make my own comic book

i try so hard

I LOVE MOVIES, SOMETIMES I EVEN TRY TO ACT OU SOME THINGS IVE SEEN

Once apon a time there was an old man in a old creepy house which many people believed was haunted. I myself thought that it was a beautiful scene. Of course everyone else thought I was crazy. But all my thoughts are about to change when I find out who the old man in the old creepy house really is.
On November 29, I was on my way to the Old Willis Place when I heard a squeal from the Southeast corner of my head. It was the old man. I started to run, I had to find grandma to see what was happening. Was something attacking him? My heart was beating like a cricket hopping down the creepy old road, hopping from death for its life. I finally reached the Old Willis Place, I asked grandma what had happened but she said nothing happened, it was all in my imagination. What was going on? I knew it was not all in my imagination.
The next day I started walking towards the old beautiful house that everyone thought was ugly and haunted. The old man was not watering his plants like normal. I started to canter, was the old man really hurt? I stopped in front of the porch. My fears finally hit me, I was always scared of this place because I was told never to come here. But that was not going to stop me. I started up the steps and smelled a very nasty smell. When I reached the top of the stairs I saw it, a dead dog just laying there. I walked around the dog to the door and rang the doorbell. “F’TAANG” know one answered. A few seconds later I heard a slight cry , was it the shrewed old man everyone is talking about. The cry came from out back. I jumped off the porch and ran, I was at the side of the house when I came to a dead stop. What would he do to me if he caught me on his lawn? I was alway scared of this place because I was taught to be but now that I’m here I am not scared, it is actually kind of peaceful. If the old man is hurt like his dog know one will help him because they are to scared. I’m his only hope! I started to canter again. Grandma would of said to leave him but I’m not giving up yet. When I turned the corner into the back yard I saw blood every were, it started at the porch and circled around till it reached the woods. I fainted.
The next thing I know is I am at home in my bed. I got up and asked Grandma what had happened. Then she asked what I was doing behind the old house. She scolded me for intruding on someone else’s property. “Did you not see all the blood? Something is wrong with the old man!”
“An impostor is invading the town and I fear he has killed the old man and his dog.” replied Grandma.
“W-what? Wy didn’t you tell me?”

well, I saw this really cool site and I created my own account.
I mean it wasen’t that hard was it? I thought so.

I did four diary-type pages when I was in England. It was a lot of fun, I definitely need to do this more often.

I have a premise. This is a start.

I’ve always loved doing scripts and my mate Steven is a brilliant artist. We decided to start a comic book with the goal of having our stuff published.

We’ve already got a good load of stuff going…

Please visit www.unicocomics.webeden.co.uk

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it was fun im rubbish at drawing though :D

Yo, I have the same goal as you. Well not completely the same but you know. I like to draw fantasy, and horrific creatures that make people ask me,”DID YOUR PARENTS BEAT YOU WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?” So you can guess what Im like!