Unabated Lemon
Bio
I am always trying to expand my range and hone my craft. I also do light animation, game development, script work, and hopefully soon to be business owner of an animation studio. Follow me at unabated.newgrounds.com for everything else I do
Stories (19/0)
The Lagoona Lighthouse
I was outside perched on what little dock there was on my station. The light was illuminating the empty green sea water. The winds were the best sign of the coming winter month chilling what little exposed skin I happened to have. A hat pulled all the way down and a scarf wrapped so much around my face that it only had a slit revealing the world beyond my nose.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
A True Story About Zombies
Growing up in the country you didn’t have a lot of options to entertain yourself. It was being a farm boy, meth, or sometimes worse. Rotting your brain on the dumb sides of the interenet. My friends definitely did what we could to rot our brains with various theories and pseudo science possibilities of the future so much that we came up with plans of what to do if zombies were real. What our plans were. Skills we would need. It was always in the back of our minds and we would talk about it at least once a week during lunch.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Confessions
Oji
I currently don’t garner a possession of any animals which to an extent is littered with its own unfortunate circumstance. Though I could regale you with a story of a remarkable animal that has made such a massive impact on my life that no other animal could fill his shoes. In some cases literally.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Petlife
Lost in an Empty Sea
As a struggling writer and animator I find it hard to enjoy the little things in life. Having next to no money trying to cut a little piece into this world where I can share my work and make a profit on it seems to be getting harder and harder everyday. It feels like on the daily that nobody has time for the regular artist just trying to produce his style or brand of content. Getting seen and getting heard is the struggle for creators combating other creators for slices of pie.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Journal
The Heart of Snowmar
Tomar pats the freshly turned dirt with his shovel and wipes his brow before letting out a sigh of relief. “There,” he says to himself. Almost to make this all feel more real, “the last of the Tomar Emeralds are hidden.” Confident that nobody saw him he traveled home using what little residual power the emeralds left within him. His driving his pink convertible something, it helped him cope with his burdens. The burdens of all that power he possessed. The wind flowing around him, he could feel the inhuman speeds he was able to make the car travel at. Weaving carelessly through traffic.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Fires
Outside in the blazing white winds of Canada, I was pulling a sled through the shards of ice being blown around by the harsh winds. Each one like little daggers jittering around on the ground when they ran out of breath, flying through the air with only hate and intent to kill anything above ground level. I can hear the constant chattering of the shards bouncing off my plate armor that encased my electrothermal coat keeping me toasty.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Days of the Farm
It was our last day on the family farm. After Paw died we lost all direction and the bank starting taking things away from us. I wasn’t old enough to know no better. They just took advantage of my Maw. She wasn’t smart by any means but she had a heart bigger than anythin’ I’ve ever seen. I never thought I would see the day a wounded bear would bow to someone ‘til that day she pulled one out da trap one of our neighbor’s had set.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
Lost a Home
Sitting at my desk, filing the last of my cases I finished not too long ago. It wasn’t a big case. Just a cheating spouse case. Pays the bills. It is all anyone wants from you in the private sector. Most of the exciting stuff is handled by those who follow district lines and have a boss. I feel like neither of us are appreciated by the general public if they even think we exist. And we aren’t paid well. People always want information but the ones in need can never pay and the ones who never like to.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Marigold
There it was. It seemed so permanent being in stone. I felt like before this point, standing in the rain ruining a black suit with grief, that she would walk back through that door to the bedroom. Wearing something fancy and a smile. The smile was all I cared about. Now I am stuck here with tears in my eyes masked by the tears of some deity sharing its grief with me. Almost like it too was sorry that it took her from me. Everyone has to go sometime. Just not thirty-five years young and full of love. Full of life.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
Looking Back at the Present
Staring at the chalk outline wasn’t getting me anywhere. Three homicides in the same month. If this was linked to the others earlier this year, he was picking up in my district. She was thirty-two. Blonde but had a brown wig on. Probably what made her the target. Night walker by the way she was dressed and whatever clown college she went to, to learn to put on makeup. Poor ‘thing’ never stood a chance. To be fair she probably wasn’t going to last long in a normal life anyway if this was the road she was going down. People don’t pick her life because things are going well.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams of the Sea
The ping of the sonar ringed rhythmically. “Still working. We got maybe another hour before we meet any anomalous stuff anyway.” Captain Daniels shouted over the radio. I don’t know why he was shouting other than pure habit from sailing in the storms and needing to be heard.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
