Uuuugghh ↓ TranscriptNarrator Text: At the end of the school day SELKIE is waiting by the sidwalk for TODD to pick her up. Selkie: Uuuggh. Mans. Not a great day. Amanda (VO): Hey. How'd YOUR thing go? SELKIE looks over[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
For those who may not have seen the Twitter or Discord updates, my Facebook Account got hacked over the weekend. I still need to regain access, but until further notice be cautious of anything that comes from my or the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s been a really long few minutes since we saw you! ↓ TranscriptGeorge: So… I dunno, you wanna tell the others about this or… Keisha: Naw. I’ll be okay. And I don’t wanna be starting drama, you know? Selkie (VO):[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Why indeed ↓ TranscriptGeorge: Hey, I'm gonna go to. Selkie: You are? Why? George: I got a… an extra credit project. See ya, Sel. Selkie:. Huh. Is George followings Keisha? Does he haves a crush on her or somethings? Amanda:[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Selkie, no, that doesn’t mean what you think it means. ↓ TranscriptHeather: Yeah, the Hockey club is probably gonna be the best one, but Mom says I should consider Tennis, too. Selkie: Sounds like ans excuse to smack things. I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Parental Encouragement sessions. ↓ TranscriptAmanda: Well, what do you think of the story? Creepy, huh? Wu: Do you have a version where you don’t talk like you’re a hundred years old? Amanda: Ggrrr… Amanda: WELL, my MOM says I’m smart[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Happy Spooky Week. Regular comics resume Monday. ↓ TranscriptThe wailing of ambulances sang Harold's finale. His estranged wife and son were called to the scene. A weakened heart, the official decree. Harold's long years tending the Manor, his service in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Teatime? ↓ TranscriptA shattering that rent sound and soul sent glass spraying across Harold's bedroom. He huddled in his bed, a child in the night, as his visitor breached Harold's slumbering security. "O father, my father. Come hither. Dance, sing,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Old memories ↓ TranscriptThe singing of old voices dredged from the abyss of Harold's memory the lost days of the creature's origin. Sylvan and innocent, exploring forest and hill across the manor's primeval country. A childhood friend, treasured above all.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
