Exercise 2: post your story here

[Incognita Nom de Plume]

Choose OR write a short story to adapt into a comic. This will be used in various exercises in the coming weeks but does NOT have to be used in your final project. However, the story may be original and CAN provide the basis of your major project.
*Hint* Look for strong plot, clear dialogue and brevity.

[Michelle Nicholson]

exercise 2

[JoshuaHook]

Short story, read if you want or don't.

[Kymberley "Redlock"]

I'm not sure what I'll do for my final piece, but I intend for now at least to retell a short story by my favourite author, Edgar Allan Poe. "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar."

MY ATTACHMENTS WEREN'T WORKING ON THE COMPUTER, SO I'VE TYPED OUT A VERY BRIEF SUMMARY OF THE STORY I INTEND TO RECREATE.

There is a lot of complicated dialogue detailing the professions of the characters and the pseudoscience of mesmerism, but a large portion of that can be skipped.
In very short terms; M. Valdemar is dying of Tuberculosis, and a "Doctor" wishes to experiment on him, it is not clear at first HOW or WHAT he intends to do. Valdemar agrees. 2 other physicians, a group of nurses and an apprentice watch on as the doctor attempts to hypnotise M. Valdemar as he has done so many times before... but on this occasion he intends to do so JUST before his death. They are successful.
After a brief period of time, a shrinking back of the gums and change of pallor and responsiveness occur.
When asked now, "M. Valdemar, do you still sleep?" After many minutes is replied in a horrid evil voice... "Yes;- no;-I have been sleeping-and now- now-I am dead.".
Valdemar has been completely overcome by rigour mortis, and it is from within his gaping mouth the 'voice' comes, emanating from a swollen blackened tongue, and his tongue vibrates slightly as he 'speaks'.
And they now believe that "Death has been arrested by the mesmeric process."

They continue to keep Valdemar in this hypnotised state of 'death' for SEVEN MONTHS... and now their thoughts turn to the attempt of waking him.
They are however, unsure of how to proceed, so what else do they do but ask him.
"M. Valdemar, can you explain to us what are your feelings or wishes now?"
Almost at once, colour rushes a little, back into the cheeks and he replies "For God's sake!- quick!- quick!- put me to sleep-or, quick- waken me!-quick!-I say to you that I am dead!"

Amid shrieks of "Dead!" "Dead!" "absolutely bursting from the tongue and not the lips of the sufferer" the alarmed watchers-on and the Doctor swiftly attempt to waken the Doctor.

His body, within the space of a minute, shrunk, crumbled, absolutely rots away beneath the Hypnotists hands, leaving "a nearly liquid mass of loathsome- of detestable putridity."

[Shelley F.]

my base story.

[Telia Nevile]

Hi, here's exercise 3, hopefully this is closer to a treatment. I'm definately getting some pictures in my head for how i want it to be.
Cheers,
Telia

[Junichiro Kuroiwa]

story board : exercise 2

[Daniel Cumbo]

comic/ script proposal

[Stephanie Peters]

Here is my exercise 2

[Camilo Ernesto]

here is my short story.