The Plant (Part 1)

Background on Art: This was a three-part commission, depicting some lovely school girls falling victim to a monstrous plant.  The entire series is my favorite commission done by Faustie and this picture is probably my favorite in the series.  Hopefully my three-part story will measure up to his great art.
 
Prologue:

Thompson heard giggling and he turned around. Two of the private school brats were wandering through the hallway. They had apparently fallen behind the rest of their class, who had long since passed through on the tour. Sanders gave Thompson a knowing look. He then turned to the girls. "Ladies, you should not be wandering these hallways without your class."

"Sorry, we were just looking for the bathroom," said the blonde girl and her brunette friend nodded her head in confirmation. Sanders have Thompson another look.

"The bathroom is that way," Thompson said, pointing to a doorway. But both Thompson and Sanders knew that there was no bathroom through that hallway. In fact, no one without a high level security clearance was allowed through that door. Or at least they would never be allowed to exit back through it. The brunette thanked Thompson and the two girls opened the door and went through. As soon as they were out of sight, Sanders opened up a cabinet that lined the wall of the hallway. He grabbed two rags and a bottle of chloroform and the two men went through the same door as the girls.

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The Delivery

Note: Not one of my commissioned pieces, but a cool piece and an inspiration for my story. Credit: faustie.com


Sal called out, "Anderson delivery is up." That was my delivery. I went into the kitchen to grab the pizzas. I tried to ignore Sal as he stared at my chest. He was such a pig and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was creepily staring at my tits I wondered if he even knew what my face looked like but I was positive he could pick my boobs out of a lineup he stared at them so much. I hated this job so much. Not that I ever had illusions that delivering pizzas for a summer would be fun; I guess I just didn’t grasp how much it would suck. The pay wasn't great and I mostly relied on tips. And most people were lousy tippers. One top of that I came home every day smelling like pizza grease. I would immediately jump in the shower but I always felt like I never got rid of that damn smell completely. And on top of that my boss was a pig who eyed my like a hungry dog. I hated the job but I needed the money. I should have looked for something in the mall, but instead I was delivering pizzas, and having to ignore Sal as he constantly stared at my chest. I took the pizzas and quickly turned around to head out. I was sure he was staring at my ass but at least I didn't have to see that. I was so sick of his creepy staring that I was actually looking forward to the summer being over and I could go back to school.
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The Alien Mine (Part 1)

Background on Art:
This commission, which followed my antlion series of commissions, was to feature an alien mine, in which lizard masters enslaved a larger alien species to mine and also enslaved human women to serve as "R and R" for the alien slave miners.  The commission was for only one picture but the story will be two parts.



My eyes fluttered open I squinted in the bright light. Groaning, I rolled over in bed. Morning already? It felt like I had just gone to sleep. I pulled my face up and tried to look at my alarm clock. Three thirteen? That didn't make sense. It was too bright to be three in the morning. And it wasn’t possible I had slept until the afternoon. Even if I somehow could have slpet that long surely my mom would have waken me, I had school. The electricity must have gone out and the clock reset…

But as my eyes adjusted more, I realized something was not right. The light was not sunlight, it seemed artificial. Had I left my light on and fallen asleep.? No, the light was coming from outside and had a bluish hue, as if someone was shining a spotlight in my room. Suddenly the light focused into a large beam and shone on me. So it was still the middle night, but was what the light? I was so confused. I tried to sit up. I couldn’t. My body couldn’t move at all. I panicked and tried to jump up but not a single muscle would move. It was like I was paralyzed. Just a second ago I could move, what was going on? Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up. No one was in there lifting me, it was like I was floating. I tried to cry out, to call for help; my parents were in the next room over. I couldn't speak or make any noise. Why didn’t my parents notice this light? Why couldn’t I move, why couldn’t I scream? This had to be a nightmare.

I was floating on the beam of light, up towards its source. Suddenly my window swung open and I floated out through it. I tried to scream again as I felt the cool night air against my skin but again no sound came. As I floated towards the source it became so bright that I was blinded by it and could see nothing. This had to be a nightmare. I must be dreaming. But try as I might I could not make myself wake up. I felt myself being lifted and lifted. Then I blacked out.

The Antlion (Part 1)

Background on Art:
For this commission, I requested from Faustie a scene involving two damsels strolling on the beach where they were ambushed by a creature.  The creature was to be roughly like an "antlion," in that it lurked under the sand and ambushed its prey and pulled it in.  This was a two part commission but I have decided to really expand on the story so it will be more than two parts.




(Prologue…)

It was 3 AM local time and outside of the luxurious beachside resort in Thailand, the only noise that filled the peaceful night’s air was that of the waves rolling in and out. Up in the sky, amongst the full moon and thousands of stars, a single star shot through the sky. Falling rapidly, it began to glow red as it entered the earth’s atmosphere. With a dull whistle it shot rapidly towards the beach, but as it neared the sea level it rapidly slowed. Still, it struck the sandy beach with a lot of force, and in an explosion of sand, it created a small crater. At that hour, there was no one about so no one saw the meteor strike the surface. If they had, they would have noticed that thing that had fallen from the sky was actually not a meteor, but some sort of glowing metal capsule. The capsule started to rotate like a drill bit and slowly dug itself even deeper, the sand around it falling on top of it as it did, filling the hole that it made behind it until it was completely buried. Still the capsule dug, deeper, hundreds of feet, for a destination and purpose unknown. When the high tide came in the water eroded what remained of the hole, filling the small crater with sand and erasing all evidence of the impact.

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Weird Science (Part 1)

Background on Art:
This was the first picture in a four part commission. I only gave Faustie a very rough outline of what I wanted to transpire in the series of pictures and deferred to him on the details. In fact, for this picture I only asked for a picture of a large creature capturing a poor damsel, and it was Faustie who came up with the awesome abomination above. I had requested a very small commission from Faustie several years before, and the awesome detail he put into this creature, and the series of pictures as a whole, really illustrated how far his artistic abilities had developed. When he sent the picture and the later ones in the series, he outlined to me how he had imagined this creature and what its intentions were, and actually that is what inspired me to take his idea and develop it into a short story, which I orignally posted on his website.

My eyes fluttered opened and I sat up quickly. For a moment, I assumed I was awakening in the library and had fallen asleep studying again.  It made sense at first; the last thing I remembered was reading and taking notes from my macroeconomics book, and my eyes growing heavy.  But as my eyes adjusted to the light I realized I was not slumped over, leaning on a table in the library with my head resting on a book.  I wasn't in the library at all.  Instead I found myself lying on the floor in a dimly lit gray room.  The room was massive, like it was a warehouse or something.  But there were no visible doors or windows.  Literally everything around me was gray, the floors the walls and the ceiling.  The only thing that wasn't gray was the dull fluorescent lighting on the ceiling.  As I took in my surroundings, completely puzzled, I tried to think of what could have happened to me that took me from the library to this mysterious place.

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