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Weekly Contest #82
The first time I saw the Devil. The wind blew south, and the air hanged with metaphor. Fireflies stained the white sky green. Sparks lit and blood poured. The sun was on it's way down And super eagles swept across the blue horizon . I stood watching the line where heaven touched the earth. It was like the frame of a tasteful mirror rather than the glass, sitting in the background, visible to all, yet it's purpose is to enhance the beauty of the picture rather than to draw attention to itself. Immediately, I was jealous and rightfully So. ...
Weekly Contest #42
Fallen Angel The first time I saw the Devil. The wind blew south, and the air hanged with metaphor. Fireflies stained the white sky green. Sparks lit and blood poured. The sun was on its way down and super eagles swept across the blue horizon. I stood watching the line where heaven touched the earth. It was like the frame of a tasteful mirror rather than the glass, sitting in the background, visible to all, yet its purpose is to enhance the beauty of the picture rather than to draw attention to it. Immediately, I was jealous and rightfully ...
The one that Got Away By Dawn Austin I don't think I ever saw Stella without paint on her hands and a dash in her auburn locks. It was as much a part of her as the smile she wore whenever I arrived at her doorstep. In moments we'd be in her kitchen, her putting a coffee pot on and me producing something from the bakers as if it were all a big unplanned surprise. The girl was her own miracle. Making something so impossible for others appear easy and natural. At such a young age, She was an Artist by day and at night she was a magician in ...
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