Halfwing wrote: * A link to your writing sample
I don't have a link to any writings I have, nor do I want to spoil my story by posting it here. However I write my comics in a style similar to a movie script, with a brief description of the background, then the characters in each panel, and then the dialog of each panel


Page 1
This is a full page set up.
Thousands of towering “Art Deco” skyscrapers span across the entire landscape reaching up into the clouds while their bases vanish into thick, ugly smog. The waxing Moon shines high over the city.
V.O.: My city, Steel City, a testament to mankind, on all levels.
Page 2
Panel 1:
Thousands of flying cars in the style of the 30's and 40's buzz around the towers as huge zeppelins leisurely float among the towers tops. Smaller police zeppelins shine spotlights down on the city.
V.O.: At the top, old money Elite. They sit on their self made pedestals. Thinking they run the city, looking down on all that they perceive worthless. This, by the way, is everyone else.
Panel 2:
Steam engines run on high suspended railroad tracks that weave through the city and past giant holographic and neon advertisements in the art style of the 40's.
V.O.: At the bottom, The Broken. The poor bastards and the low-life scum that plague the lower smog, like the rats that infest Steel City's culverts.
Panel 3:
A 1935 beat up Chevy dips to avoid an oncoming autogyro flying through the city.
V.O.: And in between, everyone else. The everyday citizen who simply wants to live out their meaningless existence, then fade quietly into the night.
Page 3
Panel 1:
Close up of Steel lighting a cigarette.
V.O.: Then there’s me. My name is like my city.
Panel 2:
JACOB STEEL (late 30's), rugged, hard jawed, haven't shaved in three days dressed in classic detective clothing with a fedora drives the car and closes a Zippo.
V.O.: Steel, Jacob Steel, Private Detective. But, not the type that deals with meaningless bullshit like cheating spouses or worker's comp violators. I leave that shit up to those who believe they know what they're doing.
Panel 3:
Steel holds the cigarette as he inhales. His eyes are focused and intent.
V.O.: I leave that shit up to those who believe they know what they're doing.
Panel 4:
Steel exhales as he checks his watch.
V.O.: I deal with other problems, problems that deal outside the natural and supernatural laws. Where the world of flesh and blood ends, and the real nightmares begin.
Page 4
Panel 1:
The Chevy flies over a cul-de-sac fixed on top of a tower with green grass and trees.
V.O.: Why do I do what I do?
Panel 2:
Steel lands his car in the driveway of a lovely two story ranch house.
V.O.: I've been asked this more times then I even care to remember.
Panel 3:
Steel sits comfortably in the old car as looks at the house. His seriousness hasn’t changed.
V.O.: Everyone thinks it's for different reasons; heroism, deathwish, bravery, insanity, but the real reason is very simple.
Page 5
Panel 1:
Steel steps out of his car. The lights of Steel City can bee seen in the distance.
Panel 2:
Steel walks towards the house, flicking away his cigarette.
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V.O.: I do it because it’s my job…
Panel 3:
Close up of a finger pressing a doorbell
V.O.: …and it’s time to clock in.
SOUND FX: DING DONG!
RobertBr wrote:I have tried two projects in the past with writers but these have fizzled out over time so what I would like here is a self-contained script, of no more than 24 pages (my preference would be shorter, about 6 to 14). I work full time so don't expect to be able to manage better than a page a week. So if you have a short story or single episode comic and have been looking for an artist then perhaps this is for you. I don't care about style or content, as long as it is well written, and you should feel free to supply guidelines on the look.
And lastly money. If this project made any money I would expect to split 50/50 with the writer, and for anyone with poor math half of nothing is nothing - I wouldn't be expecting or aiming to make money out of this.

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