Everybody who's ever lived returns from the dead on a planet circled by an endless river. Given a second chance to grow up, will they learn to live happily ever after?

On this story you are following very different people have "failed in life" in 2050. They unite to overthrow the government and change the unfair system they live in. Wanting to work their way up the hierarchy one after another gets confronted with their past and has to work on them self to overcome their addictions. What to read a story with a cartoone childish art style and not so children appropriate story? You are interested in addictions and other mental illnesses? Then you are right here! Disclaimer: I'm not a professional and while I try to do as much research on each mental disorder and addiction, it is possible you may experience it differently than they do.Ever person is different and so are they. Also I may be doing some mistakes. If you are part of any group i portrayed and i got something wrong,you are free to leave some constructive Feedback and i will give my best to improve! To add to that, you should always do your own research and listen to people who are ready to tell their story! TW drug abuse,gambling

January 28, 2003 was the coldest day of that year. It tore the Green family apart and only their 5-year-old son, Rory, survived. Now all that's left for Rory is his uncle, Todd Blue— a young, best-selling author rather unequipped for concepts such as "raising a child." From a world where colors are more than what’s in your eyes. It’s even in your last name! [ This comic contains honest depictions of family trauma. Viewer discretion is advised. ]

Wordless one-shot, this story starts were the short story- Ancient Royals- ended.

This is a Preview book of the World of PKS CoMiX created by me Paul Kent Sewell. Look over the preview book and feel free to contact me and let me know which of these stories you would like to see featured on this global network first. It's a way to introduce my upcoming works to fellow creators.

Little Brown is the chicken that crossed the road. Nobody why, but does it matter? Maybe she simply crossed to get to The Otherside? Is that reason enough?

When a motionless giant is left as a reminder of the most painful day of your life, all you want to do is burn it to the bloody ground!

Hogden is a totally average 15-year-old kid...but he hates being perceived. Modern technology—namely, the internet—is his mortal enemy. To him, there is nothing creepier than an apparatus that monitors, harvests, and stores your data. Your every move. Don't laugh at him. I see you snickering. I bet you think you're safe from your pugstagram you post daily dog pics on, or that security cam you have planted in your wall... I bet you think Hogden's being a little ridiculous, don't you? Well, we'll see. We'll see who gets the last laugh.

The earth got messed up by a god who has no maturity. No one knows how or when the earth was destroyed, but one thing remained. Money is everything and more.

‘Light. Darkness. Purgatory. Hell? Heaven?’ Lucius does not know where he is. Just this morning he was carefully illuminating the pages of The Rule and now, now he sees his beloved cantor with an arrow wedged right in between his emerald-green eyes. He thinks of God. He is thinking about how his Holy Father must have suffered, seeing his beloved Son on the Cross. He wonders if Jesus has thought of the smell of the wood of the Cross that he has been nailed to. He looks at his Brothers and thinks about what was the last thing they felt. Did the Cantor pick up on the high pitched sound of the arrow that took his life piercing the air with an ungodly speed? Did the Scriptor die while feeling such a familiar touch of paper on his hands? He closes his eyes. He opens them, and he's no longer there. The forest keeps him safe, for now. "But the Devil still lurks." He thinks to himself. Before him, the horrors of that morning stand before his lying eyes. It's too much, and with the last goodbye of his Prior hovering, like a whispered benediction, above his head, he leaves. Lucius hopes to find God again in the world outside the monastery, but is that what awaits for him; the kinship of a needed light, spread out for him to see? Those walls had hardly been left by him before, and one wonders if a man of the cloth can realise himself as a saint or a sinner, a beast or angel, mortal or spirit, where one can only come to find humanity instead.