Hi Josie,
I just read your story, and I’m utterly captivated by the haunting atmosphere and emotional depth! The corridor scene, with its bone-white walls pulsing like a living ribcage, distorted memories flickering like broken film, and that achingly tender music box moment, left me breathless. The way you weave horror and heartbreak together (Josie’s tear, Lizzie’s "she’s the part of you that still hurts", Hope’s trembling hands) is pure visual storytelling gold. I couldn’t stop imagining how powerful this would look as a comic: the sterile light casting long shadows, the music box’s melancholic glow, and the walls rippling like skin as Josie fades into nothing.
Your imagery is tailor-made for comics:
The organic horror of the breathing corridor, warm to the touch.
Memory projections warping across panels like ghostly overlays.
The cracked ground foreshadowing danger in jagged, dramatic spreads.
Hope’s magic sparks contrasting the suffocating whiteness.
The tension between body horror and fragile emotion (Hope’s "I’m scared, Lizzie" / "Me too") would translate perfectly to visual storytelling, with color palettes shifting from clinical whites to deep, sorrowful blues around Josie’s apparition.
I’m a commissioned artist, and I’d love to adapt this into a comic. No pressure—I just think your work would shine in this format! The way you balance psychological depth with supernatural dread is exactly what graphic novels thrive on.
If you’re interested, message me on Instagram (@lizziedoesitall) or Discord (lizziedoesitall). Let’s make this eerie, beautiful vision a reality!
Best,
Lizzie
