Archive of Written words by Shaun

Always looking for comic book artists to collaborate with - drop me a line at SanguineTales at gmail dot com!
All work copy written and guarded by ancient spells.

7/13/17

Sipapu in Jumbelbook

I wrote a story about infatuation and time and laundry machines. It's called Sipapu and it was published this week on Jumbelbook. Check it out if you care to.

7/3/17

Thor vs Superman pos 2 & 3



Thor vs. Superman page 2 and 3. Art by http://almayer.deviantart.com. Words and letters by me.



5/11/17

Thor vs. Superman!


Written and lettered by myself and drawn by the unrivaled Almayer http://almayer.deviantart.com

I wrote this years ago for a PencilJack artist competition and dug it out and pitched it to Almayer. I realized some mistakes I made that made it more challenging for Almayer. I called for a few multiple actions. I also decided to upgrade the captions and give it a more pulpy feel. As for the lettering, being my first attempt, it was a learning process and I have much more to learn. I'm excited for how this came out though.

It's worth mentioning this is fan art and will not be for sale, because who wants to get sued by Marvel & DC.

7/25/16

Hyena available soon in Alterna Comic's IF Anthology


 One second is the simplest measurement of time and it can be enough to save a life. Or lose it. 

What if you had the ability to see seven seconds into the future? 
Its enough time to dodge a punch, or a bullet... but is it enough time to save your city from the corrupt? 

In River City there is the myth of a man who sees seven seconds into the future. Those who prey upon the weak will soon learn he is no myth.

But are mere seconds enough to save us from unchecked evil? 
How is this gift possible?
And who is...

THE HYENA


I'm very excited to see my story, The Hyena, as drawn by the super talented Chris Winters, featured in Alterna Comic's IF Super Powers anthology available this November. 



7/24/16

The Escape


PAGE 1

PN1
A wide shot of the High Command space fleet. Two dozen battleships, clustered around the small moon of Nicada, which is in the orbit of a large gas giant.

SPEECH BALLOON (tail leads to the largest ship)
Are you SURE he swallowed it?!?

PN2
TEGAN (human female, late 20’s, mixed ethnicity, petite and fit) crouching over a fallen marsupial humanoid in an officer’s uniform. His chest has been torn open and Tegan is pulling out the creature’s guts and organs with an exasperated expression.

TEGAN
How am I suppose to find anything in here!

PN3
NOX (war droid, seven feet tall) kneels on the ground, having just picked up a matchstick sized data drive in his blood splattered claw. His expression is show through in his eyes, which are wide with surprise.

NOX
Oops...
(connected)
I guess he dropped it before he had the chance to swallow it.

PN4
Tegan is standing, a red smear of blood left on her forehead, as she finishes dragging her forearm to wipe sweat from her brow.

TEGAN
Not cool, Nox.
(connected)
So should we, like… put him back together?

PN5
High and wide shot of Tegan and Nox mushing the corpse’s vital organs back into their cavity. The image quality here should be a bit distorted since we are viewing through a CCTV.

SPEECH BALLOON (no tail)
Vulgarians!


PAGE 2

PN1
ADMIRAL BOEMAN (Human, late 50’s, tall and austere) stands over a bank of monitors and crew. Ideally this is a low angle to make him imposing.

BOEMAN
Send a team to intercept them at the docking bay.
(linked)
Those schematics must not fall into the separatists’ hands!

PN2
Tegan, carrying a blaster pistol, and Nox are racing into the large ship docking bay. Tegan looks alarmed.

TEGAN (soft)
Bad plan.

PN3
A few dozen humanoid aliens and some humans wait for them. All wear military uniforms similar to the slaughtered marsupial and all tote advanced looking blasters. A SOLDIER reacts upon seeing them.

SOLDIER
There they are!

PN4
Tight on Tegan, she closes her eyes in concentration. If possible there might be a glow effect. She is igniting an alien power.

NO COPY

PN5
Same as panel three only the soldier’s blasters have all blown up in their hands. Not massive explosions but enough to kill the user. A few blaster emit a laser blast but nothing threatening our heroes.

PN6
Tight on Boeman, monitoring from the safety of the bridge.

BOEMAN
It’s impossible. Her kind is extinct!


PAGE 3

PN1
Tegan and Nox race toward the nearest landing craft in the hanger.

NOX
Was it wise to reveal your ability to control machines, Tegan?

TEGAN
Wiser than dying.
(linked)
Besides what’re they gonna-

PN2
A massive Rhino-humanoid lumbers into the hanger wielding a huge battle axe. He wears the pants of the High Command uniform but is too big for the shirt.

RHINO SOLDIER (elect)
Hey!

PN3
Head on at Tegan and Nox. Nox looks on, horrified. Tegan regards her paltry blaster pistol.

NO COPY

PN4
Same panel only now Tegan looks at Nox with a meek smile.

TEGAN
Alright, do your thing!

PN5
Same framing only Tegan is running away from Nox, up the bridge to the landing craft. Nox has the same concerned expression.

NOX
What is my… thing?


PAGE 4

PN1
Nox ducks as Rhino soldier swings his axe with lethal force.

NO COPY

PN2
Tegan stands in the landing craft’s cockpit. Her head lowered and arms outstretched, she is communicating with the machinery. The machinery inside should be lit up.

TEGAN (elect)
All systems online.

PN3
Rhino soldier’s axe is lodged in a cargo ship, having missed its target. Nox’s shoulder affixed gun has fired at Rhino but the shots do nothing to distract him from retrieving his axe. Behind them the landing craft has lifted off the ground.

TEGAN (no tail/ over ship’s PA)
Heads up, Nox!
(linked)
I’m gonna make us a door!

NOX
Not yet!

PN4
The landing craft has fired its two laser cannons at the interior hanger wall.

NO COPY

PN5
The landing craft flies out of the newly exposed hole in the wall. Nox and the rhino solider are now weightless.

TEGAN (no tail)
Would you quit playing?!


PAGE 5

PN1
Tegan and Nox sit in the cockpit. Tegan holds the data drive in her hand and considers it passively.

TEGAN
I wonder what’s on this thing anyway?

NOX
Should we’ve asked before we joined the separatists?

PN2
On Tegan’s angry face.

TEGAN
We’re not doing this for them, remember?!
(linked)
I just want to watch the High Command burn.

PN3
Stationed between and behind Tegan and Nox a hologram of Boeman’s face has appeared in front of them.

BOEMAN
You may have been able to deactivate our pursuit fighters-
(linked)
But trust me when I say we will hunt you to the ends of the galaxy!

PN4
Tight on Boeman’s holographic head, an eyebrow raised and nose snarled in disgust.

BOEMAN
I will personally--
(linked)
What is that? Are you trying to say okay?!

PN5
On Tegan’s defiant face, she holds up her thumb to her index finger creating a circle.

TEGAN
This is how many fucks I give.

10/13/13

SACRIFICE

For the PencilJack writing contest, #91, theme - the fall season.




SACRIFICE

PAGE 1 –
1. We are head-on viewing two police officers driving in a black and white LAPD police cruiser. The driver is Officer CALVIN JONES (early 20’s) African-American and well built. His partner is Officer PATRICK TOOMS (late 40’s), a kind but weathered face. He looks a bit like Robert Forrester in JACKIE BROWN. The two are smiling and laughing, partners that appear to genuinely enjoy each other’s company. 
If we can see around the car at all it should be apparent they are in a seedy urban area at night.
TOOMS CAPTION
Jones is a good partner. He’s young but he’s already learning about tough sacrifices, the kind we make to keep the evil at bay. 

2. We are in Jones’ POV looking at Tooms. Tooms looks out the car window. Out of the car window we see gaggles of costumed kids, ghosts and superheroes mostly. It’s Halloween night, stormy and cold. 
TOOMS CAPTION
Jones is always asking about my last partner, Mike West, died. Tough sacrifices, I say. 

3. We are positioned looking over the officer’s shoulder, from the back seat. Both officers are reacting in shock and bracing themselves as Jones slams on the breaks. Bathed in the light of the cruiser’s headlights is a TWEAKER (female, age impossible to determine). The Tweaker looks panicked and quite possibly high. 
SFX (along the top of the panel)
SCREEEEECH

JONES
What the hell?!

4. We have jumped forward in time a few minutes. The two officers are outside their cruiser talking to the Tweaker. Tooms is taking down her statement on a small notepad. The Tweaker is pointing to a large testament housing building in the distance. Again, this is a very shady neighborhood. 
TOOMS CAPTION
She says men stole her baby. I suggest we move on but Jones parrots back at me about tough sacrifices. He’s getting it. 

5. We have leaped forward in time another few minutes. We are now positioned behind Tooms and Jones as they stand in front of Nic Gardens, a twenty-story tenement housing project in LA. There are homeless men standing out front, warming their hands by a blazing trash barrel flipped over to make a campfire. There’s a pack of feral dogs too quarreling over their discarded chicken bones. This is not the type of place you want to wander around; even if you’re carrying a weapon. Tooms and Jones are both looking up at this monolith, more depressing than Stalinist architecture. 
JONES
What are the odds she even had a kid?

TOOMS
I’m sure she’s had some at some point. This whole world’s got a cancer in it. 


PAGE 2 –
1. We are inside the housing building. Jones is talking to someone behind a door opened just a crack. In the BG, down the hall, Tooms is knocking on a door. Note that the inside of the building should look as downtrodden as the exterior. All the doors have iron gates on the exterior as an added layer of protection. 
JONES
Have you seen or heard anything unusual, sir?

2. We are in Jones’ POV looking at a WEIRDO lurking behind the cracked door. It’s dark inside but this guy has a straggly beard with food crumbs in it and is wearing a stained wife-beater. He looks pale and sickly, like a fat Gollum.
WEIRDO
They’re Satanists. They hold rituals on the roof! 
(linked)
You’re dirty, just like them! 

3. We’re stationed in a medium profile view as the Weirdo behind the door is sticking out a can of disinfectant and spraying a plume of chemicals into Jones’ face. Jones reacts with his hands up to protect himself.
WEIRDO
You need to get clean!

JONES
What the hell, man!?

4. We have the same framing as the previous panel only the door is now shut and Jones has taken a step back, gasping for air and waving the chemicals away. 
SFX (from door)
SLAAAM 

JONES
Crazy son of a bitch! Spray Lysol in a cop’s face?!

5. Close on Tooms, non-descript background. The lighting and angle should be noir and suggest some deep inner turmoil.
TOOMS
I still see West’s face when I close my eyes. I can’t tell Jones. I can’t tell anyone. 

6. Same set up only we have pulled out and removed whatever flourish of lighting or angle you put on it. Jones stands next to Tooms, a hand on his shoulder and another wipes his eyes. They are in a stairwell. 
JONES
It’s a long shot but we better check the roof.


PAGE 3 –
1. High angle of Jones and Tooms trudging up the stairs. Jones, younger and stronger than Tooms, should be a few stairs ahead. 
JONES
Ya know what other cops call you? Spooky Tooms.

TOOMS
I’ve been called worse. 

2. Jones stops on the stairs to look down at Tooms who continues up the stairs. Jones’ eyes should be a little swollen and puffy from the Lysol. 
JONES
It really doesn’t bother you that the whole precinct thinks you’re off? 

TOOMS
I didn’t become police to make friends. I’m fighting the darkness. 

3. Jones puts his hand on Tooms’ chest, blocking him from continuing past him. Jones’ body language is strong but not threatening. Tooms seems taken aback. 
JONES
See, that right there! That’s a creepy thing to say. 

TOOMS
I don’t care what people think of me. I prefer they stay away. 

4. We are in Tooms’ POV looking up at Jones. Jones looks down at us with equal parts sympathy and confusion. 
JONES
Why? Why you push everyone away?
(linked)
Maybe I can help? 

5. Tight on Tooms looking off. 
TOOMS
People that get close to me get hurt. West. 
(linked)
My gun jammed… I should’ve had his back, I…

6. Medium profile in the stairwell. Jones puts his hand on Tooms’ shoulder for emotional support. Tooms looks up at Jones. The way the light is cast, just above Jones, casting Tooms in shadow, he’s like an angel anointing a sinner. 
JONES
Nevermind all that. Let’s clear the roof and be done tonight, alright? 


PAGE 4 –
1. Tooms and Jones have reached the top of the stairwell and are crouched in front of a door cracked open, leading to the roof. Both cops have drawn their guns. 
JONES
I should take point. 

TOOMS 
Sure. It’s just… 

2. Medium head-on shot of Tooms holding his firearm with both hands, looking down at it wearily. 
TOOMS
It's the same gun… 

3. Swap angles, we are now on Jones, eyes still puffy, wearing a faint smile. He is holding his gun out, barrel first. 
JONES
Trade you. Just cleaned mine this morning. 

4. Tight angle on Tooms taking the gun with his left hand and holding up his gun with his right. He looks down on the gun wearily. 
TOOMS
You sure? It’s against regulations. 

JONES (off panel)
Tough sacrifices, right? We’re a team. 

5. Same framing. Tooms now only holds one gun and with both hands. He looks up at where we imagine Jones is. If possible his face should appear lighter to suggest Jones has pushed open the door to the roof. Tooms is smiling.
TOOM
You got a big heart, kid. 


PAGE 5 –
1. On the rooftop. We are positioned over Jones’s shoulder, his gun held with both hands and pointed at – TWO MEN, dressed as skeletons. These are slightly cheesy store-bought costumes made creepy by the fact these are grown men. They are looking back at Jones and standing around a creepy looking black altar. This is nothing that could be written off as Halloween pranks, this looks like a legit ceremonial altar with strange objects dangling and pentagrams etched into its face.
JONES
What the—
(linked)
Freeze!

2. Profile view of Skeleton Man 1 reaches for Jones. Jones is wincing as he pulls the trigger of the gun, expecting a shot to fire. 
SFX (from gun)
Click.

JONES
Crap! Tooms!

3. Skeleton Man 1 is grabbing the gun from Jones’ hand. Skeleton Man 2 grabs Jones’ arm.
JONES
Tooms! I need you man, don’t freeze on me!!

4. In the foreground Jones is on his knees, either arm being held by the Skeleton Men. Jones’ head is facing back toward the stairway entrance he came through. Tooms is standing in front of the door. The Tweaker woman from the street is putting a blood red robe over Tooms’ shoulders. The robe is adorned with gold symbols and pentagrams, similar to those on the altar. Tooms is smiling. 
TOOMS
The only way to conquer evil is to appease it, with tough sacrifices. Mike West wasn't the first--

5. Jones is being dragged to the altar by the Skeleton Men. He looks horrified. 
TOOMS (off panel) 
You won’t be the last. 

JONES
Nooooo!!!


THE END.




8/13/13

Icarus Rises


From PJ writing competition #89, Theme was sidekick 

Page 1
P1/P1
We are ground level in a modern metropolis as a ten-foot elemental, ROCK MONSTER rages through the sunny city street. People run for whatever cover they can find from this rampaging beast. There is a LIGHT BLUR darting at him from a high angle.
Colorist & Letterer Note: This is all viewed through a camera lenses so the color will be desaturated and there will be a red dot and “Record” symbol in the upper right hand corner.

LUCY (off)
Tell me you’re getting this!

P1/P2
The Rock Monster is medium in frame, recoiling from a massive punch having just been landed by KID COMET. We can only make out Comet from the waist up, below that he is still a light blur. Comet is athletically built, in his mid 20’s, and wearing a form fitting Orange suit with no mask. Rock Monster’s head has split from the punch.
Note: We are no longer in the “camera lens”.

SFX
CRAAAAA-ACK!

P1/P3
LUCY LOGAN, an attractive brunette reporter, stands in the foreground holding a microphone as she speaks. In the background Comet is winding up for another massive punch on the reeling monster. Comet is floating in the air but no part of him is a blur at this point as he has slowed down considerably.
Note: We are back within the “camera lens”.

LUCY
As you can see behind me Kid Comet has once again stepped in to save the day-

P1/P4
We are closer now to the action as Comet lands the massive punch he was winding up and Rock Monster’s head shatters.

COMET
It’s just Comet now, no kid!

SFX
SMAAASH

P1/P5
In the foreground the Rock Monster’s head is hurling toward us, far below that Comet is in the follow through of the throw that sent his head soaring. This high, wide shot gives us our first real look at the city, like any modern city.

LUCY (off)
But the question on all our minds no doubt remains, where is this city’s first defender?
(linked)
Where is Helio?


Page 2
P2/P1
HELIO is full in frame; the sun-themed superhero is dressed in all yellow and wears a yellow half mask with long spikes at the peak like rays of the sun. However Helio is looking anything but majestic at the moment - his arms and legs are outstretched and chained to the grim grey brick wall behind him. Though in peak physical condition Helio's body language suggests he is weakened.

CAPTION (Lucy)
Why are we left with the hero’s sidekick to protect us?

P2/P2
Our vantage point has shifted 180 degrees so the chained Helio is now in profile. We have also gone wider to reveal we are in what appears to be a very rundown cellar. A partially boarded-up window near the top of the wall provides the only sliver of light in the room (none of which touches Helio). Comet sits on the ground beside Helio, watching an old TV stationed across the room. Despite Comet’s previous demonstration of power we can’t help but see him as a bit of a child in this pose, sitting at his “father’s” feet, watching TV.

COMET
No matter what I do! No matter how many times I save them—
(linked)
All they do is ask about you!

P2/P3
We are tighter on Helio and Comet. Helio looks down at Comet. Comet glares back.

HELIO
I thought we were brothers. You said you would always have my back?

COMET
Your back, not the end of your leash!
(linked)
But I think I know why they still see me as your pet-

P2/P4
Helio’s face is full in frame as Comet’s hands lift the helmet off Helio’s head. The helmet should be high enough up so we can see Helio’s face, which is gaunt and pale.

HELIO
When they see my helm they will know what you have done.

P2/P5
Comet has lowered the sun burst helmet onto his head, his eyes glare up at Helio (off panel).

COMET
They will know…
(linked)
And they will bow!


Page 3
P3/P1
We have a high/wide establishing shot of Liberty Tower, the Empire State building of this metropolis. There is a viewing deck near the top for tourists to snap pics of the skyline. Today the viewing deck has been cleared of everyone save Lucy Logan, her CAMERAMEN, and Comet- who is providing her a one-on-one interview.

LUCY
I see you are wearing a helmet in homage to Helio, you must miss him-
(linked)
After all, wasn’t it Helio that gave you your powers?

P3/P2
Close on Comet. He is wearing the helmet but we can see his eyes darting away in thought, perhaps some guilt too.

COMET
I….

P3/P3
We are on the surface of the sun. Comet’s hands are outstretched as he basks in the sun’s recharging warmth. Comet is not wearing the helmet here, and if possible he should look younger, perhaps longer hair.
Colorist Note: This is flashback panel so there should be some desaturation.

COMET
It’s amazing!
(linked)
Why not stay here all the time?!

P3/P4
We are slightly wider, to show more of the suns wicked topography. Helio stands beside Comet, smiling at the boy. Here Helio is wearing his helmet and looks younger and stronger himself. He has his hand on Comet’s shoulder, amused at Comet’s enthusiasm.

HELIO
No one can ever know this is where we derive our power, or that without sunlight we are mere mortals.

P3/P5
Tight on Helio’s face, smiling but also weary.

COMET (off)
Just once, can’t I wear the crown?

HELIO
Not just yet.

P3/P6
We are back atop Liberty Tower with a vantage point over Comet’s shoulder at Lucy. She stands beside the camera with one hand up to her ear, struggling to hear the ear piece, and her other hand up gesturing Comet to give her a second.

LUCY
Hold that thought, Kid Comet-

COMET
It’s not Kid any-

LUCY (linked)
We’re getting breaking news! Back to the newsroom!


Page 4
P4/P1
On a TV screen the pixelated skyline of the city and a bright streak in the sky. Unlike the quick blur of Comet on page one, this is a massive fireball, far away but massive in size. There is a Breaking News scroll at the bottom.

NEWS REPORTER (elect.)
Scientist confirm the meteoroid, dubbed Chariot, will enter the Earth’s atmosphere-

P4/P2
Comet stands in the cellar, watching the TV, his hands on his hips in his best heroic pose. Behind him we can see Helio, still chained to the wall, looking on in concern.

HELIO
This has gone far enough, Comet. Let me go!
(linked)
Your blasts aren’t powerful enough to destroy that meteor!

COMET
And return to your cold shadow?

P4/P3
We are tight on Comet, shoulders up. He has his hands on his helmet, trying to block out his mentor’s words or perhaps trying to gain strength for what he feels he must do.

HELIO
You only ever saw their gratitude for me- never my sacrifice for them!
(linked)
You’re not ready!

P4/P4
The Sun Burst helmet impacts the TV screen, sending shards of glass flying from the monitor. Comet is in the follow through, having just thrown the helmet in a rage.

COMET
I don’t need this helmet and I don’t need you!

P4/P5
Tight shot of a single shard of glass on the ground, bathed in the light from the partially boarded window.

NO COPY

P4/P6
Tight on Helio’s face, the shard of glass is reflecting light into his eyes. His skin appears to glow- charging.

NO COPY


Page 5
P5/P1
We are back in the “camera lens” as a blur of light streaks up from the city toward the incoming fireball.

CAPTION
Deny a King?

P5/P2
We are on the city streets as chaos reigns. In the foreground a woman clutches her head, screaming in horror. Far above in the sky the two streaks of light barrel at each other. It’s clear Comet intends to impact the meteor with everything he has. Only one of them will walk away from this impact.

CAPTION
Then happy low-

P5/P3
Tight on Comet’s face, behind him only a blur of light where his body would be. His face is contorted in fear and physical limitation.

CAPTION
Lie down!

P5/P4
Back on the panel of the chaotic street- everyone covering their eyes and ears as a burst of light more powerful than any atomic bomb issues far above their heads.

CAPTION
Uneasy lies the head-

SFX
KA-BOOOOOOOOM

P5/P5
Tight on Helio in the cellar, shoulder up, as he has lowered the helmet onto his head. His eyes are closed in sorrow.

CAPTION
That wears a crown.


END.