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• My Artwork has been choosen for the Avatar for the PatchWork Group!
  by Randy Monteith

  I have been honoured with having my image Fury of the Fallen : The Book version chosen as the Avatar for the Patchwork...

  I have been honoured with having my image Fury of the Fallen : The Book version chosen as the Avatar for the Patchwork / Group this week. Thanks for the honour Cimmerrian

• *JESUS CALLED MY NAME*
  by TREVOR IRWIN

  Jesus He called my name. / For all who are Christian, those who have been born again and received Jesus as lord and Saviour, there was a…

  Jesus He called my name. / For all who are Christian, those who have been born again and received Jesus as lord and Saviour, there was a time when you heard Jesus Call your name. A time when you knew that The Lord loved you and wanted your heart. This is what I mean when I say He called my name. for those who have read my personal testimony, you will know that he called my name. When I was a chronic Alcoholic, gambler and one who practiced witchcraft. *. Due to the requests of friends I have met via Redbubble, I have decided to share with you, how the lord called me to serve him in Africa. A call to service. [As the Lord lives and is true and holy, I certify that what you are about to read is a true account of how Jesus called me into Missionary Service. This is still as fresh in my memory today as it was when this incredible event took place in my life] On Friday 26th August 1994, I was troubled in my spirit all day. I sat and watched Television and read a book, but yet I felt God wanted to speak to me, but I did not know what he wanted. So my wife said to me that I should just go to the park and pray. It was 6.05pm in the evening when I arrived at the park, and I parked my car and started to walk around the park. / I was walking and looking at the swans on the pond and praying at the same time. Then with not warning at all, I became aware that someone was walking close behind me. I did not look back, but knew someone was behind me. I continued walking along a narrow footpath and as I did I felt a person’s hand holding mine. There was no fear or indeed nay desire to look to see who this was that was holding my right hand. / It was very strange looking back now to why I did not want to see who it was. This would have been anyone’s reaction at the time. I felt warm and at peace, not knowing that It was *Jesus who was the one actually holding my hand. I was Praying in the Spirit [speaking to God in the gift of tongues]. Then Jesus said my name, Trevor. It was the softness and Love in his voice that caused me to look and as I say my Masters face, I knew that It was him. He did not need to tell me it was Jesus. When Jesus comes to you my friend, you won’t need any introduction or explanation, for you will know it is the King of kings that has called your name. In an instant tears my friend flowed down my face, and I was crying like I have never cried before. My emotions were overwhelmed with sadness and sorrow, because his eyes were filled with tears also and he was quietly weeping. Here was my Jesus holding my hand and he was crying. I could not understand why I was not jubilant with Joy. His sorrow pierced my very fibre of my being. By now, I was transported away from all consciousness of being in the park on a bright summer evening and we were in a dark place. The Only way I can describe this pace is to use a well as an example. Imagine a deep round stone well, empty, and you are at the bottom of it. It is very round and very wide. So can hardly see the other side of it, and you can just make out the huge stones that form the round sides of it. It’s dark at the bottom and you cannot see any light, except the light that emanates from Jesus Garments. This is how it seemed at that point. As I Gazed into his face, he spoke these words to me. / “Trevor, My Son, I want to show you something, do not be afraid my son for I am with you”. There was a short silence as these words took hold of me. He gently squeezed my hand and began to walk forward in this dark place. As we went forward, he was still weeping, and I could hear voices in the distance and different kinds of noises, like doors opening and closing, and A smell that I had never experienced before. I was crying as the Passion and sorrow of Jesus seemed to flow into my heart. It was so hard to carry such sadness and I have never experienced this before or after. Then I began to see people at my left side and all were chained to the walls and terrible sores were all over them, and all were shouting things at Jesus. I could not make out what they were saying, but Jesus was crying and weeping. The smell was terrible and there were some that when they say him cried as well. As we went forward the light that was so white lit up the side and a little ahead. The place was so big and wide I could not see the other ends. Then he again spoke to me “Trevor my Son, Do not be afraid”. I was scared, but his words just melted away any fears I had. We then came to a place where I saw am Casket alone and as we walked pass, a man spoke and said “Jesus, Why have you let me come here?. Jesus with tears answered him and said “Judgement has been set”. Again the man shouted at him and started to explain to Jesus that he was a pastor and that all his life he served Jesus and Preached and give to those in need. Jesus said again to him, “Judgement has been set”. All the time Jesus was weeping and I was looking at Jesus all the time, and I never did see te man, but knew he was a man, because of his voice. Again the man pleaded with Jesus and told him many other good things he had done and as he was talking, Jesus raised his other hand and stopped the man from speaking. Then Jesus said to the man, “ I sent you warnings, I sent messengers to warn you and you did not repent, for the woman you slept with was not the wife I had given you, and you died in your sins, therefore Judgement has been set”. Jesus was very sad, and began to lead me further into this dark and cold place. Then we came to another place like a very large open place with walls so thick and wide and there were like empty prison cells all around. One cell stacked upon another and I could not see where they ended, and they were so high. The Jesus knelt down on his knees and was now crying and I could feel his body shaking. All this time he was still holding my right hand. I stood beside him with tears flowing down my face and my heart was breaking with compassion and sadness for my Lovely Lord Jesus. I then knelt down beside him and wanted to hold him close, but I was so troubled to see My Lord cry like this. Then I asked him the only question I asked through all of this. “Lord, why are you crying, there is nobody here?. In what seemed like a long time we both cried and cried. Then still kneeling, Jesus looked deep into my eyes and said, / “This Place is prepared for all those who do not know my name”. / As I looked all around, I now could hear screams and fluttering wings and rustlings above our heads high above where we were. I saw in the darkness shadows of what I can only describe as winged demons, hellish beings flying about. Jesus was weeping so hard and as he stood up, I was still on my knees. He looked into my face and said to me “My Son, Go to Africa, to the villages and proclaim my name among the people, Go tell them who I am and that I love them, and I will be with you each step you take” Then Again suddenly, as if no time passed, I was back in the park. The first thing I became aware of was that I could not feel his hand in mine. I cried and begged him to come back again, and I remember saying Lord there is so much I want to ask you. The Holy Spirit then opened the eyes of my understanding and I realised that God had allowed me to have a vision where Jesus came and called my name. Where he had appeared to me and called me for service. I was deeply shaken and all they way back to my car, I was worshipping my lord in tongues [heavenly Language]. How I drove home, I do not know, and as I told my wife and we both just praised God and give thanks. I told my pastor the following day Saturday 27th August 1994, and the response are you sure it was Jesus. I was upset and few in the church the following day had any encouragement. So On Monday 27th August 1994 I went to my local travel agent and asked how much a ticket would be for Uganda. As a boy in School we had a visiting teacher from Uganda. I marvelled at the little round huts they lived in and the photographs she showed us was amazing. So I settled it that Uganda was the place God wanted me to go. The ticket was £530.00. I had no money so I sold my car. I was determined to get to where Jesus sent me and do what he told me to do. All this time and even now. I still see my Lord and the love in his beautiful eyes. Yes I still cry and know someday I will be with him forever. I Got the exact money from the sale of my car. It was then that the Church saw that I was committed to following my lords Commission. A Little money came in and I went to Africa on Saturday 24th September 1994. I arrived in a country where I knew nobody. I asked the taxi driver at Entebbe airport to take to a Christian Guesthouse. He took me to marimba Guest house. That evening as I lay alone in my little room, a house girl knocked my door. She asked if I would like to attend a church. I was so happy. The following Day I who knew nobody was preaching to a Church of Over 2000 people. That evening I was speaking at Chief of Police Wedding anniversary, and in that audience were Government officials, and others. The following week I was given a small house to live in free of charge, a Vehicle and driver, and the mission to extreme poo and isolated villages was born. Since that time I have dedicated my whole life to Preaching the Gospel in remote areas of Africa, South India and have never had a salary. I have trusted and depended on God to meet my needs and that of my family. There have been and still are difficulties in rising the cost of Travel, But God always blesses me with Good people whom he has given a passion and heart to pray for these precious children and to sow financially into his work. This is how the Lord called me to service. I pray It will bless and inspire you. Thank you to all who have asked me how God called me to be a missionary without having a job to fund it. * [COMMON ENGLISH BIBLE] Even before I was born, the LORD God chose me to serve him and to lead back the people So the LORD has honoured me and made me strong. Evangelist Trevor Irwin. Please visit Charity mission website by clicking link below. / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ / http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1*

• *ANOTHER SALE THIS TIME ANGEL FISH*
  by Madeline M. Allen

  *THANK YOU my dear friend Joyce for buying my card of ANGEL FISH. You my friend made my afternoon much brighter. I hope that you like it …

  THANK YOU my dear friend Joyce for buying my card of ANGEL FISH. You my friend made my afternoon much brighter. I hope that you like it and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it! Have a great evening! Hugs & Kisses / Maddy

• HATS OFF TO THE ANGEL PHOTOGRAPHERS!!! CHECK THESE IMAGES OUT.
  by Alateia

  I was so impressed with the shots taken at the Angels staged last week. They are phenomonal. *Please take a moment to check these imag…

  I was so impressed with the shots taken at the Angels staged last week. They are phenomonal. Please take a moment to check these images out and pop over to the photographers site to see more…...they did a huge job…... it wasnt easy shooting as there were alot of factors to take into consideration. / here are a few of my favourites. Introducing: / PHOTOGRAPHER, MISSYMISS / / / / INTRODUCING: FELINEMIND / / / ...more to come…. / / by me

• Take a Cat Nap Little Angels to restore the Yin & Yang
  by Karin Taylor

  You must think I’ve gone mad with the above title eh….nope…..i just sold 3 cards with those titles and stuck them all together to for…

  You must think I’ve gone mad with the above title eh….nope…..i just sold 3 cards with those titles and stuck them all together to form a wierd phrase lol: / / Cat Nap / Little Angels / Yin & Yang Thank you to the one who bought them today, i hope you will enjoy these three!!

• Symmetrical Angel series with Kellie Kcranmer
  by Mark Peterson

  This is a series of Angel collaborations I have done with Kellie Kcranmer, and I owe her a tremendous amount of thanks for her encouragem…

  This is a series of Angel collaborations I have done with Kellie Kcranmer, and I owe her a tremendous amount of thanks for her encouragement, support and friendship. She has been a valuable asset to my artistic growth and an inspiration to say the least. My time spent on these artworks has been very rewarding and satisfying. An experience I want to continue forever. I Hope you enjoy these artworks as much as I have enjoyed the journey while creating them. Reflections of Imagination / Reflections of Heaven III / Inspiration comes to us from many places. From those who create the beautiful art and from our hearts. Life’s journey is what we make it, and when we hold with great value what others have to offer we can create anything our hearts desire. / Reflections of Heaven II / Realizing the power of our own thoughts is not something we all do everyday. We are constantly thinking and becoming inspired through what others say and the work they create. It’s an enrichment of the soul that empowers us to look beyond our own perception of reality and creates a never ending freedom of creation. / Reflections of Heaven / There are many ways to quite the mind and discover the peace within. Through art I create the freedom that my heart desire’s, because of this with art I will always and forever be free. Reflections of the Imagination II / Reflections of Imagination III /

• Hidden Treasure
  by Karin Taylor

  / Hidden Treasure...

  / Hidden Treasure A card of “Hidden Treasure” just flew off to become part of someone else’s life…... / a bit of meeeeeeeeeeee….....whoever purchased this card, i really hope you love it and / thank you so very much!!! Hidden Treasure Golden eggs are not always easy to find / Sometimes they lay hidden in the pockets of our seams / Sometimes we have to look beyond the obvious to see / the beauty in others~ traits of kindness, compassion, nurture and / gentleness are not always obvious at first glance and / what one may perceive as a fault or weakness / may actually be a great strength Hidden Treasure is a mixed media production on hardboard. Included in the mix are moulding paste for the eggs, gold and bronze paint, silver thread, fabric, charcoal, ink, pastel and acrylic with a gloss varnish over the eggs. / There is a poem in the background in gold cursive handwriting, which reads: Hidden Treasure Golden eggs are not always easy to find / Sometimes they lay hidden in the pockets of our seams / Sometimes we have to look beyond the obvious to see / the beauty in others~ traits of kindness, compassion, nurture and / gentleness are not always obvious at first glance and / what one may perceive as a fault or weakness / may actually be a great strength.

• Thank you Stillness Speaks!!
  by RavenSoul

  Thanks for featuring Guardian Angel / W…

  Thanks for featuring Guardian Angel / Was a pleasure working with Krisso i hope we can do more!

• THANKYOU
  by Kathie Nichols

  Just like to say a big THANKYOU to everyone that has taken the time to view my portfolio, leave comments, adding me to your watchlists an…

  Just like to say a big THANKYOU to everyone that has taken the time to view my portfolio, leave comments, adding me to your watchlists and favourites. I really do appreciate your feedback on my photos/art. You are all just like Angels really…....always so inspiring, lifting me to new levels of creativity and artistic expression that I never knew I had! Thanks again!!!! :)

• *ANOTHER SALE OF A CARD*!!!
  by Madeline M. Allen

  *A HUGE thank you out to Zoe , for not only buying this card but for giving me the Honor of designing this one especially for her Dear co…

  A HUGE thank you out to Zoe , for not only buying this card but for giving me the Honor of designing this one especially for her Dear cousin Cara , who is very ill with cancer. Zoe honey may God bless you both and I will keep Cara , you and your family in my prayers Honey ! / Thank You again for thinking of me and for your support with my artwork. Maddy / xoxoxo

• Angels on Show
  by John Douglas

  I have some of my paintings from my series Angels Over Australia on display in the Kings Cross/City East Neighbourhood Centre foyer. / ...

  I have some of my paintings from my series Angels Over Australia on display in the Kings Cross/City East Neighbourhood Centre foyer. The series depicts Charlie’s Angels coming to Australia and saving the world from an evil radioactive Hector Crawford clone. City East Neighbourhood Service Centre / 50 – 52 Darlinghurst Road, / Kings Cross/Potts Point / Sydney NSW 2011 From January 29th till Febuary 22nd.

• Calling All Angels !!!! 3-07-08
  by Naylor

  Friday 6:08am : / Dear Angels, / Isn’t life interesting … all the twists and turns that come along each path as we walk them… / I find m…

  Friday 6:08am : / Dear Angels, / Isn’t life interesting … all the twists and turns that come along each path as we walk them… / I find myself lost at times, lost in my own mind. I wake each day so thankful for being able to contribute to this world and enjoy the beauty in it, but then it seems my mind starts playing tricks on me !!! I start to question my worth and purpose as I go through the day. I get tired and lonely but then something happens to remind me to NEVER lose hope …to ALWAYS know that everyone has a purpose! I have stated many times that I believe that Angels do walk this earth right along side us and have been guilded by them many times through out my life , for that I am ever so thankful being that I am not so much a religious woman as I am spiritual ! Sometimes they come about in suttle ways and you have to always be listening or you might let their signs go right past . / This morning I sit here completely in awe….here is the reason why: / I had found a great opportunity to contribute to a wonderful new project that would allow me to express myself in a way that I had always dreamed but was hesitant to put myself out there for fear of rejection. I felt an urge to persue this opportunity within, so I ignored that fear and responded to the man in charge of this project … low and behold he answered back !!!! We conversed back a forth a few times but still wasn’t sure he was interested in my ideas for this project and actually let my mind , once again, take over. It had been a few days and I hadn’t heard back from this man and had convinced myself that I wasn’t good enough, my ideas were not what he was looking for. Feeling down I turned to music , my favorite song , Calling All Angels. I cried and spoke to my angels at that moment , expressed how much I wanted to contribute back and pleaded for their comfort at a moment . Within seconds I felt at peace …. The next morning I clicked on my email and there was the responce I had been looking for !!!!! The gentleman liked my idea and wanted me to go ahead and at least “give it a go” , do a trial run and see how it went ! I couldn’t believe it .. lol… I was given a chance to experience my dream!!! Well as the day went on I found myself worried that I may fail and had thoughts that maybe I shouldn’t fool myself , thoughts that I shouldn’t even try. Searching for comfort I clicked onto redbubble and started to let myself get lost in all the wonderful art work and found myself staring at a shot called : Calling All Angels by my wonderful friend Irish !!!!! / Some will say that I am just grasping at straws here but to me that was a sign !!! / Its the little things that we all need to really take time to notice and listen to every day … those little signs :) / I am starting a new daily blog my friends called … Calling All Angels … I will title it that because you all are my angels and I hope to hear from you all each day ! I will write about many things including my own daily life and look forward to hearing your comments . Thank you all for listening ….. (((hugs))) Celena / / We are each of us angels with only one wing, / and we can only fly by embracing one another. / ~Juciano De Crescenzo

• "Los Angeles Center for Digital Art" Scam
  by Randy Monteith

  There goes my $31.25 Click Here Thats the last time …

  There goes my $31.25 Click Here Thats the last time I Pay any fee to enter a so called Juried Show!

• Any Models In Los Angeles?
  by shawhouse

  Any redbubblers in the L.A. area interested in modeling? I’m ready to tackle nudes. Let me put that another way…. I’m inspired by…

  Any redbubblers in the L.A. area interested in modeling? I’m ready to tackle nudes. Let me put that another way…. I’m inspired by and envious of the remarkably creative, stunning work produced from redbubble collaborations in Australia. More than a few generations of creative types have made magic, if not a living, celebrating and interpreting the beauty and grace of the female form – the shape of the violin comes to mind. I think I’m ready to add to the conversation. My chief interest is portraiture – the street “photojournalist” stuff I do comes from an interest in capturing emotions, little dramas, in images. Since I don’t think that Jo is remotely interested in flying to Southern California for the joy of working with me & two passes to the Universal Studios tour, I’m writing this note. If you’re in, or coming to, L.A., ready to roll up your sleeves and get naked, expect a serious, professional collaboration full of laughs, lots of shadows, in every color of the palette so long as it’s tasteful black and white.

• One of my photos are being exhibited!
  by Anthony Begovic

  I’ve just had a very nice surprise … one of my images, Angels of Allah has been shortlisted…

  I’ve just had a very nice surprise … one of my images, Angels of Allah has been shortlisted in the My Favourite Travel Photo competition and will be exhibited in a Fitzroy gallery. The exhibition is at Dantes Upstairs Gallery, corner of Gertrude and Napier Streets in Fitzroy, Melbourne, on Friday 7 September, 2007. Apparently, all proceeds from the exhibition are donated to Co-Operation In Development (CO-ID); a registered Australian charity, building and operating schools on Bhola Island in southern Bangladesh. Sorry about the rant, but I’m just a bit excited, as I’ve never had any of my work hanging in a gallery before! cheers / Ant

• Dancing With Angels
  by InfinityRain

  Dancing With Angels / By Rain Today I danced with angels / Upon the glow of dawn / The haze it felt like kisses / On my sleepy skin We …

  Dancing With Angels / By Rain Today I danced with angels / Upon the glow of dawn / The haze it felt like kisses / On my sleepy skin We flew upon the laughter / And drifted on a sigh / We twirled through the lavender / And chased the damselflies Birds whispered to us secrets / And frogs shared with us a lily pad. / The dewdrops played a lively tune / The crickets added strings The night came far to quickly / It was time to leave this place / I wanted five more minutes / To take with me some peace Today I danced with Angels / Upon the glow of dawn / A gift of lavender beneath me. / And music for my soul.

• Wooooooooohooooooooo!!!!!!!!! An Interview with 1st Angel :o)
  by saleire

  I was over the moon and doing flips in the garden when 1st Angel asked me for an interview…...it was such fun to do and I felt so honou…

  I was over the moon and doing flips in the garden when 1st Angel asked me for an interview…...it was such fun to do and I felt so honoured to do it. Thank you so very much Beth…..you truly are an angel xxxxx Here is the link to the interview and 1st Angel’s’ wonderful site I am so thankful for this lovely honour xxxxxx Hugs, / Sal xxxxxxxxx

• Angel--Cross My Heart Featured in Living Christianity
  by Sally Omar

  I want to thank the Hosts of Living Christianity..for featuring my poem / Angel—Cross My Heart…It is a very special honor to me be…

  I want to thank the Hosts of Living Christianity..for featuring my poem / Angel—Cross My Heart…It is a very special honor to me because of my / love for the Angels that surround us…. And thank you Judi Taylor for your beautiful photo which was my inspiration / for this writing.. Hugs to All, Sally xxxxxxxxxxxooooooooo

• Learning to Fly Is Featured! Thank you!
  by RavenSoul

  Wow 3 pieces are featured How Awesome! I am so excited! Thanks so Much!!! Learning to Fly...

  Wow 3 pieces are featured How Awesome! I am so excited! Thanks so Much!!! Learning to Fly Thank you Live Love and Dream

• Silent Vigil has been featured!
  by Tainia Finlay

  I am blessed indeed! I felt sad for the forgotton Angel who looked in such despair, she has been made to feel special again! Sincer…

  I am blessed indeed! I felt sad for the forgotton Angel who looked in such despair, she has been made to feel special again! Sincere thanks to Sally & the moderators of the ‘Bits & Pieces’ group for selecting Silent Vigil to be featured. I am on cloud 9! It’s a great group to be a part of with beautiful works of art & words. If you havent been there yet I urge you to check it out!

• Country Angel Products!
  by hahpistuff

  Not sure where this sudden country flair came from, but here are some other products featuring my Country Angels!...

  Not sure where this sudden country flair came from, but here are some other products featuring my Country Angels! Thanks for checking them out….I kinda like them :) ~Shannon

• Gaze
  by Laura McCarthy

  My angel stood at the window, she had her back to me. I told myself it was so I could not see what she could. My angel turned to stare …

  My angel stood at the window, she had her back to me. I told myself it was so I could not see what she could. My angel turned to stare past me and then walked towards the door. I sat on the sagging bed and looked warily at my reflection. My reflected eyes were red, held in a face contorted with hatred, and my body was larger than I remembered. The glance down to my real body, once she had left the room, made my stomach give a violent lurch. She saw me bigger than I was – she was afraid of me. This realisation was much harder to take than her sadness, or even her anger. As much as I didn’t like to leave, I had to get out. I hated the street, all the new people, each with their own new perception, my body constantly deforming to keep up. I lurched along the street, unable to keep steady on what seemed uneven limbs. I closed my eyes but all I could see was the angel, her back to me, light shining softly through her white wings. Stumbling into a dingy bar where no one could see me in the low light, I asked for the cheapest beer. I watched a woman I hadn’t noticed loom towards me through a thin, white sheen that had appeared in front of my eyes. / “You shouldn’t, you know,” she said, “it’ll kill you.” I thought for a moment she was talking about the barely touched beer, clasped reflexively in my left hand. Then I realised she pictured me with a plastic bag over my head. / “Why would you do that?” I asked, not expecting her to understand the oddly muffled question. / “You’re too young to show your face in here.” / “I’m not…” / “That’s not what I meant,” she cut me off but her expression still told me to leave. The white sheen disappeared as soon as I stepped across the threshold. She had given me an idea though, perhaps a bag over my head might be a good idea. But as I passed the slow decay of the city’s garbage, all suffocated by plastic bags, I changed my mind. The piles had been almost beautiful when the angel was here, full of potential that I would never have noticed myself. Liquid burning down my throat made me realise I was still drinking – draining large amounts of clear vodka from a bottle. The arm holding the bottle was dressed in what must have once been corduroy, but was now dirty, green cloth. Lank hair fell into my eyes as I turned to see what had caused this sudden change in appearance. Three large-eyed children stared unashamedly at me. They had obviously broken off their scavenging to watch me, still clutching bald dolls and torn books. That the children saw me as some dangerous drifter made me laugh, but the laugh made me feel sick, so I continued back to my house as a drifter, people averting their eyes if they noticed me at all. Sitting inside, not bothering to stop the drafts because the cool brush against my skin was making me feel so alive, so ready for anything, especially for the angel. After what must have been hours of distraction, lying to myself, and sitting, trying to control my buzz, I fell asleep. When I woke up, the angel flitted past the door and everything became dull grey and brown shadows – she always seemed to do this, completely overwhelm my perception. Only she could do that. She wandered through the house, playing violin with a rapid blurring of arms, aggravating both our hung over faces. / “I’m going out drinking…swimming I mean,” I said, but she couldn’t hear my fumble over her song. Diving into the dark night water of the lake, my hands were engulfed in a glassy reddish-yellow light. I surfaced to find the source of what I assumed was my magical appearance. A beautiful woman with admiring but piercing eyes watched me from the bank. Her gaze reminded me of the way the angel watched me in bed, loving the way the thin white sheets covered without hiding anything. It seemed a long time since the angel had seen me glow. I went back under, experimenting with the coloured light under water, then walked home, watching the light fade and drip from my body. She wrapped her bathrobe around me when I stepped in, making it rain on to the floor. It was the first time we had touched in two days – I opened my mouth, but she pressed her finger to it. I remembered she had said once that she could understand people much more easily when they weren’t saying anything. I let her watch me in silence for a few moments, then I walked down the corridor when I couldn’t stand the scrutiny any longer. I had no way of knowing how she saw me in those few moments and as disconcerting as the ability was I had come to rely on it more and more. / / I decided to write a letter, but all I could think to do was break pencils, pushing each one with my thumb holding it in a fist, the satisfying snapping sound coming over and over. I looked out the window, and she was standing under the bare armed tree, the old leaves swirling around her, occasionally catching on her wings. When she saw me she walked away, out of view, but a few moments later I felt her behind me. She took my hand and we stood in front of the mirror, I looked like myself again. I didn’t say anything and smiled at my angel.

• kaos is the infinite future - I finally finished it...
  by kathleen

  I was nervous and tense about this all week and for all the stress I thought I would milk this upload for what I could get… In case yo…

  I was nervous and tense about this all week and for all the stress I thought I would milk this upload for what I could get… In case you missed it… please consider checking out my entry for the “Infinite Future Chaos” digital art competition and if you do, I hope you like it! kaos is the infinite future thanks in anticipation! kath here’s some detail

• Sorry, I'm a little late on my 'thank you's' again!
  by hahpistuff

  I just wanted to send out a quick entry to thank the person who purchased my Reaper and my Gothic Angel a few days ago, and also to the o…

  I just wanted to send out a quick entry to thank the person who purchased my Reaper and my Gothic Angel a few days ago, and also to the other person who purchased my Reaper earlier today. It makes me so happy on so many different levels when I see that someone has chosen one of my designs, especially my ‘Lighter Side of Dark’ characters. Thanks again! / Shannon