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Taylor Dolan
- Katy, Texas
- Last Record: 2013-06-16 15:06:42 +0300
- Joined: Jun 01, 2012
- http://taylorkdolan.tu...
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teeny tiny words and drawings
I had quite a bit of fun trying to illustrate sojushots short story "Hiding"! these particular monsters are supposed to look like mutated memories of people that went from reality to nightmares. I am no good at lettering, so If someone wanted to re-mix sojushots story or a work of their own digitally into this image---I would be ever so grateful!
Theserpentthecharmer obviously has a gift with words, and so I was overjoyed when he put some of his short stories in the "Spiderlimbs and Eerie Things" collab. This is the first in a series of four drawings/illustrations for "Daughters and Vultures". Colorists and Letterers---you know what to do!
"I'd ask the hangman to wait, to wait until I found your face in the crowd. "
I left out the white boxes typical of comic/graphic novels so that letterers can have a bit more freedom with insertion of the lines from Metaphorest's poem. Have free reign!
"From a distance,
Henrietta Hexagram-Head
looked just like a star.
So, when she fell from a tall tree,
instead of rushing to her aid,
the watching witnesses made wishes on her
(Which never came true)"
This was intended for Henriette Hexagram Head---but maybe someone else can come up with a tiny story for it?
I certainly know what I was thinking when I painted this, but everyones reactions and stories seem so very different that I would be fascinated to see some tiny stories based on this---have at it!
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truth time: this is actually just a partial shot of the whole image, I can upload the full thing if anyone would be interested in seeing it.
"There's a crowd
Inside my head.
I'll let them out
Before I'm dead."
-epocadofim
I was very content with this little drawing when it came out, but it averaged below my usual number of hearts and so was wondering what HR saw that I missed. What do you think I could do to improve this piece? Give me your knowledge and brain thoughts :) I would love to hear them!
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The walls may have ears, but they know when to keep their mouths shut. |
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There was a time long ago that he had laughed, and even though he couldn’t remember the specifics, the faint parentheses around his lips told him it was so. |
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She began to wonder if, next time, she could just float in love with someone; she had had enough of falling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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The ghastly girl fell dreadfully in love with the beastly boy over breakfast, when she first noticed him pouring salt into the sugar bowl. |
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One, Two, migraine ensues Three, four, Advil more Five, six, pounding bricks Seven, eight, can’t think straight Nine, ten, don’t come ... |
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She thought he was a god; he thought she was useful. --------------------------------------------------------- Elle a pensé qu'il é...
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When the day meets her night, stars are her laughter and clouds are her sighs and sunbeams are joys that dance in her eyes
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Tired of being poked, and drowned and prodded with pins, Monsieur Voodoo set out to find a better group of friends. |
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She was as normal as normal could be and lived all her life in the city until one cloudy day her nose ran away to live in a house by the sea |
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Some say that in the moments before you die, you can hear the hiss of the three sisters, and of their wicked scissors snipping short your lifeline. |
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Mary, Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow? Poorly, I say Can’t keep this winter at bay Even the rosebud seems to know |
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The stones of Notre Dame stood guard over the prayers of all its peoples, protecting them from darkest truth-- the empty skies beyond its steeples |
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"Come out come out wherever you are!" rang through the empty halls but their childish screams fell on dead ears for she was sandwiched in the walls <... |
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Although the plots of these crows were not quite villainous enough to suit Alfred’s tastes, he was not overly dismayed. There would always be another time, another murder. |
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Curiosity killed the cat, the dog and the rest of the family as well. |
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Last Friday at tea time, Fitz invited a moustache to reside on his face. Unfortunately, the moustache had been born with a very poor sense of direction. -------------------------- |
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Look deep into my eyes, Ill count to three Then delve into your history
When your memories Ive snatched Ill heed your plea <... |
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As she dreamt the ground spun closer so did the shocking realization she might not wake up from this one chased much to her surprise with a sip of... |
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This is an Alpaca named Alexander Preen just hug him real close and youll see what I mean His fur is a sweater, and knees are like socks He wont waste time wi... |
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When I grow up I want to be that lady; that one with the cats, and the dusty chocolate biscuits---that one who takes tea quite often with Austen, Wilde and Verdi. ... |
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They were the very best of friends, she knew from the comfortable silence interrupted with the rapture of quickly turning pages. |
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the place I call home has got no address it cant be found with a map or fancy gps the place is not a brilliant cliché with my home in my heart, recentl... |
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The neighbors mumbled, lifted eyebrows and expressed concern---wasn’t she terribly alone? No, she smiled, she was delightfully alone. |
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Wolfred had a sinking suspicion that he had been cast as the villain in this particular fairytale, despite the lovely soup he had made for Granny last week. |
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They never said the three words, but the emotion glowed in the subtext of their every look. |
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No one wants loose permanent teeth, not even the tooth fairy. |
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and it was in that moment (as I sat there dissolving, turning inside out for everyone to see) that I truly understood the plight of a salted slug |
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And he waited for an awfully long time, watching as shadows grew and pigeons flew, but no one ever came |
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the stories are always there, marching around and picnicking on blank pages, the trick lies in teaching them to sit still |
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and the sound was so pure and sweet that I stuck out my tongue hoping to taste it on the air |
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that one kiss meant goodbye or goodnight, i pray it's the latter and know i'm not right. |
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1. that flower you picked me that flower, of purple and blue it’s tucked in my hair though I hardly know you
2. th... |
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