To any linguists who were offended by yesterday’s comic, I offer this UNOFFICIAL BUT 100% CANON followup.

To any linguists who were offended by yesterday’s comic, I offer this UNOFFICIAL BUT 100% CANON followup.

Alternate ending for Comic #766
Early draft of Comic #739.
First draft of comic #737.
First crack at comic #719.
I’m frankly quite surprised this version made it as far as this. (Early version of Comic #715)
I had to get this out so I could get on with writing something actually good.
Left on the cutting room floor from Comic #695
Left on the cutting room floor from comic #687.

Rejected verse from the 2011 Wondermark Calendar.

The snow lay thick that winter morn when Theo snuck outside —

His mom was sick, and he had sworn to never leave her side.

But something in that chilly air had called his name for weeks.

A shimmering, not fully there, brought blood into his cheeks.

"Who’s there?" he cried, in voice as hoarse as dust, from years indoors;

(His ma’d been comatose, of course, since Carter followed Ford.)

"It’s me," he heard it said — by whom? Impossible to tell!

"Your mother! I’ve been dead since June!" (That would explain the smell.)