FLEDGLINGS - Abandoned Inktober Ideas 10.19.20

I had intended on doing Inktober this year, buuuuut again, projects got in the way. See a common theme here? 

So here we have not drawings, but small 100-word stories. I figured my drawings skills weren't up to snuff so I just wrote goofy stories with Inktober 2020's prompts. Some are totally finished. Some are just ideas. Some came to me quicker than others. Some didn't come to me at all. But hey, content is content. So here you go. Enjoy. 

 #1 FISH - “Bait” 

They met out in a secure spot that was agreed upon for a first date. Somewhere quiet, somewhere that would keep a secret if things should go wrong. With a lure, the target was hooked and reeled in. He had pulled up and approached the door only to find a note. “Come meet me up stairs ;)” So he did. The only room with a light on had steam steeping out from the crack of the door. He opened it to find a true horror swimming in the bathtub; someone who wasn’t who they said we were. The lie laying the tub cried as its new catch was off the hook once again. 

DRAWING: Catfish in tub crying, “bby pls! Its an old photo!” Man running out the room, photo of a pretty woman on the floor. 

#2 WISP - “True Light of the Bog” 

A young man was out when a light stook out in the dark, dark bogs. He turned around and ran back out for it was the Will-O’-the-Wisp. Legends depicted this strange light as ghosts carrying lanterns, embers of hell carried by lost souls, or by Stingy Jack and his quest to escape the Devil’s goal of obtaining his soul. The truth is always much more terrifying.. In the distance, two spirits float along the path. One, somehow, carries a ghostly flashlight. 

“I don’t think you’ve got it,” the one ghost nudged towards the other. 

“Jesus CHRIST, I know where I’m going!” 

The other sighed as it pulled out its spooky ghost phone. “If you’re not going to then I’M calling someone who can help us.” They drifted along until the lights were out of sight, out of the focus of the bog. 

DRAWING: One ghost in a bog with a flashlight, angry. The other has a smartphone, lighting up more of the bog. 

#3 BULKY - “Call to ABventure” 

A young farm boy watched a party of warriors of all colors, species, and creed take down one common enemy down near his father’s farm. The young boy saw unity and heroism all in one go. That’s when he decided to dedicate his life to the life of a warrior. Through his teens, he worked on his strength, on his problem solving abilities to escape any trap set, and on the many ways of survival outside of his farm. He was a young man when he decided he was ready to leave his nest. Now was the time to join a party of his own! He gathered a backpack of various survival items, rations, his trusty axe-sword by his side. Now he… wait a sec… 

The new D&D player threw his first roll of the dice to this campaign… Nat. 1…

The warrior, as it turns out, was just too dummy thicc to actually get out of the door. He gets stuck in the doorway. Thus beginning the start to a beautiful campaign! 

DRAWING: dummy thicc boi stuck in doorway. 

#4 RADIO - “Ghost in Transmission” 

Through the halls of an abandoned radio station, there still emits the whispers and crackles of voices of personalities far long gone. 

a strange transmission, a radio ghost of itself.

#22 CHEF - “Yes, Chef” 

Swedish Chef as Gordo “YER FERKEN DERNKER” terrorizing apprentices (other Muppets) 

DRAWING:

#23 RIP - “Hate in Small Doses” 

Hate seems to dwell in things in larger quantities when the subject in smaller in stature. Pocket-sized dogs snarl behind rows of sharp presented teeth. The Napoleon Complex takes over those in smaller stature as to compensate for their shortcomings and to establish another means of domineering behavior. Taking that idea further, there lies somewhere in this universe a single atom that would love to rip this universe into pieces smaller than itself. Something so small that its target is the entirety of all that surrounds it; its inhabitants, superiors, equals, and subordinates. Everything must go to appease this one tiny molecule. God help us all, lest we feel the wrath of the dust speck destroyer of the universe!  

DRAWING: One angi boi molecule 

#24 DIG - GRAVE ROBBER DIGGING WHILE MISTAKEN DEAD PERSON DIGS HIMSELF OUT

DRAWING:

#26 HIDE - Officers raid the scene of an ongoing crime; a breaking and entering along with attempted murder before the victim escaped and called 911. Neighbors said that they saw a figure walking around the house far after the owner had ran out. The intruder never followed suite. “He’s still here, find him! That son of a bitch has to be here somewhere!” 

“Ma’am, can you give a description?” Questioned a comforting officer. 

She sweats with nervousness. “Y-yes… he was lanky looking. On the tall side. Glasses. Hat. And.. and… a red and white striped sweater…” 

They said they would find him, but he was never found in the house. He’s out there…  Hiding… 

DRAWING: WALDO WITH A KNIFE

#30 OMINOUS - Positive paranoia cult, getting chased, supportive friends

DRAWING: Me getting support from my friends in a cult 

#31 CRAWL - “The Last One” 

Legs ached as it inched its way forward towards a haunted house on top of a dense hill. Burning muscle toiled over scraping concrete. “One last one..” The night had brought on many trials and turmoil, but the reward was seen wroth than the cost of suffering the young trooper had inflicted onto them.  More than the mask covering their face, more than braving the brutal elements of the harsh outside, more than the horrors encounters around every corner. Today was the opportunity that doesn’t show itself more than once a year. A day where the barrier towards the spirit world and the living and the dead congregate for one task: Making it to the last door. “One… last one… and… I-I’m free.” Pulling themselves with all the strength left in its tiny hands and feet, the poor soul knocked one last time. The door opened. “Trick or treat…,” said the masked child. One last piece of candy was tossed in the youngster’s bag. Oh, how it was worth it. With Halloween now winding down, it was time to tally up the winnings of one truly terrifying night. 

DRAWING: A child crawling to a door. Daunting silhouette shadow with a bowl of candy.