Sleeps, the writer.
ZigVanGoose, the illustrator. You've come across our first blog as Arctic Stew. We're creating a series of illustrated stories. The ideas conveyed in these stories are based upon our daily lives, our daily inspiration, and our nightly dreams; people just like you. Maybe with a few more shenanigans involved. Keep an eye out for more from BrothersInBlog.
Here's Part 1 to Empty Light, this is Moth at his daily job, and the way people see him. We're both really content with the way it turned out, enjoy!
Light shines brightly beating down on Moth as he strolls down the street to the local middle school where he works as a janitor. He really had little reason to start working outside of seeing and hearing of everyone else work, so he simply found that it's what anyone else would so; why wouldn't he? Moth enters and begins his daily duties that were assigned. He blankly paces the halls of the school with a push broom in hand. the broom isn't positioned the way one would expect, it's quite outrageously in the palm of both hands, as if he were clutching a blade sticking out of his abdomen.
The children of the school are always watching him; his method, and the concept of how things work in the world is very blatantly skewed and faulty. His method is conceived based off how he may have seen things done in the past. The issue with that is a good portion of the time he doesn't see it done, so he then interprets the rest. Which often makes for quite a strange and somewhat humorous show. However most, if not all, of the children at this little school are fearful or very weary of Moth. They peer at him, his face is vacant and his eyes will remain abnormally apathetic throughout any situation. One could honestly call his eyes hollow, more so than a bullet after it's been used, he gives serious credibility to the word "empty".
None of these children have heard Moth speak a word, the reason behind that is Moth generally won't speak unless he's spoken to. His speech is rather forged, mimicking chunks of things he's heard before and mashing them together into one sentence, which can often make little sense and be considered valueless and impossible to derive a meaning from. Moth formally treads the school ground for some time, pushing dirt while maintaining a very linear path. The dirt and dust isn't really clean, it's rather displaced to somewhere new in the school, with a trail to identify just where is originally came from. After his 3 hour shift is over, he lets loose a guttural screech, "DONE!", one that can be heard half a mile from his location, it sounds more like the sound emitted from two massive plates of metal colliding and reverberating for some time. He then launches the broom from his hands into a nearby locker, nearly smashing some children in the process. It'd be very hard to understand why he's still employed at this school, however his superiors are very afraid of him and reject the notion that anything is abnormal. Moth makes his leave from the school, eyes watching him everywhere out of fear and pure curiosity to as what he really is. He makes way to the next chapter in his day: school. ~Sleeps
I felt like the blog was a bit lonely and it was begging for new content, however I want to refrain from giving any details away to our new piece that you'll see in a few days. So, in the heat of some anger I needed to pass through my system I wrote something a bit darker. My apologies for the pessimism behind this post, that's long gone now, but I sort of like the way it came out; it's just awfully sad. Hopefully I can write a piece more uplifting in a few days!
Sorrow, I Left it Behind
Be that the smell of death lingers everywhere, there's nothing in this vacant room. Why should there be a smell of such disgust in a place so empty? You can wait here forever but the utter repugnance will never fade. The smell will bite your senses and leave the most bitter of taste in your mouth. You'll want to leave, but in a room where nothing exist but the four walls that bind you there's an absolute of eternal stagnancy. Time will pass & you'll remain. The lingering taste of home will follow you around, taunting you in memories of people from your past; people that you cared for. You'll never see them again. The only thing you know is that smell of festering, putrid, cold flesh that is void of life. Everyone exist outside, maybe just outside of this room but you'll never be humbled with even the sight of another. You'll want death, maybe even yearn and beg for it, but it won't arrive. You'll know every corner of this room better than the entirety of your own mind, the lines that meet and follow every wall in this room, outlining the only object your eyes will grasp again. The walls are practically invisible and void of anything, no chips, no cracks, no specs, nothing but a pale white, and fade into the nothingness of what this room entails. It’s empty of anything and everything all at once, the only things that will ever exist is you and the smell that overwhelms any silver lining of hope you may hold. Time will persist and you'll remain. The smell will remain. The four walls will haunt you until time cease.
I've begun the writing process for Pt. 1 of Empty Light, it's going well but I can tell there's a lot of things I'm not entirely happy with that I need to think over. The story will probably be written and finished sometime midweek, after that you can expect a few more details about what it entails and maybe even a few rough sketches of new character, I don't know entirely yet though. ZVG is off in his own world tinkering with the direction we decided to take this. In a few days time I'll meet with him and possibly update you guys again, hopefully with a bit of new content. ~Sleeps
This is the first entry into our new series, sort of an introduction to lead character ; who he is and isn't. Moth is mysterious for a reason though, so try not to predict what's to come because it's pretty outlandish. Without further ado.
Moth awakes as if he would on any other chilly day. He knows not who he is or where he came from, he simply exists for the sake of existing and that's good enough for him. He stands and approaches the window appropriately placed near the raggedy sofa he sleeps on/under. The window has shades that are frayed and colorless. As he peers outside onto a view most would find at least pleasant; he doesn't feel at all. Through the window one can see the local park, which is shrouded by trees, and just coming over the trees is the sun rising to greet him. However, this fills him up with nothing but the warmth of the sun passing through him. He casually dismisses the sight and goes about the morning as he typically would. He isn't needed at work for another hour or so, and what he does to pass the time is to pace round and round the only room in the house, aside from the bathroom which has been untouched literally since the day he moved in. He walks back and fourth, up and down the room with no need for anything else. He periodically stops to gaze off at whatever stands before him, then he returns to walking. Once the end of the hour approaches he stops and reaches for his shirt, tosses it on then departs. His "home" is more correctly referred to as a shack with a toilet. the foundation and all the walls in the house are rotting and progressively become more like a collection of rodents and scrap wood, and the only commodity that Moth has in his entire house is the mini fridge he purchased because he noticed that's what other typical humans would do. They would have a fridge and in that fridge would sit water. So he had a fridge full of water, that was almost untouched. He'd drink some, but it was so infrequent it's not worth mentioning, because he doesn't have a solid grasp of how often a regular person would drink. The same goes for what he does. Moth works because he sees others and he figures with his physical traits he must be around the age of 20 to 22, and people at that age are either working or going to school. So he does both, but does it because that's what others do and no other reason. He'll now attend work, followed by school without any interactions aside from when he's addressed. Once his day is finished he'll walk home and repeat the cycle all over again.
Our primary sketch for Moth and one of the lead supporting characters, Fillebee, has been finished. The name is Fillebee was created to fit the fact that she's a queen bee. The word "fille" is French for girl. Any feedback? ~Sleeps >ZigVanGoose
I'm currently working on constructing supporting characters for our new series. So far I like what we've gathered, but there's still quite a bit of details to flesh out. Look for introductions to the story and characters before the end of today. All I can say about it now is the protagonist of our new series goes by the name of Moth. ~Sleeps
Sleepshere, I'm currently trying to push out the rest of the blog before the night's end. It appears to be a bit too late for that, we started roughly around 8pm, and looking at the time it's after 2am. So, I worked on quite a bit of the blog, whilst ZVG (ZigVanGoose) did an semi-abstract depiction of us two. It's really far too late to try and do anything else coherently so we're going to call it a night to avoid the possible destruction of our new blog. Expect more of us, and possible intros to our stories sometime tomorrow.