Storyboard underwater

"Come with me." "I can't." "I'll show you my world." "I wish I could." "You can swim with me, never having to leave the cool and calming currents." "I can't breathe down there." "Maybe...maybe I can show you how."

"Come with me." "I can't." "I'll show you my world." "I wish I could." "You can swim with me, never having to leave the cool and calming currents." "I can't breathe down there." "Maybe...maybe I can show you how."

I could cry underwater and no one would know. That's why I took up swimming, really. All my cries and sobs and calls for help would just come out as tiny pockets of air that could easily fade away once they burst. They didn't have to mean anything, and no one would ever know how much I wanted to weight myself down and let the water drown me.

I could cry underwater and no one would know. That's why I took up swimming, really. All my cries and sobs and calls for help would just come out as tiny pockets of air that could easily fade away once they burst. They didn't have to mean anything, and no one would ever know how much I wanted to weight myself down and let the water drown me.

And when her last breath left her lips, when she thought all was hopeless, she saw a light. A light shining in the darkness.

And when her last breath left her lips, when she thought all was hopeless, she saw a light. A light shining in the darkness.

"What do you mean, you don't know how to swim? You live on an island, for crying out loud!"  "Yeah, well I don't know how, ok?"  "Well I guess that just means I'll have to teach you."

"What do you mean, you don't know how to swim? You live on an island, for crying out loud!" "Yeah, well I don't know how, ok?" "Well I guess that just means I'll have to teach you."

Water had a voice. It was something every canal rat knew, anyone who had slept beneath a bridge or weathered a winter storm in an over-turned boat -- water could speak with the voice of a lover, a long-lost brother, even a god." - Leigh Bardugo in Six of Crows

Water had a voice. It was something every canal rat knew, anyone who had slept beneath a bridge or weathered a winter storm in an over-turned boat -- water could speak with the voice of a lover, a long-lost brother, even a god." - Leigh Bardugo in Six of Crows

writing prompt: "It's all part of their training - nothing to worry about" he smiled as he turned to face her. "I promise you, anyone worth saving will not come to harm.They will make sure of that themselves" and with that, he turned off the monitor.     JS

writing prompt: "It's all part of their training - nothing to worry about" he smiled as he turned to face her. "I promise you, anyone worth saving will not come to harm.They will make sure of that themselves" and with that, he turned off the monitor. JS

Weeeelllllll..... I don't have a story goal yet, or a villain or much of anything. Maybe this can be the villain's place or something....

Weeeelllllll..... I don't have a story goal yet, or a villain or much of anything. Maybe this can be the villain's place or something....

This is a time lapse photo related to another image on my board. it communicates time-based because it show progression of a jump over time.

This is a time lapse photo related to another image on my board. it communicates time-based because it show progression of a jump over time.

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