LOCATION: Yorkshire, England
RECORDS: 156
LATEST RECORD: 12 hours ago
JOINED: March 02, 2010
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- Horrorshock Ripper
I recently made a soundtrack for a friends animated film about Jack The Ripper and this is one of the pieces of music I made for it...
I was looking through the millions of Tiny Stories and came across 'I am free...' by 'ransomofroses'. I really love the simplicity and honesty of the story, so put my digital hand to digital paper and made this drawing to go with it.
I changed the story slightly, so I hope you don't too much ransomofroses ^______^
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I've tried uploading this loads of times in it's full resolution from photoshop but every time it failed... so maybe this will work in a lower resolution? (It seems it has).
A mixture of my 'HitRECord Banner' and Wirrows 'tiny stories emblem' which I think looks kind of cool as a t-shirt design :)
I keep getting an 'Application Error' every time I try to upload too, which is annoying :'(
Sadly i've not been on here in a while, but I recently made this picture of two boys holding an HitRECord banner. Hello again HitRECord :)
I only just got the internet back two days ago, and i'm sorry to everyone who has liked my RECords and who i've not replied to, i've not been able to. However, now i'll be back and hitting that record button with you all. Hello to all the new HitRECorders and hello again to the the old friends :') <3
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Between the long strings of pale green we ran, Barely touching the soil, almost in flight. Our fingers reaching out in unison towards each other, But fumbling, we never reach.
Incomprehensible navigation led to a beach, Where stranded we sat under palms, swaying, The breeze gently stroking our naked souls, Peaceful, yet internally loud.
Time, it passed, until it slowed suddenly. An exchange of fluids in a single moment, A kiss, a spark. Blood rushing rapidly, Until, it stopped flowing at all.
Towards the sun we swam, laughing, A secret only we knew, and shared, and kept. But beneath the joyful blue, we shed our skin, And became monsters.
Our once magical minds became stale, The smooth skin, cracked, like a crumbling wall. Teeth sharpened and eyes a deathly black, We were different.
In woods of burning embers we fell, Breaking our spines on carpets of bones, Alone, we simply sat, speech, forgotten, gone, Simply glancing through mirrors of shattered glass.
Unrecognizable, our memories died, We fought to think, to know, to see, But like tiny fragments of photographs, The pieces never aligned quite right. All was… lost.
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