Welcome to a mind of two people. A world of warm night. An oasis of safety and security. This land exists between the remotest forests and the busiest cities. Between the loudest concerts and the quiestest libraries. Between the happiest celebrations and the most melancholy gravesites. Welcome to a bar. Won't you take a seat?
Dirge by Dark-Krystal
Anime: Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Song: God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash
In a world of classes and a man made sun, the country's citizens find themselves isolated by moats and terrible insect monsters known as the Gaichuu. Their connections with one another? Letters, written from their Heart, delivered by the brave ones known as the Letter Bees, who are responsible for delivering people's hearts. We start with one such Bee aiming for the top who finds himself standing before his latest letter...which happens to be in the shape of a boy. On their journey together to a town on the edge of their world, they get to learn more about the hearts inside one another, and the young boy learns of the power of the Spirit Amber and the terror of the heart-stealing Gaichuu.
It is following this journey that the young boy decides his future destiny, to be a Letter Bee.
It's a story of people's Hearts, a story of a man-made sun, a story of the strength of a bond, a story of a corrupt government.
This is the story of the Letter Bees.
The Tegami Bachi.
Made this for a challenge. This is an excerpt from a series I have yet to write but will someday.
The filament gleaned light, ever so slightly. The lizards that called the bunker home scurried off, leaving me and prairie dust. I stood in a soundless room, amidst the posters and propaganda. “Save the Angel” “Down with the Pierce Commission” chanted the flyers we created.
I shifted my eyes to the right and saw the images of the fallen comrades. Deran the Traitorous. Forced out of Britain because of his innocence. Pavel Kuzmin. Tried to warn the workers of the First Meltdown. Stephanie Waynesford. Forced President Pierce’s hand leading to The Great Decline. Andrew Coleman. Saved my life almost twelve years ago. And I who ended it all. A fight greater than all of us and we won.
And the wings. The wings, made of forged iron and seamlessly crafted. It granted all its wishes. Now broken and cracked after 850 years. Seems unlikely they caused the fall of civilization. And yet…
The caravan was outside, waiting for me alone. I opened the door, wings now in tow. I glanced once more into the darkness that was our home and stepped out into the desert.
In the distance, I could hear that beautiful melody she would play on the piano.
Don't know if the creator of this comic actually saw FLCL but still this is crazy awesome.
