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[margueritesauvage]

Some more #HarleyQuinn from the story I wrote + draw for #Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 - out Oct 23rd - I'm very grateful #DCComics let me tackle this and hope you'll enjoy it! #Batmanthebraveandthebold #writecomics #drawingcomics #fun #MargueriteSauvage

[cameronsbabydoll]

BEFORE YOU NOTICED — CHAPTER FOUR

WARNINGS — terminal illness, emotional neglect, marital problems, miscarriage, themes of death and grief, discussions of emotional abandonment, implied emotional abuse, suicidal ideation, anticipatory death, memory loss

you sit at the desk in the guest room, the one with the creaking chair and the window that never opens. the air is stale, heavy with dust and the faint scent of lavender from a candle you burned once, months ago, hoping rafe would notice. he didn’t. the safe is in the closet, small, black, its combination your birthday because it’s the only number he wouldn’t forget. you bought it after the doctor’s call, after the blood in your cough turned from specks to streaks, after you realized you’re running out of time. you don’t tell him. you don’t tell anyone. you write instead, your pen scratching paper like a heartbeat, each letter a piece of you he’ll find when you’re gone.

your hands shake, the ink smudging where your fingers falter. you forget words now—simple ones like promise or yesterday—and have to stop, your head foggy, your breath catching like it’s snagged on something sharp. you smile through it, the way you smile when rafe comes home at midnight, his eyes skimming past you like you’re part of the furniture. he doesn’t ask why you’re tired, why your hands tremble when you pour his coffee. he doesn’t see you fading. you don’t expect him to. you’ve been invisible too long.

you start with a letter for your sixth anniversary, the one you won’t live to see, the one you imagine him opening alone in this too-big house.

rafe,

it’s our sixth anniversary, or it would’ve been. i’m writing this in the guest room, where the light’s too dim and my hands won’t stop shaking. you’re probably in a meeting, or on a plane to somewhere i can’t pronounce, chasing deals that never make you happy. i used to think i could change that. i thought if i wore the silk robe, or cooked your favorite meal, or smiled just right, you’d look at me like you did in that tiny apartment, when we danced to a song i can’t remember now. i was wrong. i love you anyway, rafe, even when you kiss my hair instead of my mouth, even when you walk past me like i’m a ghost. i’m sorry i couldn’t be enough to keep you here. i’m sorry i’m leaving you like this. there’s a pressed forget-me-not in the envelope, from the garden i loved. plant it somewhere, please. let it grow where i couldn’t. let it remind you i tried, even when you didn’t see. i love you. i think i always will, even if i forget how to writecomments, like you’re part of the furniture. he doesn’t ask why you’re tired, why your eyes are heavy. he doesn’t notice. you don’t expect him to.

— your wife

you fold it carefully, your fingers clumsy, and slip the brittle flower inside, its blue petals crumbling at the edges. you write sixth on the envelope, your handwriting wobbly, and set it aside, your chest aching like it’s caving in.

the next letter is for his birthday, eight months from now, when you’ll be gone, and he’ll be thirty-four, alone with a gift you chose to remind him you were real.

rafe,

happy birthday. you’re thirty-four, and i hope you’re laughing somewhere, even if it’s not with me. i used to dream of this day—us together, me baking that lemon tart you loved when we were young, you getting wax on your tie and cursing while i laughed. i wanted it to be like that again, but i’m running out of time. i left a gift in the safe—a watch, the one you stared at in that store window last year. you said it was too expensive, but i saved for it, because i wanted you to have something that ticks, something that says time matters, even when you’re chasing things that don’t. i’m sorry i won’t be there to wind it for you. i’m sorry i couldn’t hold on long enough to see you wear it. i’m sorry i loved you so much it hurt, and you never saw. if you think of me, go to the garden. the lilies might still be there, waiting. i love you, rafe, even now, even when it’s too late.

yours,

— me (i forgot the word for a second, but it’s me)

you pause, your pen trembling, the ink blotching where a tear falls. you wipe it away, your sleeve catching the dampness, and cough, the sound wet and ragged. you press a cloth to your mouth, the blood thick, a clot that stains red. you fold the cloth, hide it in the desk drawer, and rinse your hands in the guest bathroom, the water cold, the sink gleaming. you don’t look at your reflection. you can’t bear the hollows in your eyes.

you write the hardest letter next, for the miscarriage you never told him about, the loss you carried alone because he was in chicago, signing papers for a deal that mattered more than you.

rafe,

last spring, when you were gone, i lost something that was ours. i didn’t tell you because you were busy, because i was afraid you’d look through me, because i couldn’t bear to hear you say it was fine. it was a baby, rafe, barely there, just a flutter i felt for a week before it was gone. i bled on the bathroom floor, alone, the pain sharp and final, and i cleaned it up before you came home. i didn’t want to burden you. i didn’t want you to see me break. there’s a box in the closet, labeled winter coats. inside are shoes, tiny, blue, like the forget-me-nots i planted. i bought them when i thought we’d be a family. i named her lily in my head, because i wanted her to be soft, like the flowers, like the love i tried to give you. i’m sorry i kept it from you. i’m sorry i wasn’t strong enough to hold her. i’m sorry i loved you through the silence, through the blood, through the emptiness you never saw. don’t hate yourself forever, rafe. i didn’t. i loved you, even when it broke me.

— me

your hand shakes so badly the pen slips, skittering across the page. you try to pick it up, but your fingers won’t listen, and you have to rest, your head on the desk, your breath shallow. you cough again, harder, the blood warm and wet in your palm. you wipe it on the cloth, hide it away, and force yourself to keep writing, because if you stop, you might never start again.

the final letter is for her, the woman you’ll never meet, the one who might wear the silk robe and make him see.

to her,

i was his first, but you’re here now, and i hope you’re the one he sees. he’s not cruel, just lost, running after deals and dreams that leave him empty. i tried to fill that emptiness, but i wasn’t enough. the silk robe in the closet, the one with the tag—wear it. he bought it for me, but it’s yours now, soft and waiting. the perfume, the swan bottles, spray them until he smells you, until he stops and looks. the bracelet, the diamonds he thought would make me shine—wear it, let it catch his eye. there’s a garden outside, forget-me-nots and lilies i planted when i still believed in us. tend them, please. they’re all i have left. don’t let him forget you. don’t let him look through you like he did me. if he reads this, i’m gone, and he’s broken. tell him i loved him, even when he didn’t see me, even when i was fading. tell him i forgave him, even if i shouldn’t have. be louder than i was. be brighter. make him stay.

— from the one who loved him first

you seal the envelopes, your hands trembling, the ink smudged with tears and blood. each one has a gift: the forget-me-not for the anniversary, the watch for his birthday, the tiny shoes for the miscarriage, a ribbon from your wedding dress for her. you lock them in the safe, the click final, like a door closing. you sit back, your chest heavy, your mind slipping, words like love and sorry tangling in your head.

you stand, unsteady, and walk to the living room, where a photo from your first date sits on a shelf, forgotten under dust. you’re laughing in it, rafe’s arm around you, his smile real, not the distracted nod he gives now. you touch the frame, your fingers leaving a smudge, and remember that night—cheap wine, a jukebox, his hand warm in yours. you cough, the sound tearing through you, and catch the blood in your sleeve. you don’t fold it this time. you let it stain, a mark you can’t hide forever.

rafe comes home at 12:17 am. you’re on the couch, the photo in your lap, the silk robe draped over your shoulders, its tag brushing your neck. he’s in the doorway, his coat rumpled, his eyes shadowed. “you’re up,” he says, his voice flat, like he’s reading a script. “what’s with the picture?”

“just remembering,” you say, your voice thin, cracking.

he frowns, steps closer, and you think he might ask, might see the smudges on your fingers, the blood on your sleeve. “you look exhausted,” he says instead, and kisses your hair, quick, like he’s signing a check. “go to bed, okay?” he’s gone before you answer, his footsteps fading, his phone glowing in his hand.

you don’t move. you sit, the photo heavy, the robe slipping. you think of the letters, locked away, the words you bled onto paper. you think of the garden, the lilies dying, the forget-me-nots you couldn’t save. you think of the baby shoes, the love you gave that he never took. you cough, softer now, and let the blood dry on your sleeve. you lean back, the couch swallowing you, and stare at the ceiling, its patterns blurring like your words. you dream of letters burning, their ashes falling like petals, and a hand you’ll never hold again.

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[identity-stunt]

"Creator Joe R. Khachadourian gives us characters you can relate to despite the fantastical circumstances of the story."   “Everything has the same rich tone and attention to detail you would expect with a good story”

Identity Stunt #1-3 get a stunning 5-STAR REVIEW from Jenn Marshall and the kick-ass reviewers at Sirens of Sequentials.  Excellent analysis of Sami, too! ;)

THANK YOU!

#ABeatdownIsComing2019

[iamghostwriter]

‘...my plans are based on my infallible aim--and my unique ability to turn anything into a most potent weapon...And for my next trick.. Observe this fountain pen. In my hands it becomes a deadly...’ #bullseye #writecomics https://www.instagram.com/p/BnrxJovnRt9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10x0rat6ivmlc

[matadorstudio]

I ran into this Scrivener Comic script template while searching for more information on “Placeholders” in Scrivener for iOS and not only did I find the information I was looking for, but I also ran into this nifty little comic template in the www.literatureandlatte.com forums. 

According to Matthew Ocasio the user who created the template, who not only writes scripts but also teaches comics and storytelling, the comic template is a modification of Antony Johnston’s original comic template for macOS, which is included as the default built-in comic scripting template in both the MAC and PC versions of Scrivener by the way. 

In Matthew’s own words:

While it was a useful template for desktop, that template didn't translate into the iOS version of Scrivener. The ocasiOS Comics Template was made to ensure that one can write and export comic scripts entirely within iOS, and includes two new styles—Page Description and Character Parenthetical—for greater clarity and flexibility.

That sounded great to me so of course I downloaded it and tried it out and I was dumbfounded at how easy it was to work with it. What makes it even better is that there is no need to switch between the PC version and the iOS version because I can do it all on my Ipad.

The template is well organized and super easy to work with especially if you are familiar with Scrivener. So a big thank you to Matthew Ocasio for this awesome comic template script for Scrivener on Ios!

Oh, and before I forget and as I mentioned before, what led me to find this comic script template was my search for knowledge on “Place Holders” in Scrivener. If you are not familiar with Place Holders then you’ve probably never used Scrivener but they are like codes that perform different functions inside of Scrivener. They may look something like this <$N>. 

Well, I found this post also on the literatureandlatte forums that give us a list of a plethora of placeholders and along with a description of what they do. 

Thanks to literatureandlatte user  Cosmicjive or Jeff. 

These are known as "placeholder tags." These are the tags that work in the Windows version of the application:

Statistics

<$wc>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total word count of the text currently being compiled.

<$wc50>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total word count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 50 words.

<$wc100>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total word count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 100 words.

<$wc500>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total word count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 500 words.

<$wc1000>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total word count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 1000 words.

<$cc>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total character count of the text currently being compiled.

<$cc50>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total character count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 50 characters.

<$cc100>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total character count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 100 characters.

<$cc500>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total character count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 500 characters.

<$cc1000>Gets replaced during the Compile process with the total character count of the text currently being compiled, rounded to the nearest 1000 characters.

Auto-Numbering

<$n>Gets replaced with Arabic numerals during the Compile process. The number is incremented each time a <$n> tag is encountered in the text, so “<$n>, <$n>, <$n>” would become “1, 2, 3” in the compiled text.

<$sn>The same as <$n> but intended to be used for sub-numbering. The count restarts each time an <$n> tag is encountered. Thus, “<$n> (<$sn>, <$sn>), <$n> (<$sn>, <$sn>)” would become “1 (1, 2), 2 (1, 2)” in the compiled text.

<$r>Gets replaced with lowercase Roman numerals during the Compile process. The number is incremented each time a <$r> tag is encountered in the text, so “<$r>, <$r>, <$r>” would become “i, ii, iii” in the compiled text.

<$R>Gets replaced with uppercase Roman numerals during the Compile process. The number is incremented each time a <$R> tag is encountered in the text, so “<$R>, <$R>, <$R>” would become “I, II, III” in the compiled text.

<$w>Gets replaced with numbers as lowercase words (using the current language settings) during the Compile process. The number is incremented each time a <$w> tag is encountered in the text, so “<$w>, <$w>, <$w>” would become “one, two, three” in the compiled text.

<$t>Gets replaced with numbers as title-case words (using the current language settings) during the Compile process. The number is incremented each time a <$t> tag is encountered in the text, so “<$t>, <$t>, <$t>” would become “One, Two, Three” in the compiled text.

<$W> Gets replaced with numbers as uppercase words (using the current language settings) during the Compile process. The number is incremented each time a <$W> tag is encountered in the text, so “<$W>, <$W>, <$W>” would become “ONE, TWO, THREE” in the compiled text.

<$hn> Gets replaced during the Compile process with hierarchical numbering based on the level of the document in which the tag occurs relative to the Draft folder or compile group (depending on the current compile settings). So occurrences of the <$hn> tag in the second document in the Draft folder may get replaced with the number “2”; occurrences of the tag in the third subdocument of the eight document in the Draft folder may be replaced with “8.3”.

Restarting auto-numbering streams:

<$rst> Place <$rst> immediately before any of the auto-numbering tags to restart the numbering. So, for instance, “<$w>, <$w>, <$w>, <$rst><$w>, <$w>” would become “one, two, three, one, two” in the compiled text.

Page Numbers

<$p>When used in the header or footer, gets replaced with the current page number. 

[volkankaz]

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[margueritesauvage]

I wrote and draw a short light "Harley Quinn wrecks dating apps" story for Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 - out this Wednesday, October 23rd - I'm very grateful DC let me tackle this and hope you'll enjoy it, it was very fun to do!

[dropthedrawings]

Oddly enough, through my adventure fantasy comic Real Dreams I am trying to speak about the reality of the world.

Thank you Ben Schneider for explaining one of the most important reasons for fiction, so clearly.

[writecome-blog1]

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[nigelwrite]

What’s everyone drinking 🥃? #WriteComment #ReplyPicture 🖼#PostOnTwitter 📸 🍹 #HappySunday #CHEERS #VoiceCEO #GratitudeChampion #MusicCTO #SundayFunday #Tampa (at Some Where in This Complicated World.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CafoRRWpQga/?utm_medium=tumblr

[identity-stunt]

Identity Stunt #4 now available in print!

We know it’s been a minute, and y’all know that good things are worth waiting for! Identity Stunt #4, the 30-page action-packed mega-extravaganza conclusion to our first arc, is now available in print! To pick up a copy, just click the link above and you’ll be good to go. Thanks!

#ABeatdownIsComing2019

[margueritesauvage]

Let's bring a bit of lightness in this morning with more #HarleyQuinn from the story I wrote + draw for #Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 - out Oct 23rd - I'm very grateful #DCComics let me tackle this and hope you'll enjoy it!

[margueritesauvage]

Action from the "#HarleyQuinn wrecks #datingapps" short story I wrote & draw for #Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 :)

[margueritesauvage]

More - I wrote and draw a short light "Harley Quinn wrecks dating apps" story for Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 - out this Wednesday, October 23rd - I'm very grateful DC let me tackle this and hope you'll enjoy it, it was very fun to do!