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Viktor Enns
- Germany
- Last Record: 2013-03-09 07:25:04 -0600
- Joined: Jun 24, 2010
- http://ennsviktor.com
all written things i like
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Lonely Lisa lived her life as lonely as life could be lived lonesomely. She took care of her mom and mothered her brother, but she never learned how to love a man. Sick of no date on valentines ... |
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Kids Book
Why Am I Here? The child wakes up in the morning and decides he wants to know more about life and why we are all here. Whats the purpose? He goes about his ordinary ... |
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THIS IS SOMETHING I WROTE I WHILE AGO AND FOUND AGAIN. LET ME KNOW HOW YA FEEL...
CHAN The fine line of our sanity, is only bequeathed unto us behind a brick wall of REA... |
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i learn all my best tricks from the kids down the street with the cards on their bike wheels to make it go tick tick tick, but they never ride through the meadow on the side of the road where th... |
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When he woke up he didn't recognize the room, or the girl lying in bed next to him. He closed his eyes and simply stayed there, holding his breath, not moving. He opened them again and sat up strai...
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based on the myth of Icarus, through his father's eyes
****************************************************************************************** i'll fuel your escape as an ar... |
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The Daughter of RED and yellow,
I AM ORANGE. Orange like a carrot with a satisfying CRUNCH! Orange like an orange, JUICY and FRESH! Orange like the feet... |
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There is a voodoo doll in my front porch
a pin through the heart a pin through the head someone pushed this little person through my letter box more interesting then my bl... |
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venns remarked on 06-29-2010
"rachel good stuff. how about you post it as a separate record instead of a remark. that way we can heart the rubies out of the stories." |
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we are skeletal
lovers, curled like spindles wrapped around each other, a wheel our skin so bruised from hitting into each other, trying to merge... |
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My Dearest Alberforth,
I have no idea whether or not this will reach you. The nice gentleman from the Time Travel Tourist Agency has given me instructions, written down and has also ass... |
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List all your sweetalicious tools of art making here.
I use... Software Adobe Creative Suite 4 Production Premium Apple Final Cut Pro 7 Quicktime Pro 7 Har... |
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**'Flash fiction; your story in 1000 words or less!'
It read like an advert for used cars. Perky and preppy. Everything to hide.** Picturing: A fifties housewife. Vera or Sandy. Mar... |
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I loved Ryan Patrick's tragic story of a man who loses his daughter and after I read it this poem came out :) Hope you like it Ryan!
Old Man Oscar planned his battles expertly indeed |
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An interchange about a catflap using made up words for the BYOW collab
The Day Morgan M. Morganesen’s Luck Changed Morgan M. Morgansen was a capricitious califrag, who spent h... |
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Inspired by a convo over at http://www.hitrecord.org/records/95658/forum
So sidetracked we by sideshow stalls By superficial rise and falls By showmen and by marketeers Th... |
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Please read through this - I spent 4 hours writing it because I believe it is THAT important - and you will see that I am - in no way - supporting the idea that Joe should SHARE his position as Cre...
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The text of Rudyard Kipling's beautiful poem, that I have used in a video I made for HitRecord.
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losi... |
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Over the course of centuries music has taken many forms. In the 21st century music had found its way into the digital era. It could now be stored on a device no bigger then a thumb and could be car...
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for all i know
i don't know how since then and now since your perjury and vow i take a bow, i kneel. s'it disillusionment i feel? there are judgements to repeal b... |
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as sky's dark hues above a murky stream |
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Based on a conversation with my best friend who was the inspiration for this adaption
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He needs to be
held and consoled and for you to coo and be fat and feminine - He needs a woman to lift him up, put his paperwork in order, give him a list of goals and |
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She hides her body
blushing and says she went to that field naked to be closer to the earth and closer to god Naked, as He made her. Or was it in her coy female plan<... |
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What is now known as the "French Kiss" became popularized in 1789 during the French Revolution.
The monarchy had gone tax crazy -- taxing everything left and right. They eventually deci... |
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Their music's is too loud,
their dancing's too quick, they're rocking the shore, it's making me sick. They called me a hermit, crabby and mean. They kicked san... |
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Drive-by Fucker
On the road again,
The trucker’s runnin’ circles round the cities,
He's a simple kinda man,
He likes a girl to look pretty,
He likes his one thick hand on her hip,
One pressed hard against her sweet face--
He's got a sexy sally in every state
Left with her cheek pressed against a cold, silver screen.
He leaves and it gets bad,
She wears the same dress for 4 days straight,
And eats right out the can.
Do you think of me when I’m on the road, she says,
Sure I do, sure do, he says,
And he does, he thinks of them all,
They flash before his eyes like road signs
Haunting him with their sad sappy eyes
Their creamy come-hither thighs.
But he don't run on women,
He runs on diesel and everclear,
On asphalt and landscapes,
Here to Tuscaloosa,
From Detroit down
He's got women all over the map,
He spreads himself pretty thin
And the women, they take it
When their husbands are out
They like something to think about
Like their sweaty ass on the seat of a mac
Clawin’ crop circles in good ole boy back.
After hubby comes home from the races
With dirt and ash and spit on his face
Supper don't get made for a few days
And she tugs at her dress
To cover love marks the trucker made.
She wrings her wrists with his oily bandana-
He always leaves one for the dames,
He keeps a few in the glove box,
He's left one in every state--
He's had Georgia girls suck cock
He's licked Alabama feet,
And she might wonder if there's more like her,
But she don't, she ain't really thinkin’ that deep.
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i love words. verbal doodling.
Strange as it may seem; this is inspired by Jenyffer.maria's little scribbling on her sketch. It just reminded me of how much I love writing & how words a... |
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i love words
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I tell myself that when the end comes, you will not need me. You will be able to fly, broken wings or not. And if it hurts too much, I tell myself you will fashion a staff from a tre... |
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Maybe I’ve failed since I sank in the pale Of the stars as they swam in the lake. But I’m feeling just fine With my bread and my wine ... |
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Another melody for smweed's beautiful lyrics. I realised after I recorded this that there was already a great tune by smweed, gwen and monkeychow. This is a very different take so hopefully it's ok!
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Steve's head kicked back as a yawn suddenly overpowered him, a straining yawn that was followed by a second yawn and then a third yawn in quick succession. Dreams sprayed out with each yaw... |
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I had a talk with Try, And said we're through. You're a nice guy, But I have much more fun with Do. |
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This fellow called Fred, And the children would jeer, |
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Honest
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Once upon a time, there was The End.
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Haus_of_Glitch created the tiniest story RECord, Danah illustrated the tiniest story (illustration) and i REmixed the illustration by adding a little wirrow to it :))
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They tell him that the moon is a world of pearl that rules the sea: a dusty pearl peopled by lost and lonely mares. Then his dreams are haunted by Cognitum and Crisium, Nectaris and Nubium, ... |
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Did you know? That when a star is sleepy and ready for bed, They look down And wish upon a person instead. |
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The lovely Venns asked me to make a voice over of this tiny story. Thus this!
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when a sleepy star goes to bed, it wishes upon a human instead.
**tiny-ing pammy's sweet story** |
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Having never fit into the social circles of society, the boy formed his own social square, and fit right in.
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If you fall in the forest - do you make a sound... when there's nobody but trees around? |
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Said one electron to another, "Where are you?" "I'm certain that I'm over here!" said the other. "How fast can you get here?" "That," said the electron, "I couldn't tell you." |
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The pawn blindly followed orders. The knight flanked upon command. The bishop slid between the cracks. The rook pillaged across the land. The quee... |
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In the pitch black night, when your shadows aren't needed, they slink out into the moonlight, and go on adventures... |
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the circle was very sad to be told he was pointless.
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When I was younger, I wanted to be something.
Now, I just want to be younger. susurro's tiny story, "Lawyer" : When I was younger I wanted to be a lawyer. |
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"i really try to be original," said the copy machine.
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A little girl who was afraid of the dark looked out of her window and said,
"Oh Moon, how do you sleep without a night light?" To her astonishment, the moon replied, with a sly wink... |
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One day, I won’t be all a cone.
Sundae, we’ll be together.
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I'll write this later. |
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I changed lovee_91's story a bit and illustrated it, because I love it very very much. (They look so stupid x'D)
A little girl who was afraid of the dark looked out of her window and said,
"Oh Moon, how do you sleep without a night light?"
To her astonishment, the moon replied, with a sly wink:
"What do you think the stars are really for?"
- A tiny story by OrigamiArtichoke
RECord info:
original image is actually a mid-day shot but the lighting was very similar to a bright moon-lit night. OrigamiArtichoke's tiny story provided a cute backstory for the win.
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The little corner asked its parent wall, "Why does Maggie only come see me when she's in trouble?" |
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"I wish we'd all stop biting each other," said one tooth to the others. |
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a man touched me. his hand.. my thigh. i touched him too. my fist.. his jaw. |
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Added a few more lines to the letter.
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He shot himself in the head. Again. It is becoming a bit of a habit with him. This is the fifth time in a month that he has loaded up his gun, put the barrel to his head, and pulled the trigger.... |
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Like a mirror, you are a reflexion of myself. We are similar, but yet not the same. When I smile, you smile back at me. When you look into my eyes, I can see through yours. Like a window to ... |
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