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Jesus Gerardo Gomez Murillo
- Mexicali Baja C...
- Last Record: 2011-08-02 05:27:49 -1000
- Joined: Jul 09, 2011
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i went through all 68 pages at the tiny stories collaboration,choosing 119 out of about 2 thousand or a bit more must mean something(because the other thousand is images and re-recs)
hope you enjoy what i chose
some of these need polishing but are very good,and i would like to see in the book
believe in tiny stories
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There once was a teeny tiny man.
He had teeny tiny little hands. Sat down in a nook, Wrote a tiny book, Was surprised it had so many fans. |
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"I'm tired of being a triangle. I want to be a doangle." |
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From the moment his mother named him, Pat the tick knew he was destined to suck. |
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The unicorn had self-esteem problems, but how could he be expected to believe in himself…no one else did… |
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The lonely Stoplight was red with anger and sadness. He did not want to be alone any longer. But soon enough, some new friends pulled up and sat before him. The Stoplight became very happy now that...
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the abandoned poem
sits in the sun slowly hardening into what will be its forever-unfinished shape never suspecting that it is perfect |
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One of the worst inventions in the history of mankind is the fast forward button.
It causes so much beauty to get left behind. |
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You touched my heart.
Now I can't seem to clean off your fingerprints. |
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Justice wanted to take her blindfold off but was afraid of what she'd see. |
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They see you when you're sleeping. They hide under your bed. They slip inside your dreams. To wreck havoc in your head. |
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Today, the sky's filled with the sun's glow. Our shadows slink closer together and, behind our backs, hold hands. |
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because inside we are all the same.
Sorry This looks so crappy,but the pencil i used was awful quality and i haven't drawn in more than a year,but this is my idea if someone could remix it into something better or redo it it would be great.
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The snowflake sighed and melted when she finally got her first french kiss.
[Thank you, Cacheth, for the amazing rendering!] |
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The world catalyzed, anabolized, metabolized, emerged, breathed, and evolved. "You're welcome," said Carbon. |
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First thing that came to mind when I read it! Download size approx 3300x2600 pixels for your convenience!
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If I read our story backwards, it’s about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day you forgot about me forever. I love happy end... |
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I fear I might be paranoid.
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the cactus and balloon fell in love and couldn't stop. but when they kissed, an unfortunate miss, ended their love with a pop.
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a man touched me. his hand.. my thigh. i touched him too. my fist.. his jaw. |
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In the end, he decided to call it an early Christmas decoration.
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The motes of dust in the window's light danced with such delish delight, that she joined them. |
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My visual interpretation of sexy tiny story about the weather by day glo.
This visual can be interpreted as the gentleman way or the saucy way. Nothing is sexier than a pair of lighting legs wearing heels. Please "heart" this if you want to see more of papercut stories.
PS: From far, the legs actually look like lightning bolts.
Wanted to create an eerie pop-up(ish) storybook picture for this tiny story
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just before i died, my life flashed before my eyes. but it flashed so slowly that i lived it all again. and again and again.. |
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One day before breakfast, an orange rolled off the counter and escaped its fate, bouncing happily through the kitchen door.
Filled with hope, the egg followed. |
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The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.
(As a side note- Today marks the 1... |
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If art could talk, the mesh of creations would agree that today is a perfect day to be alive.
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Hundreds of years to grow One match to make it blow |
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The genie of the lamp was very happy with his job, for he gave people what they want. However, he would have been much more happier, if he could give the... |
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The robot sat very still grinding on the inside because no one knew how much it hurt to not have a heart |
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Grammar humour, HAR HAR! (Can you tell I'm an English major?)
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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 was browsing through images of astro/space kinda stuff and found two awesome illustrations, so I decided to play around with them. I inverted Wirrow’s image and made their helmet’s into hearts…and wrote a tiny story inspired by Paperlilies image. Here’s the result.
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X-Rays made her feel like a model, the doctors taking her pictures. She always posed. |
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:p I snuck some longrays in there.
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A natural-born dreamer, the little girl walked a tightrope between what was and what could (never) be.
Until one day, she lost her balance. |
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Sick of all the small talk, the ant joined the army in hopes of becoming G.I.ANT. |
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If I could live on the moon I would be breathless.
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Anything Pelican do, Toucan do better.
[or]
Anything Toucan do, Pelican do better. [I think it sounds... |
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if you still love me why don't you even look at me anymore -said the cloud to the people down below |
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The moth had a bright idea. So, he went for it.
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When a human has insomnia, they will lay awake all night watching infomercials. When a raccoon has insomnia, it will go and catch a matinee. |
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This one's pretty morbid and ridiculous...
Extra kudos if you can identify the valence shell configurations :-D.
300th record! :D
:D
it's been a while since I did a drawing for a tiny story. InkedCanvas' was just too lovely to resist.
at some point soon I'll finish the rest of the things on my to-do list
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Every Thursday night, members of The Lonely Socks Club meet in the back of the underwear drawer to talk about the tragic loss of their sockmates (and sometimes, to make unmatched, unexpected con... |
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I've been meaning to do a tiny story for quite a while, but just got around to it. This is also for part of a collab that I'm hoping to start really soon! I'm working on adding some watercolor, but I figured I would upload the outline because people have done a really good job at adding color to my doodles in the past. : )
They'll try and tear us apart but we'll stay together because we have the scissors.
For KarizzMarie's adorable tiny story.
I only changed the sun to 'she' and not 'he' because for me (and in my language), the sun is female :)
Aww i feel so sorry for the poor sun now D: *cries*
I just saw that there are still pencil lines visible, i editet this on my laptop and it seems the contrast on my laptop is very bright D: *fail*
♥
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Marjorie was tired of being told that she was getting too big for her boots. |
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Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it also made him live. |
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"it's HE-RO" the boy argued with disgust the girl insisted "it's HER-O"
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" "But I have feelings too," said the robot. "
This is the first interpretation I thought of when I read the tiny story, I have another which I'm about to illustrate.
Should I have put the text at the top?... Does it need colour?...
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Vinyl didn't much care for the I-pod. He wasn't sure why.. couldn't put his needle on it. |
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"Someday" wasn't jealous of those fancy days Friday and Saturday like Monday was. He wasn't unreliable like Tuesday or floating aimlessly midweek like Wednesday and Thursday. "Someday" had... |
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The louder the wind sings, the more the trees dance |
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“Many times I tried to reach Happiness... Until I realize... It has never been a destination. Happiness is a path.” My mom showed me a mail wrote by an anonymous that she received few months ago, it's called «Le Bonheur ». It gave me the basic idea for this Tiny Story. The author wrote about how we're waiting for happiness to come one day... We convince ourselves that we're gonna be happy when we'll be grown-ups, when we'll get married, when we'll have a pay rise, when we'll have children, when we'll get retired... Or simply happy when it's gonna be Friday night, Sunday morning, spring, summer... We think that we'll be happy when there will be no more difficulties to overcome, no more debts to pay, no more troubles. One day this person realized that all this obstacles were his/her life. That simple answer made him/her understand that there is no path that leads to happiness. Happiness is the path. Since that day he/she ceased to wait for better days, he/she creates them every weeks, every months by following that path. Sorry for that quality my scanner decided that today was its last day...
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I fell in love with a woman from another country. I learned proposals in her language; but I didn't learn responses. Now I'm afraid to look up her reply in my dictionary. |
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The last of the Bees Spent the last of his hours Not making the honey But smelling the flowers. |
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I try to keep in touch with reality, but no-one answers the phone.
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...and she danced bare feet in the night, feeling the moist earth between her toes. Moving to the rhythm of the fire dancers twirling incessantly around her. Mother earth flowed through her wind... |
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This simple tiny story gave me awesome inspiration!
For fraeulein's tiny story. It's very 1950ies - the illustration that is, not the story :)
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He liked to set up the cards,
and she liked to watch them fall.
--- (femme fatales are on the brain for thi... |
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sway said "paper" so... yeah. :) i changed the end of the story a bit.
this is made from paper, paper, more paper, and a little ribbon bow. i'm tempted to do one where she's standing on the moon, looking up at earth too.
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He typed a Whitman quote into my Twitter, then handed my phone back to me.
"Why would you subject such an old soul to the confines of the technological devolution?" I said. "It's like making ... |
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She thought she should win some kind of procrastination award, but knew they never got around to giving those things out. |
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The sunflower leaned towards the sun and said, “You’re hot.”
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“Take a picture,” said the melting snowman. “I’ll last longer.”
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Composers are actually fishermen, casting their lines and hoping the right notes bite. |
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“Can I tell you a story?” the boy asked.
“What’s it about?” “It’s a tale of fairies and goblins.” The girl smiled and gently shook her head, “I don’t very much beli... |
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as the sun came up
and lil' dream went to bed "sweet realities," mama dream said. |
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It may be a sin, tequila mockingbird, but at least you got the worm. |
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This took me sooooo long =___=' Hope it's in the spirit.
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you can't sleep? me either. let's can't sleep together. |
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As the human puckered her lips to blow, she felt a tiny gust of wind on her face. "What was that?" the human asked. "I wanted to make a wish too," the dandelion ... |
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One day she decided she was too old for an imaginary friend. As he faded into the recesses of her mind for one final time, he sighed, "You were always real to me." |
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"This world is shit!" he declared.
"The good news is that we can grow a grand garden from shit," she replied. |
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Passers-by saw him as a slimy slug But, in fact, Sam was a snail who'd had a bit of bad luck
(I imagine Sam the shell-le... |
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Along came a spider and sat down beside her. They started talking and discovered that they'd grown up in the same town. What are the chances? |
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I had some spare time... But the internet ate it |
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a quickie for your soul!
(inspired by Ismahan's RECord & Mlo0987's comment) |
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"Do not jump to conclusions," the frog spoke wisely.
The cow instead looked towards the moon... |
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Dear Gravity, We understand you’re only doing your job, so please don’t take our relentless attempts to thwart you personally. Sincerely, Caped Ch... |
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Frank couldn't get a date.
His friends and family blamed his hideous mustache.
He blamed his goblin ears.
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This may be a little too long for a tiny story, but what the heck here it goes:
Lost - A Tiny Story by Mr Anips Yesterday My friends and I rode our bikes to the creek |
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As you read this, the world's greatest painter is dying in a hospital bed, having never even picked up a brush.
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tiny story
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I sent for a mail order bride, they delivered a mop by mistake. She's quiet, but cleans up well. |
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One night Death came to visit me |
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Ahh, that looks much nicer, I think.
"Look Mom! I'm growing up at the speed of light!" said the boy as the setting sun stretched out his shadow on the backyard wall.
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Mommy said, "never talk to strangers"
"But we'll be forever strangers if we never talk" I replied. |
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The things that matter the most, aren't even matter at all. |
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That awkard moment when you realise awkward is spelt wrong |
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And I only began this story because I wanted to see how it would end... |
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Whenever a star twinkles in the sky, Somewhere on earth, a firefly will reply. |
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all through time and space the shooting stars played chase |
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Giraffes are taller than most, so they sleep with their heads in the sky where they're always ready to host slumbering stars floating by.
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Sbess's excellent tiny story scrawled in some childlike handwriting.
I bought crayons especially.
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Egor was born with a little hump He was quite a peculiar bunny He was too embarrassed to leave his home Even his hopping was funny ... |
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he needs a tiny story..... :-) maybe even with harry halfbad
