I’ve never had any luck. Infact, my entire life has been plagued by bad luck. It just follows me around like a bad smell. I was born unlucky, and it’s followed me around ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitter and I wouldn’t swap my life for the world, but couldn’t I have just a bit of what other people have?
It is said that life crawled up from the slime of the sea-bottoms and became ‘Human’ because of some inherent greatness that was bred into us before the dawn of time.
But perhaps this urge was not as formless as we might have first thought…
They are stories of heroism, strength and of courage. Stories in which one person can stand up against the darkness that surrounds us, and say with total conviction and self-belief; that they are the ‘light’. We see pages full of colour and life, in which kinetic action moves across the panels. Dancing in front of our eyes, filling our imagination with endless possibilities…
Comics are a way of life for so many people, but do we truly understand their power?
And if that power was ever unleashed, what would we create?
A superhero, or perhaps…a monster?
How would you spend the last few moments of your existence? Would it be with the one you love? Also more importantly, what would you vote as the best song ever to celebrate the end of the world?
While a backyard tree bellows silently in the wind; Barbara Knox attends her husband David’s crematorium service. Naturally she is sad but also secretly, a little angry. You see, there are unresolved issues between the two of them and questions that still remain unanswered.
However as we will soon discover; David’s story isn’t yet over. He needs her help and somehow he finds a way to turn back to Barbara, back to her glow. Just for one last time…
Dylan and Blodwyn are sat on a Welsh mountainside about to start their weekly picnic. However the picnic basket remains closed, and we can only but guess what they’ve brought along to eat. Who knows, perhaps they’ve forgotten to bring anything at all? It’s happened before.
They’ve been sat in silence for some time now. The sky remaining overcast and the air hanging heavy and thick. Suddenly; Blodwyn recalls the question she wanted to ask. The questions she knew she had to ask. She turns to Dylan and begins to speak…
Long ago when the universe was young. Alicia Harker, the Twelfth Daughter of Destiny, took the mettle of a dead god and forged it into a bronze hand. That hand would bestow good fortune on anyone who owned it. She then discarded it by a roadside, where it might be found and passed from person to person, bringing good fortune to those who’d done nothing to deserve it.
And once every hundred years, she sets out on an adventure to discover it and see what its latest beneficiary’s made of a luck so randomly granted. Well, at least that was the plan…