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“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
The Preview for my book, Charmed: Charlie and her twin are thrust into a world they aren't ready to face. Can she juggle unknown powers, love, and the threat that forces them to go on the run?
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
Planet Earth became a battlefield for nine supernatural armies, forces of Order and Chaos struck each other but putting humans in danger. Once the war ended, each side partook a treaty. Closing the gates to keep peace between themselves but slaughted humans within the war. As humans became rebellious against the two, they chose to fight. From that humans have became an endangered species, forcing them to hide in two Chaos realms. Follow Melinda the female human, Matthew the male human, Proteus the right hand werewolf and Vasuman the fire god on their journey to either erase the last of humanity or to fight against the forces to gain the right for humans to live.
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
Yuu wants to live a normal and event-less life, but he's a bit special...
All it takes is one day to flip his world.
With Jenifer, one of his only friends, he's invited to a class summer gathering, something he would have turned down immediately, if they weren't going to the Wailing Shrine, a place that he hasn't been in for nearly five years...
content is not 12+ at the moment, but when I get to uploading chapter 2, that will soon change...
-cover drawn my me. Do not use-
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
A short story.
My entry into the Rain Stories contest, this is the story of David, discovering what a day of rain means...
It was a long time ago. No one besides your great-great-great grandparents would remember. But, some people do remember. The story starts where Gigi, a successful lady meets the love of her life.
Gigi Calsirberg was walking down a street in a small town in Connecticut. No one really remembers the name but it was sure someone would not forget this story. Okay, Gigi was walking down the street to a parking lot, where se was going to a commune. It as the 70s, and she was a hippie, in protest next fall. There was a red VW Kombi with tie-dyed doors, weird huh? She got there in fifteen minutes. She was suppose to wait for her boyfriend Jake Love (He had changed his last name from Lovepeck to just ‘Love’) to go to the commune.
“Where can he be?” she said a little loopy. “Am I high?” she said chuckling.
She took a little tiny mirror from her pocket. She examined her eyes. They were red, like if she had been wearing contact lenses.
“Yes, I am,” she said then, putting out a cigarette.
She took the kombi’s keys out of her pocket and put it in to open the door. She went to the driver’s seat to listen to the radio. Peace music, of course.
“This is so….Wow! Look at that man”!” she looked at the mirror and saw a pale man coming towards the kombi. That wasn’t her African American boyfriend. I know. Black and white can mix.
Anyways, that wasn’t him. No, it was not.
“Hey, man!” said Gigi, still loopy.
“Hey, wanna go for a ride?” he asked. He wore old fashion clothes, but not hippie for sure.
She did not know what to do. Should she wait for Jake? Or should she just go with this handsome guy? She thought about it about five seconds, and then said “Sure man, hop on”
The guy went to the other side in no time. Gigi was high, so but she did not know what to say or believe.
“That was fast man, what’s your friggin’ name?”
“John, what’s yours pretty flower?” he said, his voice soft and smooth.
Gigi could not help her pathetic giggling
“Gigi, but most people call me Gi. Do you wanna call me that?” she said
She was already flirting with this guy? He could be a drug dealer if you ask me! But hey, if she was already falling for this man’s fake façade, she would be making out with him in no time.
“Yes, love to do that!” he said “But, ain’t we suppose to go on a ride, Gi?” He said ‘Gi’ in a weird way so she could notice how he said it.
“Sure, man.” She ended u saying.
She started the kombi and then sped off towards nowhere especially. She just wanted to be with this weird man.
“So, where you from?” he said
“Ima New Yorker” said Gigi
“You aint got that weird-ass accent” said John.
“I know. I wasn’t raised n the ‘hood. I was raised in Jacksonville” she said
“Oh, ‘kay” he said, looking pale. Well paler.
“Where you from, man?” asked Gigi
“I’m from Cincinnati” he said
“Oh” said Gigi
“So, like, where you wanna go?” he asked Gigi.
“Don’t know. Where you wanna go?”
“Ma house.”
“I can take you there” said Gigi
“Thanks, man” said John
“Where is the crap? If you don’t tell me I will neva be able to know, you know”
“Just go to San Diego!” he said
“What? San Diego?! Hey, listen man, we are in L.A and I don’t have enough organic gas” Gigi said
“Please, take me there” he said. That was all it took to take he into control.
“Okay”
They drove to San Diego without a word. Gigi drove, but she was high, and she ran over two boys and an old lady whose last words where “What the f---, you f------ you HIPPIE!”
It was as if Gigi was controlled by some unknown thing and no one knew about it.
“Turn left” said John
“Okay” said Gigi not even blinking
She turned. Then she saw it clearly: The wall, the hobo, and her whole life going trough her eyes.
She was protesting…
She was getting high…
She met Jake….
She was making out in a tree….
She left Jake….
She was walking down a street….
She saw a white man…
She went on a road trip with the man…..
She was going to crash with the wall…
“John! Help me!” she turned to the shotgun seat, but John wasn’t there, and instead, a letter written in blood said: NEVER TRUST THE HEIR OF HELL
It was too late now. She ran over the hobo and then crushed against the alley wall. Blood everywhere. No way did she survive.
As her spirit flouted away, she saw other four spirits, almost reaching the sky by now. A little boy and a big boy. An old lady looking down at the family who would miss her. And, a homeless man who was innocent.
When her spirit touché the sky, it bounced downward and started descending,.
She saw the bad people. Adolf Hitler. Judas Iscariot and many many more.
Her spirit cried out in pain when she burned in the fiery pit.
The Heir of hell is a ghost of a man who became a demon, who doesn’t belong in either heaven or hell. He seduces people into a violent death, where they cannot rest in peace.
Never trust appearance, trust the heart
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
The Preview for my book, Charmed: Charlie and her twin are thrust into a world they aren't ready to face. Can she juggle unknown powers, love, and the threat that forces them to go on the run?
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
Planet Earth became a battlefield for nine supernatural armies, forces of Order and Chaos struck each other but putting humans in danger. Once the war ended, each side partook a treaty. Closing the gates to keep peace between themselves but slaughted humans within the war. As humans became rebellious against the two, they chose to fight. From that humans have became an endangered species, forcing them to hide in two Chaos realms. Follow Melinda the female human, Matthew the male human, Proteus the right hand werewolf and Vasuman the fire god on their journey to either erase the last of humanity or to fight against the forces to gain the right for humans to live.
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
Yuu wants to live a normal and event-less life, but he's a bit special...
All it takes is one day to flip his world.
With Jenifer, one of his only friends, he's invited to a class summer gathering, something he would have turned down immediately, if they weren't going to the Wailing Shrine, a place that he hasn't been in for nearly five years...
content is not 12+ at the moment, but when I get to uploading chapter 2, that will soon change...
-cover drawn my me. Do not use-
“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist.
“Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all stories, all storytelling, and the ends to which we will go with our minds to create a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny and well-being in a hostile, lonely, violent universe. In this graphic novel, the structure and genesis of storytelling is broken down into fragmentary words and pictures in order to examine how our thirst for meaning, for stability, cohesion, consistency and continuity in our lives creates a logic of its very own - a logic supplied by both reader and author - that brings (imaginary or real) order to chaos and gives a sense of permanence to our existence where none may in fact exist.
A short story.
My entry into the Rain Stories contest, this is the story of David, discovering what a day of rain means...
It was a long time ago. No one besides your great-great-great grandparents would remember. But, some people do remember. The story starts where Gigi, a successful lady meets the love of her life.
Gigi Calsirberg was walking down a street in a small town in Connecticut. No one really remembers the name but it was sure someone would not forget this story. Okay, Gigi was walking down the street to a parking lot, where se was going to a commune. It as the 70s, and she was a hippie, in protest next fall. There was a red VW Kombi with tie-dyed doors, weird huh? She got there in fifteen minutes. She was suppose to wait for her boyfriend Jake Love (He had changed his last name from Lovepeck to just ‘Love’) to go to the commune.
“Where can he be?” she said a little loopy. “Am I high?” she said chuckling.
She took a little tiny mirror from her pocket. She examined her eyes. They were red, like if she had been wearing contact lenses.
“Yes, I am,” she said then, putting out a cigarette.
She took the kombi’s keys out of her pocket and put it in to open the door. She went to the driver’s seat to listen to the radio. Peace music, of course.
“This is so….Wow! Look at that man”!” she looked at the mirror and saw a pale man coming towards the kombi. That wasn’t her African American boyfriend. I know. Black and white can mix.
Anyways, that wasn’t him. No, it was not.
“Hey, man!” said Gigi, still loopy.
“Hey, wanna go for a ride?” he asked. He wore old fashion clothes, but not hippie for sure.
She did not know what to do. Should she wait for Jake? Or should she just go with this handsome guy? She thought about it about five seconds, and then said “Sure man, hop on”
The guy went to the other side in no time. Gigi was high, so but she did not know what to say or believe.
“That was fast man, what’s your friggin’ name?”
“John, what’s yours pretty flower?” he said, his voice soft and smooth.
Gigi could not help her pathetic giggling
“Gigi, but most people call me Gi. Do you wanna call me that?” she said
She was already flirting with this guy? He could be a drug dealer if you ask me! But hey, if she was already falling for this man’s fake façade, she would be making out with him in no time.
“Yes, love to do that!” he said “But, ain’t we suppose to go on a ride, Gi?” He said ‘Gi’ in a weird way so she could notice how he said it.
“Sure, man.” She ended u saying.
She started the kombi and then sped off towards nowhere especially. She just wanted to be with this weird man.
“So, where you from?” he said
“Ima New Yorker” said Gigi
“You aint got that weird-ass accent” said John.
“I know. I wasn’t raised n the ‘hood. I was raised in Jacksonville” she said
“Oh, ‘kay” he said, looking pale. Well paler.
“Where you from, man?” asked Gigi
“I’m from Cincinnati” he said
“Oh” said Gigi
“So, like, where you wanna go?” he asked Gigi.
“Don’t know. Where you wanna go?”
“Ma house.”
“I can take you there” said Gigi
“Thanks, man” said John
“Where is the crap? If you don’t tell me I will neva be able to know, you know”
“Just go to San Diego!” he said
“What? San Diego?! Hey, listen man, we are in L.A and I don’t have enough organic gas” Gigi said
“Please, take me there” he said. That was all it took to take he into control.
“Okay”
They drove to San Diego without a word. Gigi drove, but she was high, and she ran over two boys and an old lady whose last words where “What the f---, you f------ you HIPPIE!”
It was as if Gigi was controlled by some unknown thing and no one knew about it.
“Turn left” said John
“Okay” said Gigi not even blinking
She turned. Then she saw it clearly: The wall, the hobo, and her whole life going trough her eyes.
She was protesting…
She was getting high…
She met Jake….
She was making out in a tree….
She left Jake….
She was walking down a street….
She saw a white man…
She went on a road trip with the man…..
She was going to crash with the wall…
“John! Help me!” she turned to the shotgun seat, but John wasn’t there, and instead, a letter written in blood said: NEVER TRUST THE HEIR OF HELL
It was too late now. She ran over the hobo and then crushed against the alley wall. Blood everywhere. No way did she survive.
As her spirit flouted away, she saw other four spirits, almost reaching the sky by now. A little boy and a big boy. An old lady looking down at the family who would miss her. And, a homeless man who was innocent.
When her spirit touché the sky, it bounced downward and started descending,.
She saw the bad people. Adolf Hitler. Judas Iscariot and many many more.
Her spirit cried out in pain when she burned in the fiery pit.
The Heir of hell is a ghost of a man who became a demon, who doesn’t belong in either heaven or hell. He seduces people into a violent death, where they cannot rest in peace.
Never trust appearance, trust the heart