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Lyn Midnight
- Rome, Italy
- Last Record: 2013-06-17 04:14:27 -1000
- Joined: Mar 10, 2012
- http://www.lynmidnight...
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So... I have now read half of the tiny stories. I'll do the rest tomorrow. Some were brilliant, others I couldn't make up my mind about, and yet others needed work but showed promise. *le sigh* Accordingly, I'll make more than one albums in my eternal - almost sickly - desire to be helpful.
I have also *tried* to ignore the popular ones (in favor of the ones that were overlooked), the ones that were included in lots of other albums, and the ones already in wirrow's tiny stories album. Yes, I am really OCD. So kill me. :D
This album's the one where my absolute favorite tiny stories reside. The land of awesome!
P.S. I am curious... how many stories will vol. 2 have? I mean, there are SO MANY excellent stories! Yikes.
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Your kisses are snowflakes: |
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I tried to give you my heart, but you ran away screaming. Maybe I should have wiped the blood off first.
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The ocean never says much. It only waves. |
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The weird thing about going to parties is that they're always haunted by the ghosts of every other party you've been to.
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I was sitting in a field, entirely unnoticed. Then she picked me, and my life was given meaning. Beacuse I was going to tell her if he... |
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She saw the world with her heart |
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“Let us journey into the future.” ... ... ... “Huzzah! We made it!” |
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Suddenly, everything. |
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She felt the air fall around her And the rain rise above |
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Your heart has a little empty corner. You won't even know I'm there- I'll be very quiet. |
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When John and Mary separated, their shadows were devastated, for they, too, had fallen in love with each other. |
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we sip tea in the same room, but the chairs we sit on are islands. |
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(for brownpaperbutterfly's record of the same name)
“Where is my heart?” She asked her reflection |
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The window thought, "I wish just once people would look at me, not through me..." -V |
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Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck.
This was a pun/tiny story I'd doodled out an illustration for about five or six years ago, which I found while thumbing through old sketchbooks. I re-did the drawings to look nicer, laid it out, and voila! I would say this is the worst pun I've ever made, but it's not even the worst pun I've made in the last 24 hours.
Also, I know, I know, the Tiny Book of Tiny Stories is in black and white, but I really wanted this one to have color. If this actually gets selected, I'll go back and re-work it.
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Sometimes I make the Universe revolve around me. You'd think it's a pretty heavy and inert thing, BIG as it is. But it really takes just a light push. |
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A boy in the sky,
Sits down and reaches out. Taking tiny bites out of little gas balls And spitting them out across the galaxy, For small humans to wish upon. |
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One parallel line to another: “Forget the rules! Let’s hug!”
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This is the first thing that popped into my head to Illustrate for janetfelts's wonderful Tiny Story.
I guess it's a drawer and not a "corner" but it still works, right?
Process: Watercolor and colored pencils illustration on clayboard, details scratched out with scratchboard tools, scanned in, made some digital touch-ups and then added the text.
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People are like Rorschach inkblots – |
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Been wanting to do something ever since I saw this piece of megancarnes'. Finally got off my lazy butt to do something about it.
Decided to do it in black and white this time around.
No lineart this time, because I was being a daredevil and painted right on it.
Also dedicated to my friend, if you see this, you know who you are. :D Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and Bon Voyage.
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No quantity of people of any profession can change a lightbulb unless he's ready and willing to change himself.
(Or if you want it tinier: |
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The right shoe left, knowing the left shoe was right. |
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While others planted seeds and grew flowers, she planted stars and grew galaxies. |
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map maker map maker make me a map one to one scale, without single gap map every rock, every thought, every tree a... |
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I dreamt a dream that you were here, and we were there, and then was now, and now was real. |
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I've trapped your scent in a suitcase under my bed with clothes I can't wear anymore. |
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pity had a party, |
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Curiosity had an off day. He only managed to maim a mouse. |
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