Creative Craft Challenge: MiniaturesWeekly updateMore Like This
Afternoon, everybody! We've got a few new submissions to the Miniatures challenge, including a tutorial this time-
Way cool! Anyways, this is the last update for this challenge, but if you still want to participate, you've still got about five days to submit something to this challenge and have a chance to be the next Member of the Month.
Hello everybody! I hope you are all in for a fabulous weekend. Anyway, there were no new submissions this week. :
(special) non-photography feature nr. 55More Like This
where is my happy ending? by sparks220stars Sweet Forgotten Things by camilladerrico Comm: Luna by ikr
Whisper in the Wind by Nellena Fly above by mldzz A Dream of Poe by TheoGoth
dark whispers by photoflake I M A G I N A R Y by k-i-mm-i-e
Another Time by Pixx-73 Your Choice by DreamDancer84 Winter Rose by mi-eterna-primavera
Underwater Processing by Vayne17 Underwater Dance by Vayne17 Trapped In A Mad World by MelikeBAt Worth a Thousand Words by Encyclone
Begegnung by gestandene
Lost, but 39thward! -- and I'm taking REQUESTS! LOST, BUT HOMEWARD #39 is available here in deviantART!More Like This
and Page #40 is already available at the site too!
¡Y recuerden, mañana hay versión en español at yendoacasa.koolyfish.com!
First and foremost, have you guys seen my crossover works with Yuuki-Cookie? She drew and I colored it, and another one viceversa! It's a clash of styles and toolsets! Digital vs Traditional, Pencils vs. Inkscape! The crossover of the millenium, indeed! Take that, Capcom/Namco.
Second and foreless, before we head
What's Killing MeWords cannot describe what’s hurting me.More Like This
My diction is limited to single word that I cannot find.
Emotions cannot describe what’s eating me.
My feelings are limited to something I cannot understand.
Light isn’t showing me a way.
My steps cannot match the path I once was on.
Darkness isn’t daring to be kind;
I wander lost in a world I’m blinded to.
Whatever is killing me,
It’s doing it slowly;
It’s not a knife tearing into me.
Whatever it is…I’m treating it like a kiss —
An everlasting kiss is what’s killing me
With soft, cold lips and a fiery breath that smells like honey.
The sweet taste is a tricking flavor,
And I cannot find a way to withdraw myself.
Have I placed my lips upon my personal devil?
Invigorating is how I feel.
Oh, the smooth texture upon me!
Have I kissed my murderer?
Words cannot describe this any further,
But my diction is filled with many.
My emotions are weighing me down,
But I can feel the ecstasy e
ComprehensionI fear so much in life, and I simply can’t ignore it all. Looking at the bright side can lead to the darkest part. All this, all that I have gained feels like it’s been nothing; it’s for a game that’s almost over. I don’t understand what is happening, even if nothing’s happening at all. Have I done so much to receive just a little? Do I win the greatest prize life can give in the end?More Like This
I don’t pray very often, but I pray for comprehension—guide me to it. I’m not saying aid me throughout my adventure but help me understand what’s all out there. Mistakes can lead to success, and I accept every mistake I have made and will continue to make, but please, please, please guide me to understand what life has in store for me. I’m not asking for an absolute answer. I’m praying for comprehension and if I need to prepare myself for something I have yet to experience.
I'm Leaving and Never ReturningWhen I was a child,More Like This
I believed thoughts couldn’t be changed.
I believed they were permanent like scars.
But the older I became,
Scars faded, so my thoughts changed.
As a child,
I held the highest ambition,
The deepest belief that I would succeed
At whatever I believed myself to be.
But the older I became,
My ambition was hallowed, so I changed.
I told everyone
That I was going to leave,
Never to return to a place that brought pain,
Disgust, and horrid images.
I told them here was not where my life would take off.
How foolish was I to believe this?
I spoke to my mother one day.
I explained to her I was going to live across the pond.
I would change my name, find a home, and start anew.
Her eyes were filled with confusion.
“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?
Will you ever return?”
The scars I bared as a child faded.
I questioned their existence then.
Now, I question where they have gone.
Where have my stories adventured to?
As I became older,
WordsWords are capable of so much more than expected.More Like This
They can be lovely, hurtful, life-bringing, and killing.
They can shape a world that more than one can imagine.
If we choose to live in words for the rest of our lives,
Playing God by creating lives and setting from birth to death,
There’s a possibility we might just be our own characters.
I was once told our own thoughts create our world,
But I denied it because other thoughts can create it, too.
Now, I see the words I have chosen to live in for my life.
I am my own characters.
I am living the life my characters have been living for years.
It’s time not to rewrite but to continue writing and to finish their stories.
I’ll play God for as long as I can,
So I can create the most fulfilling life that I can possibly live.
BruisesThe black and brown bruises upon my bodyMore Like This
Aren’t from the ones lashing at me with words.
These beautiful markings are a beating I gave myself.
I’ll awake in the abyss and feel them forming across me.
In the brightest of moments I have within the abyss,
I can see them fade away and I wonder what caused them.
Then, I recall they’re from my revelations I have experienced.
I was injured in life’s darkest moments,
And it showed me how stubborn of a child I was.
The bruises came upon me as the pain was unbearable.
As I was revealed to the light, the bruises were fading.
I no longer lived in the darkness; I rose more to the light.
Black and brown all over.
I accept it.
ForgetfulI thought I would crumble beneath the embarrassmentMore Like This
I was forgetful as I called for you in the abyss
Within the darkness, I’m gratefully not blind,
But how idiotic was I to call for you?
You don’t walk on the surface anymore
However, I called for you. I called and called and called.
You never responded, and I thought it was abnormal.
But you float; you don’t walk. You think; you don’t speak.
And I’m absent to hear those thoughts.
I called for you in the abyss, forgetting you don’t exist anymore.