I welcome you to Graphic Novelty. Now, the more visually discerning reader may note a distinct lack of well....graphics. There is a perfectly logical and reasonable explanation for this....there aren't any....mainly because I am an absolutely horrible artist.
So, rather than subject you to page after page of the same crudely drawn, overly muscled, spandex bedecked "artwork," (all of which would be forever locked in the one pose I've managed to master) I've decided to simply tell my story here...I'm hoping this will catch on...maybe someone will open a shop for stuff like this one day. It's a comic book, without the comic....so, a book.
Nah, that'll never catch on.
Anyway, the title is intended to be an homage to my childhood love of comic books. Growing up, my parents would always buy me a few whenever we took one of our frequent road trips. We would stop in a Stuckey's, and I would race for the rear corner of the store to see what books were available. My heart would pound with excitement as I picked up grab bag after grab bag of random books. Back on the road, I would read and re-read them until the inevitable bout of motion sickness induced nausea swept in and put a stop to it. My domain in the backseat of my parents car vanished, and the four color world I found myself in was filled with unique and amazing places like the crime-filled streets of Madripoor, the halls of Ancient Asgard, and a House of more than just a little Mystery. Though I may not remember the exact issue numbers, I still remember the stories, as well as the feeling they evoked in my tiny adolescent soul.
The love I feel for the medium has never really waned, so when a friend suggested that I try to actually create something...I did. Stories will post every Saturday, so you have plenty of time to finish your Wednesday comic pile.
I hope you enjoy it.
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