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- Last Record: 2011-07-10 13:01:31 +1000
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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...
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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the coral corral keeps the seahorses in as they graze on sea-pastures of shrimp. the best life for a horse is under water, of course, |
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The biggest fear of the old tree isn't the wind blowing him down, it's not being heard when he falls. |
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Sometimes I lay awake at night.. Wondering about the future.
While the future me lays awake.. Wondering about the past. |
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Added a few more lines to the letter.
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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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X-Rays made her feel like a model, the doctors taking her pictures. She always posed. |
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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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While little kids pray there are no monsters beneath their bed, Do little monsters hope there are no kids above their head? |
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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.
Extra kudos if you can identify the valence shell configurations :-D.
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. : )
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I would die for you but I'm already dead.
So I guess I'll just try and live for you instead.
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King Midas often wondered what would happen if he touched himself.
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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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My visual interpretation of imperfection tiny story by reverie.
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the fly painted himself with glow in the dark paint, hoping the fireflies would finally accept him. |
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