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miintinq's conest winners Theme- Emotions
i got the first place, but i won't feature myself i'll feature miintinq because i'm really grateful for all her contests. it's a great opportunity for art newcomers [like me ]




so, the second place



third place
The Broken NecklaceI broke the necklace that you gave me.
Not on purpose, but I did.
I loved that necklace
Wore it even after the hurt
"The guy was a dick,
But that doesn't mean I can't wear what he bought me"
Was my reply to the questioning looks.
Because I really did love that necklace.
But it's broken where it can't be fixed
And I shed a tear when I did it.
Just goes to show how fragile thigs can be;
Easily broken
Hard to fix.
I love the necklace you gave me
And surely could just buy a new one
But I wont love it the same
It wont be the same.
I broke the necklace that you gave me
But maybe that's a good thing.
Dashing from the stormThe rain lashes at the brooding sky above us. Purple bruised clouds agglomerate in defense. Raindrops lace windows and batter relentlessly at the glass panes. And those caught in the storm huddle beneath umbrellas, rushing towards their homes. To their warm beds, where they huddle instead beneath thick rustic blankets, cosy and safe from angering storms blowing harm their way. While raindrops race playfully down the glass and the restless wind whistles in the breeze.
Still the bruised sky cries on into the night; droplets splashing in sorrow. Until the sun creeps up  from behind and places a sympathetic hand on the sobbing skies shoulder. Crawling cautiously through broken clouds and pouring iredescent colours to dry up sullen tears. The sun and the rain, together, controlling the sky. In the old oak treeThe bright sun beating down on the pavement throws a giant shadow across the the concrete which creeps after his footsteps. Imitating Karu perfectly the dark shape follows him as he wanders down the lane. Sauntering along the winding country road, both shadow and boy climb the broken fence into the farmers field and trudge through the mud. As dirt splatters onto the bottom of his trousers, Karu finally reaches the old oak tree. The one he and his brother used to climb when they were younger, playing in its low branches which so aimiably hang loose from its strong tall trunk. Karu swings his body up with the ease only a boy of great experience could achieve. Sitting in the low branches, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun, he pulls out a notebook from his bag and with the pen sitting comfortably within the grasp of his fingers he begins to write as inspiration strikes him. Never smile at a crocodile..Standing before her was the man that she loved. Except this man was different; his eyes had grown cold like the coolness of his heart and his grin was twisted, malicious, as he stared at her with that fixed expression.
And those final thoughts that ran through her mind...
          he picks up the blade and it glints in the faded light
...were not the thoughts of fear or shock or even ones of love, but the voice of a child singing a cautionary rhyme...
          never smile at a crocodile, no you can't get friendly with a crocodile
...Such innocent irony plays over in her mind...
          don't be taken in, by his friendly grin
...And he presses the knife to her throat; bringing his twisted smile close to hers, and she can smell the stale booze in his breath...
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Yesterday i came back from the seaside. i have some (a lot of ) new pictures,  but not everything came out as i wanted because i caught a cold and my parents didn't let me to go out with them all the time thank god i had a tv there so i watched a few movies and basketball
i hope you will all spend your last days of summer well

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