crowbar, pushed it in under the lid. Held on to the box, pulling the crowbar down. The lid broke. 

He looked inside. He couldn’t see anything, but it smelled horrible, like rotting road kill. He turned it up side down to see if something would fall out. It didn’t. 

Disappointed he dropped the box on the floor and went upstairs. He started cutting some bread. He was home alone, and he hated cooking.  He ate a sandwich, and went into  the living room, sat down in front of the TV. He felt strange, like if someone was watching him. He could hear sounds as well, weird whispering noises…

Dead Horse Aak fictionspawn

The Long Walk

They had been walking for weeks, if a such word made any sense anymore. The old horse was tired. Every day they had to carry more of the equipment themselves.

To the south there was nothing. The last people they had met…

Watching the Sunset. Aak fictionspawn

Together Forever

The sun was going down, painting the sky in a thousand colours reflected in the beautiful landscape below. In the city streetlights were coming on, one by one as the shadow of the hills slowly crept through the quarters. They could see the fields where they played as children, the mountains. The ocean. The vast sea stretching out, seemingly with no end. She had always dreamt of the ocean, the unknown beyond the waves.

Maybe some day he would take her.

They had been sitting there for a long time now, just staring into eternity. Feeling the silence. Breathing. Existing.

Darkness arrived…

Flamenca in front of Alhambra Aak fictionspawn

Postcards and Society

This is the first part of a postcard project I’m doing, to take advantage of the tourism in my home town. The castle you see in the back is the Alhambra, the centre of the ancient Al-Andaluz Arab kingdom of Granada. The one I mentioned in a post a couple of weeks ago.

I made the design for this one many years ago, reproducing postcards by hand and selling them on the street. I lived in a cave back then. No electricity. No installed water…

A monster under a bridge. Aak fictionspawn

Happy

He was a monster. He lived in a hole in the ground. His little hole was humid and dirty, full of fungus and worms, just the way he liked it. He was a monster, lived like a monster, and thought like a monster.

Today he was out walking in the woods. He liked to walk in the woods in the afternoon, when the sun was shining through the treetops, listening to the little birds sing, watching the squirrels play. He liked looking at them. Sometimes he killed one or two, just for fun. He was a monster, after all. He didn’t mean any harm. It just made him happy, that’s all.

He was sneaking up on a little deer when he heard something down on the path. He usually didn’t go down there, but the happy giggling of a little girl caught his attention. She sounded so cute, so sweet. He wanted to share her happiness….