Here’s a story I made, you can read it here if you don’t understand it.
BUT make sure to check out Ambition, and Joselyn Jurado!
Joselyn Jurado- http://m.youtube.com/channel/UCLeAFRd...
Ambition- http://m.youtube.com/channel/UC4X7J9D...
👇
Chapter 1
Another cold Alaskan day, with mom and Toast. The glass was frozen, and the window frame was starting to drip with melting ice. The whole house was freezing. Outside the clouded wind swept up snow, and tossed it around like a five-year-old playing with a ball. I slide over to Toast, bundled up in a pink blanket, her thick, golden fur making her seem like a stuffed animal. I turn to my mom, her head heavy on the pillow, and eyes closed.
“Jam, dear?”, she spoke, almost as a whisper, “ Can you take Toast over outside please?” Her wrinkled face smiled peacefully, and her pale, boney hands shivered underneath her blanket. I gleamed, jumping off Toast and sprinting all the way to the closet of coats. I ripped my jacket off the hanger and swept my boots from the floor.
“You better come back before the sun goes out,” mom echoed, but I was already plunged inside of the snow. I look up at the sky and see migrating crows overhead, but then Toast leaps out from the door and tackles the snow.
I turn to smile, “Toast, you ready to go exploring?” Immediately Toast yelped up, dashing ahead, barking louder than a school fire alarm. I popped my foot from the layers of snow and tagged behind. That day we both ran until our bones were sore, I miss those peaceful days..
I have the story finished.. but I have to animate it...
To be continued :)
BUT make sure to check out Ambition, and Joselyn Jurado!
Joselyn Jurado- http://m.youtube.com/channel/UCLeAFRd...
Ambition- http://m.youtube.com/channel/UC4X7J9D...
👇
Chapter 1
Another cold Alaskan day, with mom and Toast. The glass was frozen, and the window frame was starting to drip with melting ice. The whole house was freezing. Outside the clouded wind swept up snow, and tossed it around like a five-year-old playing with a ball. I slide over to Toast, bundled up in a pink blanket, her thick, golden fur making her seem like a stuffed animal. I turn to my mom, her head heavy on the pillow, and eyes closed.
“Jam, dear?”, she spoke, almost as a whisper, “ Can you take Toast over outside please?” Her wrinkled face smiled peacefully, and her pale, boney hands shivered underneath her blanket. I gleamed, jumping off Toast and sprinting all the way to the closet of coats. I ripped my jacket off the hanger and swept my boots from the floor.
“You better come back before the sun goes out,” mom echoed, but I was already plunged inside of the snow. I look up at the sky and see migrating crows overhead, but then Toast leaps out from the door and tackles the snow.
I turn to smile, “Toast, you ready to go exploring?” Immediately Toast yelped up, dashing ahead, barking louder than a school fire alarm. I popped my foot from the layers of snow and tagged behind. That day we both ran until our bones were sore, I miss those peaceful days..
I have the story finished.. but I have to animate it...
To be continued :)
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