You would provide rough storyboard panels depicting major scenes and characters to give a general idea of the visual aspect of the story. Your art would not need to be very highly detailed but would be expected to evoke a strong visual language consistently throughout the narrative. There would be more direction upon the next stage of development if you are considered.
A comic book style is preferred, but not strictly required. Other styles will be happily considered as well!
If you have any questions or need for clarification before submitting, please feel free to message me directly.
For consideration, please link previous work you believe showcases your talent. Alternatively, or in addition to previous work, please draw up a brief 1-3 panels depicting the following excerpt from the narrative:
The wooden boards and beams just over my head creaked under the slow, assertive footsteps. I could hear muffled voices, unfamiliar voices, but couldn’t make out the words. Though, I could guess what was being said. This day was bound to come, so my mother warned us all our lives. I looked across the crawlspace to my sisters, huddled together in the corner, shaking in fear. Not that it took much to make them afraid.
Then, all at once, everything went still. The hatch was yanked open, and the crawlspace was flooded by a shining cone of light. My [two] sisters looked like the horrified subjects in those ancient paintings, recoiling with hanging jaws.
One by one, we were led out of the crawlspace and into the living room. There were four other retrievers standing around to greet us, alongside my mother and father, who were pleading for them to look the other way.
One retriever, apparently the one in charge, sighed and spoke.
“You know you can’t hide children, madame, sir,” she said. “The law is very clear.”
“Please,” my mother pleaded, “I beg you not to take them! My children, please… please don’t take—"
“Madame,” the retriever stopped my mother with a hand. “Allow me to be frank. Your children won’t go anywhere today. I don’t know what rumors you’ve heard about this process, but the odds are very much in your favor. We’ll examine everyone in your village and leave empty-handed like always. I promise you, your family will be whole. Just cooperate with us.”
The retriever’s sincere words and calm tone seemed to talk my mother down from her panic. Though not entirely pleased, she quieted down and left the retrievers to their work. The retrievers then ushered us out of our home and into the village courtyard.
It was there that my sisters and I were put into line with everyone else we knew in the village. All our friends and neighbors. They had already gone through the healthy adults, and now all the young people and children had to be verified. I was put into line with everyone else my age, and one by one, the others would approach the medic at the front and have a blood sample taken. The courtyard was filled with the sounds of feet hesitantly shuffling on the gravel, and the chirps of the testing devices producing negative readings.
After a dozen others, it was my turn.
