SLCC Countdown Day 8: Snow White

Today for the SL Comic Con countdown, we begin with the first of the 12 tales that I have completed inking.  I am experimenting with digitally coloring these, but finishing that is going to take some time.  So I figured i would share the black and white versions and share the colored ones later when they are done.

So here is Snow White from my Twelve Tales series.  Check out the coloring book here: 12 Tales Coloring Book

Here is the story segment from the coloring book:

“Chirping at the windowsill were her bird friends; a few
wrens and a robin.  It had become a habit every morning for
Snow to leave the crumbs and crusts from the meal the night
before on the sill for the birds.   This morning she was
late and mama robin was letting her know what she thought 
of that.

    They had no fear of her, they never had.  Birds
liked her, so did her nurse’s grouchy cat, and her fathers
hunting dogs, and the horses, the squirrels, the deer, and
the goats.  She couldn’t remember having met an animal that
did not like her. Even people liked her, with the notable
exception of her step mother.  

    She crumbled up the crust of bread for the birds and
sighed.  It wasn’t that she was unhappy, in fact she was
happier than she felt she had a right to be, given her
situation.  However on mornings like these  with the sun
shining just so she couldn’t help but remember her life in
her father’s castle.  She missed him and his household so
much.  She wondered what they were doing without her as she
picked up the broom from the corner by the hearth  and began
to sweep.

    She was so lost in memory that she didn’t notice the
birds had stopped singing, or that a cloud had covered the
morning sun.

    A sharp knock sounded loudly on the door and Snow,
startled, dropped the broom.  Looking in at her through the
small round window in the door was a small old woman.  She
was bent and hunched in a tattered cloak and only stood as
tall as one of the dwarves.  Her hands were long fingered
and were gnarled with age.  In her hands she carried a
basket full of apples.

“Good morning Dearie, Could you spare a sip of water for an
old lady?  I would gladly give you one of my delicious
apples for the kindness…””


Yep I wrote it too, wanted to be a writer when I was young.  Not as good at it as I was back in high school when I wrote all the time.  Flirted with the idea of re-writing all of the tales with my own spin on them for the book but that would be too long and would take me years to finish.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s countdown treat!


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