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Mignonne Yap
- Cebu, Philippines
- Last Record: 2013-06-17 15:25:25 +0200
- Joined: Jan 30, 2012
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This would end differently – I know it’s a dream in the first place. I am behind a door. The room is pitch black. I feel nothing behind me but space and hear nothing but the whispers to not look back, so I don’t. Instead I keep my eyes on the bright outline of this door. I see the shadow cast when someone stands on the other side and leaves. It is quiet on the other side. I turn the knob, push the door, and look out into a familiar room. There is a girl sitting on the floor with her back towards me. “They won’t get you here,” she says. I nod but I don’t know what she’s talking about. I walk towards her to face her but find myself walking back into place. I train my eyes on the back of her head and try again until the door I came through is in front of me. All I see the entire time is her back. I feel my hair raise and my skin prickle. “It’s safe here,” she continues. Ignoring her, I rush to the door. The door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door opens to the same room with the same girl and the same door. “You can think and think and think yourself to death here,” they chorus. I wake up and remember why I sleep in a room with no doors.
___________________________________________________________ Note: Sudden unexpected nocturnal death syndrome (SUNDS), known in the Philippines as "bangungot" is (drum roll please) sudden unexpected death, usually during sleep. A "bangungot" is also the Tagalog word for nightmare. |
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This was inspired by halfreal's story 'Centered' and her challenge. This popped into my head the first time I read it and I ran with it. :)
PS Hello, halfreal! This is still for you! The little girl in the drawing is based on the girl in your profile picture. Thanks for the challenge. :D
Again in .PNG format to facilitate possible remixing. :D
and friends in low ones. :)
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I've been meaning to add to the Shadow Collab and the Tiny Stories.
Here's trying to hit two birds with one stone - although I think I just grazed one and the other is in denial about being a bird in the first place. Sigh. Damn metaphors.
Here's the black and white pattern-adorned version. I loved the patterns - klevclef's, sfdetroiter's, and steverolston's! Was planning to do a colored version and putting the two side-by-side and then I got lazy. Erk.
megancarnes' piano duet Daydreams inspired this. :)
Was planning to post this record as a remix of other people's great pieces but I haven't found my way to the remix yet and thought I might as well have this floating about in the lovely atmosphere that is HR. :D
(Random thought: my longest title to date, I think. Oh and my dad just gave away our rabbit - although I drew this way back and I don't have a particular soft spot for Bunny the rabbit. But still.)
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We bang against the pipe Hoping to be heard The morse code of our Hopes, dreams, plans, fears &n... |
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Have a little drink with me?
Happy Valentines Day, HitRECorders! :D
MadisenMusic's Skip and the Turtle post was just too adorable to not illustrate so here's me giving into the voices. In my head. Right. Anyway, I saw swaylooza's Skip and loved the design so I borrowed that. :)
Was about to just post the line art but decided to try coloring. Eeep. Huzzah to experimenting! And I'm not sure about the title. Should I have put a "RE:" or something? Not sure how this works.
Aaaaand... I should sleep. I'm rarely this chatty here. Again, check out MadisenMusic's Skip and the Turtle! :D
PS The Jumpin Jack font I used is free (from http://misstiina.com/fonts/), so long as it's for NON-PROFIT use. Sooo. There. I think I'll change the font, just to be safe. As soon as I get some shut-eye, that is.
