Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 153: Since the reporters hadnt shown up yet, Allison leisurely browsed through some comics at the mall.

Her attention was drawn away when she heard a soft voice from a nearby corner.

Excuse me, miss… Would you like to take a look at my comics? Turning around, she saw a young man with a boyish face crouched in the corner.

Before him lay a few comics, arranged in a modest display clearly an attempt to promote his work.

Unfortunately, anyone passing by barely spared him a glance.

Its fine if you dont want to buy them.

If you like it, I can give it to you for free.

Just take a look, thats all I ask, he said, his gaze flickering with a hint of envy toward Onyxs polished stall, quickly masking it with a friendly grin.

Im not famous, but I hope this story might brighten your day, even just a little.

Allison, with time to kill, crouched down and picked up one of his comics.

To her surprise, his artwork was diverse and inviting, each panel imbued with a tender warmth that was hard to ignore.

The cover of the comic she held featured a delightfully clumsy cat, its fluffy, round body perched by a window, attempting to act cute.

Her heart softened; there was something undeniably endearing about it.

The cat in this story is inspired by one I used to have, the young man explained, a fondness glowing in his eyes.

Back when I lived in the countryside, it was just me and the cat.

I try to capture that feeling, hoping it brings a bit of warmth to everyone who reads it.

Allison flipped open the comic and noticed the name Garry Schmidt scribbled inside.

It seemed to be his real name.

Your art is really impressive.

Why hasnt anyone bought it? Have you thought about submitting your work to a publisher? These drafts are great, but you could definitely take them further.

His talent was clear the way he balanced the pacing, the smooth progression of each scene, all carried a quiet charm.

The animals he drew had a lovable awkwardness, the landscapes felt naturally serene, and his characters, like the young boy in shorts, exuded innocence and simplicity.

lowered his head, looking

arent smooth

something more action-packed, and publishers worry my stories wouldnt

been giving them away

thought for

of your transitions are a bit rough, especially when you move from

makes things feel a

more pages, her eyes

thing is, your art

Its the flow.

the transitions and building a smoother rhythm, your work could

the

of bottling lifes moments and turning them into an entirely

most vivid memories you

that, your transitions will start to

after all, every

to one of the chapters, she offered a more

one spot where you

a camera, gradually panning to a new angle, subtly hinting

into the next scene

brow, clearly eager to understand but

get what youre saying… but how do I go about it? Allison

Garry in the right direction, his talent could be the key

a pencil on the floor, picked it up, and found

few quick strokes, she sketched a playful Persian cat, its large,

Here, she said.

a look at

hit the

Impressive! he stammered.

just a few fluid strokes, it was clear Allisons

and perspective,

speed

Persian cat she had drawn emerged a serene country path, flanked by wheat fields rippling like golden waves under the

the background, its waters babbling quietly as if alive in the

true artist didnt just paint a picture they breathed life into

a scene; it

the scent of wheat heavy in the air, and the warm breeze carrying the fragrance

it, the more familiar it

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