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  • Just a maid, ep.19: Mail

    Hum… bill…. junk…. bill again…oh nice ! A death threat.
    I must show it to Mister, he loves that.

    Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house

  • Science !

    – MOUHAHAHA! With the power of Science, I will rule them all!
    – That is not science.
    – Excuse me?
    – What you are doing is just fooling around, at best fiddling.
    – But…but… I’ve got labcoat, tubes, equations and everything!
    – That is lab work, not science.
    – But I’m experimenting, mixing stuff! creating something anew!
    – Then it’s art.
    – What is science, then?
    – Careful observation, reasonable skepticism, formulating hypotheses and only then confronting them and testing them with rigorous experimentation.
    – Sounds complicated. And then you’re done ?
    – No, then you repeat.
    – Until when?
    – You never really stop. Everything can and must be reexamined to the light of new facts.
    – Hum… Ok, I get it.
    – So are you ready to make Science?
    – What? No! By the power of Lab work I will rule them all! MOUHAHAHAHA!

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Shepherd revelation

    There was a star, bright as the sun.
    There was omens all around
    But it was not the time nor the place
    So the shepherd ignored the signs

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Just a maid, Ep. 18
    Have you seen Madam ?

    – So how was it ?
    – Ho ! Hi again Martha, so… when will I wee Madam ?
    – But you just have, Mr Poulpe.
    – I have ? Oh my…Yes I have… but…
    – There, there… do you want a cookie ?
    – But why… why ?
    – A cookie to forget
    – How could I forget what I can’t even remember ?
    – But you do remember
    – Oh… yes. I do… I think I will have a cookie. Thanks Martha.

    (with the collaboration of Mr Poulpe)

    Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house

  • Terror on the Orient-Express
    Teatro alla Scalla backstage

    9 jan. 1923 – Milan

    It was a bliss, Choura had always dreamed about visiting il Teatro alla Scala de Milano, and now he was backstage, looking for clues and the musical director ! He dared to hope… maybe… maybe he could land a role on tomorrow’s premiere of the Aida! If only they knew where the diva Cavollaro went. This was too strange for her to disappear upon her arrival, and she wasn’t even there for the repetition they said. He hoped for the best, but fear the worst.
    Cihat was more pragmatic. They searched for a while and couldn’t find the director Toscanni nor the scenic director. Only one clue left, the costume designer. Milano was not as he expected, like a dead city, rotting in her magnificent shell, dead inside. A lot of people were sick and many from affliction of the chest. There has to be the torso piece of Sedefkar simulacrum here, somewhere. His own arm ache. The pomades and care of Henry helped but he had to wear the sling. And do not like it.
    After asking for direction to the smoking pharaoh with the glasses and cigar, they went up. Suddenly, Choura stopped and pointed between the curtains. Without thinking, Cihat took a peek and saw it too : an Eye. Gigantic, colossal, looking right at them.

    He blinked and realized after a brief examination that it was a theater props, another of theses pieces of illusion hanging around and stored everywhere He shoved Choura who stood still, like hypnotized and fascinated by the vision. He shook harder until Choura manage to regain his senses.

    – “Are you alright ?”
    – “Oh,Yes. For a moment… ”

    He coughed

    – “For a moment I felt strange. I felt… Like I din’t know which is the stage and which is the scene…”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Excerpt from the Terror on the Orient-Express Chaosium Call of Cthulhu RPG campaign

  • Worm and teeth

    Gnawing through the earth, strong and slow.
    They came from the magma below
    Very deep underneath our feet
    One day they will surface our streets

    (not really, that’s just a sock puppet)

    Pencil doodles on A6 sketchbook

  • Kero-kero !

    A rare creature : the flowered emerald gupta. Feeds on solar energy and water.
    NOT a pokemon. Very friendly but extremely poisonous. Better to leave it alone.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Soul soothing words

    Words can heal too.
    Use them profusely.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Soul crushing words

    Words can hurt.
    Use them wisely.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

    EDIT : This drawing is a part of a two-sided piece on words that can heal or hurt. I should have begun by the healing first. Sorry if I involuntarily raised some flags, everything is quite fine, I assure you. 

  • You cut my tree

    Why did you cut my tree ?
    It was mine. I planted it.
    I watched it grows.
    You cut it.
    I will cut too
    I will cut you.

    Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook