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Eric Tortora Pato
- L.A.
- Last Record: 2013-05-26 10:02:45 +0530
- Joined: Mar 19, 2012
- etortorapato.com
Most, However, are actually written by heteronym, Chloe, who's a far punchier, and, I feel, less sarcastic writer than I am. Also, she specializes in flash fiction, I have trouble with it when writing in my own voice. Anyway, here you go.
everything was.
then, it wasn't.
multi panel version, like the pacing that it gives it. will likely post the individual frames in an album aswell.
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There wasn't a beginning. There won't be an end. Now, as always, the middle continues. |
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I could tell she was a dream girl, cause she's always wearing pajamas. Also, she's made of smoke.
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Monday: -Clean -Murder -Alibi -Burn To Do List |
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I'm not the same person I was at 6, 15, or 21, But we've all been telling the same story about ourself. |
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Another one of my old ones form College. I think there may be remix, especially tiny story, potential for it, too. Youth is made of optomism cut short. Sometimes, tragically so. :)
from a few year's ago in college. thought people might have cool ideas to vamp off of it, and may do a new version of it myself. it remains one of my brother's favorite drawings by me.
there, now the files there. Idea and illustration remix. Attempt to resize to fix upload issue.
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"When I grow up," Billy started, "I want to be President Super-Pirate Billionaire-Man." He would later lament the fact that he had to settle for two out of three. |
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They are those who have feared nothing And those smart enough to know it Who knew that in that fearing They were fearing some massive something Pe... |
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I'm not the same me I was before, but we're both the same story I've always told. |
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Then, suddenly, We waited. |
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Then, suddenly: Pineapple Dance Party. |
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My Motto: Time flies when you launch grandfather clocks from a trebuchet. |
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There wasn't an open, There won't be an end, Now, just as always, The middle continues again. |
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The perplexion shot across her face in a bolt. "Where is this box," the girl asked, "and why would I be thinking in it in the first place?" |
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In a small miss-stroke of code on a computer faraway, The glitchy thing called "Life" re-began itself today. |
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"Joey! They said they'd give me ten words, I..." "..." "F#*K!"
By Chloe Persons January 3rd, 2012 |
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10 pm was now an early time to go to sleep. She didn't know when that had changed, but 4 am remained an early time to get up.
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MONSTER INSIDE: NO ENTRY |
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It's not that he had his head in the clouds, It's that there wouldn't be clouds without his head. |
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Every day was a battle to get the omnidirectional shards on the inside of his mind to come out as a single line. Usually, he lost. |
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- &nb... |
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as per request. have at ye.
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Maturity is a lie you get better at telling with age. |
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1st drawing of the main characters of the first show pitch I ever tried to develop, back in college. A girl and her robot.
thought that this old illustration might have some potential as a tiny story, so here you go.
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The archeoligist's face went white as he shone the torch on the ancient runes. "My god," he gasped, "It's a distraction machine!" Then, the cave collapsed on the exhibiti... |
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The Man and Women stared longingly into eachothers eyes, And when they reached for eachother's hands |
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Metaphors continued to allude him like the something or other of a poorly constructed similie in the shape of, uh, other... stuff. |
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edited down version. Will do an animated version later this month if time allows. Might do a colored version and individual frames before then. Got to get to some other work now.
a different angle on this, as there can be good things in what happens when the current path ends.
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The secret of the true perfectionist Is the knowledge that the perfect does not exist,
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Sometimes the urge hits to shout out Exactly because no one will hear.
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Last thought on her mind "I've been swindled to die at only 99." |
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FOOT SPRINGS: 1. Attach springs to feet. 2. Depart aircraft at safe altitude. 3. Lead with feet. 4. Bend knees to minimize impac... |
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time always flies, with or without you having fun. |
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It's because I cry when I remember you That I'm allowed to smile when I do. |
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He was never the kind of person to remember his dreams. Instead what he had were occasional fleeting flickers of memory, so sharp, so real, so much more than he could ask for that he had to sear... |
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And the moral is: Don't steal pie from the Sun's favorite bakery. |
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Ends up that "fighting fire with fire" wasn't the best idea in the woods. |
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"The so called "Tin" Man had been lying to you all along!" screamed the Metallurgist, as he revealed the test results: "Chemical Makeup: Fe" |
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She'd have lost her mind long ago, if she wasn't always lost in it. |
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last tiny story or record in general till I'm done with thesis committee and finals.
first attempt at an original visual textual one.
I know this is a song lyric, I can hear it in my mind,
The only problem is that the melody was written by Jack White.
If I think of a tune that he (and anyone else) doesn't own that it fits with, I'll post something.
Ironically, original image file is huge.
this gave me a lot of trouble to post, is there a max image size or something?
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-HELP.- -DROWNING IN SEA OF NARRATIVE CONTENT.- -SEND MORE EYES.- |
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just did an illustrated version as a little break from completing my storyboards for my thesis and moving into my rough animatic.
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"Out of all time machines" She thought, "Clocks are the most disappointing." |
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He stood at the edge. I tackled him. We flew. |
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We work great in theory. But in practice, we're just too human. |
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He cut, she chopped, and finally, parsed into the last little section of the universe, they found each other. |
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illustration for the tiny story I just wrote.
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She grasped her neck while she was walking Because something stopped her breathing She Turned to see it disappearing Into a pair of faraway pants. |
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You can tell because, despite everything, he still wears a watch. |
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his addiction to creation left tiny stories tr... |
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How my head caught on fire really didn't seem to matter that much once it was. |
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After the disgrace of the Forest Trial, the Squirrel faked his death in nut storage collapse. Now he lives in Alberta, and goes by the name Big Steve. |
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The Girl stared at the blank screen for hours. Suddenly, at 3:30, her laptop caught fire. So she threw it out the window, and ... |
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