This is my entry for the MIT round four it's me against Bourbonbrick in the category bourbonbrick vs Popcorn in:The last word: Build us a story, any story you wish but here’s the catch...
The first line of your story MUST read:
"After the canary died the mine was shut down, but that wasn't the end, only the begining."
And the last line of your story MUST read:
"And to this day, I still cry whenever I see a mocha frappuccino."
We don't care how you get from point A to point B. We don't care if it's two panels or 40, just that you have the lines make sense within the story. This category will be judged on both building AND story telling. Yeah, this was a hard category. I wouldn't be surprised if I lose this category up against a great builder such as Bourbonbrick. Even if it was a hard category it was still fun. A lot of my inspiration came from the almighty Leda Kat with her FANTASTIC entry. I was trying a bunch of cool lighting and what not. Well, enough jibber jabber I know you came for the story. Enjoy!
After the canary died the mine was shut down, but that wasn't the end, only the beginning. The "canary" was our term for the great
machine that held up the entrance to the mine because it sounded like a big canary when it was creaking. We had never thought that it would fail, but one day, it did. In doing so it brought down the entrance shutting me and my good friend Frank inside, and killing the rest of the miners.
We didn't know what to do or where to go, but we knew panicking would only make it all the worse. It was already bad enough in the dark world of the mine, but now we had been cut off from the true sunlight, only cracks would let us see now. So now we decided to make our way down the dark cave of which we knew not much about, and gather supplies as we went.
We grabbed some old, dusty packs as we began, but making sure that we could still carry our morning frappuccinos. The cold soothing mocha taste made us more hopeful of making it to the surface alive.
We had been marching down the long tunnel for hours without rest. We were tired, but we kept pushing on. We were thinking of our families, and about what would happen to them if we didn't make it. Would they have enough money to live? Would they be able afford college? We didn't know, but we didn't stop to think about us not making it out. We had a good mocha tasting feeling that we would be fine.
Now we had just entered a large cavern that was illuminated by large blue crystal jewels. We knew that they were some of the most precious materials known to man. That's what we had been mining for. Though we couldn't stop we took a good long glance.
There were lots of signs of death here. We began worrying. This could mean that there are toxins here that are deadly; or worse. We quickened our pace down another long dark corridor.
This corridor seemed lighter and a bit less gloomy. We figured that it would lead out to the open air. We were filled with excitement as we ran down the corridor.
But what we had feared most was just beginning....an earthquake. The ground began to rumble and crack, but we couldn't give up now. Frank did the unthinkable. He tried jumping the chasm.
But he missed terribly. He was always known for his horrible jumping "talent". I managed to grab his hand just in time, but his hands were sweaty and I couldn't hold it for long.
"I....must....get.....my.....frappuccino."He said devilishly.
"You must keep hold of my hand Frank or you will fall," I replied.
"No you can't, Frank! Now just common!" I said worriedly.
"I can too......AAAAHHHH!"He said breathlessly as he fell from my hand.
I knew I could do nothing so I left to find another way out.
After an hour I found a crack filled with sunshine.
I imediantly started hacking away at it.
I made it through to the other side. Filled with relief I took the last sip of my frappuccino.
After a week of recuperating I decided to go to Frank's and my favorite little cafe. We would always go there together, and spend a lot of time hanging out. When I saw the building right away I thought of my dear friend. His burial was just today and I felt full of emotions. I didn't know what to think.
The second I saw the bartender handing me the frappuccino I began to think of Frank. And to this day, I still cry whenever I see a mocha frappuccino.
This is excellent Popcorn! You obviously have a love of movies too, do I see some Indy Last Crusade in there? I am honoured to have given you some inspiration on this one :) Though some of your images are a little dark (it is really hard to take clear low light photos) I really must say the lighting and camera angles you have used are well on the way to making you a great photographer. With more practice and lots more experimentation you are going to go far. One image in particular stood out for me, the photo that has the fig in the lower right hand corner where his coffee mug is in focus and there is a skeleton in the background. Beautiful.
Nice story and supporting pics, you captured the grainy, terrifying feel of the mine quite well through your pictures. The figs were perfect for the story as well. Seeing as the category is judged based on story and build, you get my vote!
Great job! I know I could never do this because I can't make a story at all! By the way your story was just fantastic! You did a great job tying ends! There were a few misspellings throughout the story (my pet peeve) but other than that it was great! Good luck with your judges ;)