Meet Gus

Gus is my first fully human 3D character. This is a quick test of motion, shadow and textured terrain. It's short but I love it. 

Wait till you see what Gus does next.

Dr. Socket - Forgiveness

Dr. Socket and the gang discuss the mechanisms of forgiveness

100 words – Toxic

I tried to work with him but his toxic personality prevented any form of cooperation. He committed every business sin...

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100 Words – Sand Storms

The nomads gathered at the oasis to wait out the sand storms. A few knew each other from past seasons...

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Hey Bob - Mount Doom

Will Bob and Lorry survive a visit to Mount Doom? Is this the end for our intrepid heroes? Or, like so many ends, is there a new beginning on the horizon?

100 Words – Cats In The Corn

The dusty sunset is full of cat screams. They are angry and elusive. We can hear them, but can’t find...

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Clayman and The Box

My built-from-scratch 3D guy, Clayman, has his first adventure.

I built and animated Clayman in Blender. Edited the video in Lightworks. I even did the music myself using FreePiano.

100 Words – Watermelon

Last night I had a dream that I was planting a flower bed, but nothing would grow except watermelons. Whatever...

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Dr. Socket Meets Clyde

A new patient for Dr. Socket.

100 Words – Road Trip

The road trip took ten hours, not six. My friend talked the whole time about the difference between satori and...

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Clyde Hates ...

Clyde hates many things, including himself. Tonight though, he has found a special outlet for his hatred.

100 Words – Stoic

The funniest man I ever met was an unrelenting stoic. He never laughed. He never smiled. He never pet the...

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Hey Bob - Bunnies

Bob and Lorry fall into yet another alternate universe. Things go about as well as expected.

100 Words – Apology

The police officer sympathized when I explained that I was deipnophobic, the fear of eating in public, and had to...

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Hey Bob - The Raise

Bob and Lorry get more than they bargained for when they ask the animator for a raise.

100 Words – Bible Season

Back at college in Iowa I always looked forward to bible season. Every fall the doom patrol would take to...

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100 Words – Whose Books?

Smiley has a large bookcase of borrowed books. They were placed in chronological order of when he obtained them. He...

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Dr. Socket Election Special

The extreme violence support group plans the future direction of the country.

100 Words – Cottonwood

I walked twice to the left around the cottonwood tree. I felt like a fool, but what did I have...

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100 Words – Industrial Archaeology

Some call it junk-picking. I call it an Industrial Archaeology. Someone needs to document for future generations the bizarre habits...

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Hey Boy - Hungry Junction

Bob and Lorry are transported to my newly created 3D town, Hungry Junction. There are once again ungrateful for the gifts I give them.

Hey Rancher Bob

Bob underestimates the power of the animator.

Hey Rancher Bob

Bob underestimates the power of the animator.

100 Words – Empath

Linda’s childhood was horrific. Everyone, everywhere, screamed their emotions at her. She didn’t know what was happening to her and...

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Dr. Socket - Urinal Cakes

Dr. Socket and his extreme violence therapy group have an in-depth political discussion.

100 Words – Artists Revolt

On the day that the artists revolted I sat on the front porch to witness the craziness. Decades of being...

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Waiting

100 Words – Sword

She sat silently in the dark, admitting defeat and plotting her revenge. She vowed that his cult of charisma would fall. Reason would prevail. She didn’t actually believe that either, so she went to the attic and dug out her father’s Knights of Columbus sword.

Ten steps out of the house, sword in hand, she realized that her plan was lacking in details. First, what will happen if she’s spotted by the police? Then the cop pulled up.

“Mayor Karl?” He asked.

“Yes!” She answered.

“He’s cornered at the YMCA. Ride?”

She climbed in with three other heavily armed women.

#100words

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100 Words – The Family Orphan

Smiley always thought of himself as an orphan. He had parents, and many brothers and sisters, but he never felt connected to them. He was dark and weird. No good at sports. No good at school.

The first thing he was good at was wandering around town and talking to the old drunks. In them he found the world-weary wisdom he needed to grow and evolve. Lessons in pain and longing that he realized already lived inside him the moment he heard them. Past life leftovers maybe.

Now he lives a happy life of little purpose. Content in his stasis.

#100words

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100 Words – Trash Heap Angel

She was the angel of the trash heap. Fallen and halo-less. Trying to work her way back into heaven by separating the souls from the dumped dog carcasses and showing them which way to go. Their wagging tails her only reward.

She was once beautiful and beloved. Over the centuries ego and vanity crept in. One day she tired of subservience and climbed on the shoulders of her co-angels. Standing over them she saw the infinity of creation. Her mind snapped. She came back to consciousness in the land fill. Spending the rest of eternity as a canine crossing guard.

#100words

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100 Words – Desire

Pray for me, object of my deepest desire. Lift me from my dungeon. Be the light at the end of my tunnel. Sing me lurid lullabies. Do things to me in the dark. Feed me Ring Dings. Bathe me in your gaze. Wash my pillow cases in the kitchen sink. Etc.

Why do you not respond? Where is the fire between us? Who was that man? Where are they taking me?

Woe is me, for I will never taste your lovely lips. I will die, having never experienced the bliss of loving you. At least, that’s what the judge says.

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100 Words – No Novel

Raul spent his life under the illusion that he would one day write a novel. Toward this endeavor he exerted no effort. He had no typewriter, tape recorder or even a working pen. He had a laptop but never realized that even Notepad can be used for writing.

Yet he dreamed of writing the great American novel. He knew nothing of plots, scenes, character development, or sentence structure. Despite all that, he was sure one drunken weekend he would somehow puke out a great work of fiction.

Some dreams are destined to remain dreams. Some folks are just hopeless posers.

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100 Words – The Box

Among the rubble of the demolished building was a safe. Inside the safe was a large sealed box. I don’t mean locked, or chained or anything weak like that. I mean sealed. Welded all the way around. No one could get in, and as some suggested, nothing could get out.

The demolition workers were not impressed. “Just another time capsule.” Though none could explain the welds. Curiosity got the best of them and they cut it open. It was empty, except for the smell of bitter perfume. The workers had weird dreams that night. They all quit the next day.

#100words #box #bitterperfume

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100 Words – Potvalor

She fed him sausages and homemade beer. Both were strong. Soon they were both full and drunk. Potvalor, her mother used to call it. The courage of the drunk.

They pounced on each other, just as she had planned. Their comfort with each other finally overcome by the passion they both secretly held. As they rolled on the couch, random bits of clothing became dislodged. She was in heaven.

Then they both got the beer farts. They tried their best to carry on, but the embarrassment and the smell destroyed the mood. They fell asleep giggling in each other’s arms.

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100 Words – Water Baby

She was born a water baby. Even at just a crawl she sought out water. Puddles, then streams, rivers, lakes and finally the ocean. Her heart nearly broke from excitement at her first sight of waves. She sat down among them, knowing she had found home and peace.

After that she never lived far from an ocean. She couldn’t always see it but she knew it was there. She could taste it on the breeze.

When it was her time she went to it. Waved goodbye to life and walked in. The waves accepted her and fed her to forever.

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100 Words – Farmers Lonely

She dreams of a small farm with horses, baby goats and exotic birds. He dreams of driving a pickup truck and welding tractor parts. They would be a match made in heaven if they didn’t hate each other.

They met on a rural dating website. They were surprised that they had several mutual friends who all blessed their meeting. Both felt the pressure to make it work.

It started well. The difficult topics of politics and religion were breached without any roadblocks. Both wanted children. Then they hit the wall. She liked the Mud Hens. He was a RubberDucks fan.

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100 Words – Bucket Drip

Drip. A drop in the bucket. Drip, drip, drip. More drops in the bucket. Another pint and she’ll be empty, but the bucket is only half full. I’ll need another “her.”

For all the wrong reasons, it has to be a her. I have no excuses, no apologies, no manifesto. I just do these things because they appear in my head.

There are no voices, only thoughts. Thoughts lead to actions. Actions lead to these horrors I commit. I wish someone would stop me, but they are all stupid.

Maybe I need to leave better clues. Like the Batman villains.

#100words #bucket #drip

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100 Words – Bad Dream Catcher

As a means to revenge on her cheating asshole of a boyfriend she sliced his dream catcher in two. His cursed dream catcher. The curse was just one of the many secrets he kept.

She spent days in a waking nightmare of evil. No monsters or demons, just people. Real people doing things to each other beyond horror. Visions of torture, physical and mental, filled her mind. Then the visions would fade to a black space surrounding his face, twisted in pain.

The horrors were so terrifying that she almost forgave him. Almost. A doomed asshole is still an asshole.

#100words #baddreamcatcher

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100 Words – Trophy

The huge trophy appeared to be of polished silver, when viewed from 30 feet. The closer you got, the more plastic it became. With every step the glean turned green. The name carved into the base became shaky and amateurish.

But it was my trophy. I earned it. A season of hard work. I took the third step on the podium full of pride and the cute clerk from the front desk handed it to me.

I put it with pride in my living room on a pile of books, which was the closest thing I had to a mantle.

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100 Words – Transfer Station

The woman with the clipboard met me at the transfer station gate. My little pickup truck was out of place among the giant garbage trucks. My paranoia screamed. I kept checking the mirrors for angry relatives. None appeared.

My load was just one tarnished old statute of civil war era family embarrassment. I was nominated to remove it and drive it three towns away because I’m the only one with a truck, and I wasn’t a racist asshole. Lucky me. I may sell the truck.

The woman shrugged her shoulders. I paid the dump fee and she waved me in.

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