Heat Rise by Carl Mills
The heat rose through the floorboards and stained the walls with humidity.
Her eyes were like the bluest sky, clear and cool. Then that smile spread across her pure pale skin like a feverish flood and I was under her spell.
All my good intentions slid silently from my mind and all I could do was stare. Like a rabbit in a headlight.
The sun shone through the dirty window, lighting up her mass of crimson curls like a forest fire. I wanted to run deep into the night. Far from her poisoned magic. But I was frozen with desire. She reached out, took my trembling hand and whispered softly in my ear as her madness drowned my memory.
Senza titolo by Lapin
Sono marionette particolari: i fili vanno legati sia alle mani che ai piedi del marionettista.
Quando balla, le marionette si divincolano come inquisiti sotto tortura.
Ad ogni capriola, aggiunge un’altra marionetta. Manovrandole con maestria inaudita, riesce a fare in modo che siano le marionette stesse ad attaccargli addosso nuove marionette. Il movimento con cui una marionetta cattura un’altra marionetta ricorda quello di una catapulta.
Alla fine, è talmente ricoperto da marionette che non lo si vede più. Rimane solo un groviglio di pupazzi che torcono le braccia di legno in direzione degli spettatori, ammiccando con cento feroci occhi di vetro.
Notes
The illustration for Heat Rise is certainly a bit strange when compared to my usual way of doing illustration. It’s something that might not even look like I’ve made it. But somehow that’s what projects like A Hundred Word Stories are there for. While I try to focus as much as possible on one consistent style in my commissioned work, I still need to experiment and try different approaches.
The puppets of the second story on the other hand resemble more some older works of mine. Here I had some great fun, my mind visually expanding the complex and vivid imagery of the story.
