Joe Gets Surprised
How about another face?
Joe said he'd tattoo his emoji on his leg. I replied, that's a commitment. I should design the tattoo. So I went at it, illustrating something worthy of being burned onto someone's skin.
Designing Hell - Chapter One
Designing Hell - Chapter One Tom Foster was dead. His soul knew it, but it would take a moment for his body to let go. Sitting alone in a high school cafeteria, the nerdy teen took a big bite out of the roast beef sandwich his mom made last night. At five foot six, weighing a buck twenty, it was obvious that he did not care about food. His crazy metabolism kept him skinny and this giant hoagie was not going to make a dent in his scrawny physique. Finishing up his sandwich, he was resigned to being a stick for the remainder of his time on earth. Little did Tom know, he had only twelve minutes left to live. The lunchroom had very few windows and was lit with a grid of fluorescent lights. Blue was the school color, making it mandatory to put the hue in all the posters and banners that dressed up the drab white walls. The tables were filled with kids staring at their phones. As much as Tom hardly ever spoke to anyone, he found it ironic that most of his fellow classmates didn’t eith...
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