I just came across a fantastic flicker photo stream belonging to an artist calling himself The Searcher (Derek Chatwood).

He has a series of “pop comic inspired artwork” called Color in which each image is pared with a short story/blurb.

Go check them out.

Here are some of my picks:

Prof. Hardy Swift, playboy scientist and archeologist adventurer, returns to face his toughest challenge yet. Entire city blocks are vanishing, from cities around the world! Meanwhile, Swift’s satellites pick up startling news! A death ray from deep space is on a collision course with Earth! Mind-bendingly fired at us over a million years ago! The Prof and his team, geologist space-pilot Race “Whiz” Charger, and physicist stunt-driver Pete “Dash” Peterson, assemble once again to play it smooth, tackle evil and wrestle victory from the clutches of the impossible!

What is the shocking truth of the million year death ray? Who is the mysterious woman in the forgotten submarine beneath the arctic? What is her connection to Swift, and the vanishing cities? Join Dash, Whiz and Prof Swift and find out!

Ego. Hal Jordan was walking ego. His excuse was that he had to be. The Green Lantern was powered by will. No will, no power.

For some reason, that day, Batman wasn’t having it. He called Hal out, and told him he shouldn’t underestimate the abilities of his team-mates. Hal laughed. C’mon Bruce, you know how this works. Whatever I can think of, whatever I put my will to, the ring can make happen. I can move a planet if I want to. I can do anything.

Hal, Batman said, as he rose from his chair. In some ways, you’re the weakest member in the League.

Green Lantern was stunned. Wha? Why would you say that?

Because it’s true, Bruce said. I know something virtually every other member of the League can do, but you can’t. Me. Aquaman. Elongated Man. Even Tigra. But. not. you.

Try me, Hal said. The room was silent. A dozen heroes sat in their chairs motionless, unwilling to even breathe. They waited for Batman to speak, to somehow prove Hal wrong.

Alright, Hal, Batman started. Green Lantern. If you can do everything I can, anything we can do. Then do this one thing.

Change colors.

This happened at least once a week. Hal was exceptionally easy to screw with.

May and Agnes ran down the hall to the multi-purpose room. They couldn’t really run, of course, but that’s how they felt. It was almost five thirty, the dance was in full swing. He was already there, surrounded by harlots and whores. Not one under 70. May knew Agnes had really taken a shine to him. Agnes thought May was his favorite. They had been best friends since before the war, The Great War, and swore they wouldn’t get cross or fight over him.

He caught their gaze from across the room, and smiled.

Once they found the masks, their lives changed. When they went out, people noticed them, liked them. Being the center of attention, being noticed at all. It had become addictive.

Kevin even got to make out with a woman last month. Wayne doesn’t think he’s taken off the mask since, not for sleep, or eating. He never took showers much. Wayne too, hardly took it off anymore. When he dreams, his face is just the mask, and he wonders what that means.

Last week, he forgot Kevin’s name. He stared at his friend, and stared, but for words, only “Sopapea” would come. It felt right. He knew it should not have. He stared in the mirror, trying to recall what color his hair was. It wasn’t important.