Story writing
397 creative works found
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A study of gold light reflecting off the nib of a calligraphy pen.
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For the longest time it was hard to be me / ostracised and critisised, abused beat down and victimised / A lifetime, a few, of being one who / would take the crap… / Now its different, Now I’m sane / I will not go to that dark place again / Will not bow down and just accept the pain / I will not go back / I will not surrender / I’ll learn to live with all I remember / Cherish those few moments that were tender / And I’ll live / No longer am I a victim / No more am I their toy / I hold my head up high each day / I’ve found true love and a better way / And I will live / I will know joy / I’ll go on to give my child love and care / Show her there is hope out there / To bring her happiness I’ve never known / To provide for us a happy home / I know to be untainted and unbroken once more / would take a miracle I know for sure / But I’m okay with myself these days / with my place in the world / and my foot in the door / Because I now have hope / I now have love / and I dont really need much else at all… / -dimarie created in ps / layering, dodging, burning, stars… / poem written by me thankyou for taking the time to view my art and (hopefully) comment… / please have a look at my other artwork… / hope you enjoy! :) /
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I view a scene reminescent of a war torn village, the silhoeuttes of dazed soldiers and the bodies of victims strewn over several acres. This bark abstract is a great canvas to project your perceptions and stories about this scene. The imagery and characters can lead you to write the story captured by this photograph. Please view this in the larger format to view the imagery.
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Best Viewed Large All Rights Reserved / @ Julia Wright
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“It had been a long and sleepless night. Our bodies ached from the long journey into the jungle. Treasure hunting wasn’t turning out as much fun as we thought. The distant call of the Toucan was enough to wake the dead. Even though the night air was cool, I still woke up in a lather of sweat. As the sun peeked over the horizon it gradually lit up the cave…..what the new morning sunlight revealed to us just took our breath away…............ Macro photograph taken from the bark of a Palm tree. Other Stories with Photos Featured in the group Sets of Two 29th October, 2008! All of my photographs are now available to buy in gallery size prints, on paper or canvas* Please contact me directly for sizes and pricing! My Sales / UrbanArt / Panoramics / Rockscapes / Barkscapes / Flowers / Paintings / Sunsets / Story Photoart Please visit my group / Nature’s Macro Canvas / Macro photography group for Abstract Landscapes/Art found in nature! and my new group…... / Abstract Macro Urban Art !
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One of 26 images for a new manuscript for a children’s picture book…… this is a combination of photography, vector, drawings and a special recipe for the overall effect. I wanted to stay with the shadows because I love the challenge of allowing little ones to use their imagination to visualize the character they want to see. I started this manuscript with my youngest as my inspiration, she loves cupcakes. I had a blast writing the Lilliput picture book and my kids really enjoyed it. I am really proud of all the hard work and how it turned out and I cannot wait until it finds a home at a house. Until then I want to keep writing and make up the illustrations. I love the challenge and the expression on my kids faces with the images that I turn out. btw…. / The cupcake is actually a first attempt over a year ago to design vector art. I never deleted it, thank goodness :).
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Featured in Community Red bubble Weekly News!!.. I am thrilled by this humbling mention. thanks RED Bubble this is an image I took.. when on the trail from Fairbanks Alaska .. down the Alcan Highway.. info here / I drove all the way to Florida.. and left Alaska behind… (4,999 miles trip ) There I learned about a more peaceful life.. I learned there was hope in all circumstances. I learned to pause before speaking.. I met my Lord and savior there.. / this is actually in Canada, in the Yukon territory, and these hubcaps.. in the form of Totem poles are part of a collection of the store owners.. so typical of the humor of these guys.. many a people come down this trail, which is over 1000 miles long , down the Canadian rockies.. and I guess, they leave many a hubcap along the way. but the vision you see in the background is Alaska.. we were close to the border.. Ill never forget this trail. / my son and I slept in the car just left of here.. and when we woke up, I took this image.. camera : a disposable one of those kind this is in special dedication to my bubbler friend : Anibal, for she dreams of visiting this place
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Best viewed larger / This composite was made to illustrate a journal announcement as well as a very short story that I wrote further to the publication of Anna’s Eternal Sorrow , my collaboration work with the talented author, Lily Munroe . All layers described below were either photographed or created by me. Position cursor over thumbnails for more details / Featured in the group Layered With Texture on March 28, 2009 Laminated print sold on March 29, 2009
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The bus pulled away from the curb, jabbed into traffic and was gone in a cloud of gray smoke. I turned to cross the street and glanced at an advertisement for a late night comedy show on the plastic bus stop enclosure. The man’s face was revealed in the glare of passing cars, neon lights and the sunlight. It stared out or rather away, in that it was a mirrored image. He stood behind the bus stop next to a grocery cart that overflowed with brown, black and gray items that were undistinguisable. I didn’t really want to look that closely. I was sure it would smell bad. Yet his face had the stoic, proud and self-righteous distain of a General or nobleman who commandeered an army of slaves. I tried not to catch his eye. But suddenly he peered past the reflection, past the trash, past the smoke, past the overgrown ivy that plastered itself onto a crumbling rock wall, past the frozen stares of Holiday tourists, past the school children looking for trouble and sex and music and free food, past the mature shopping women who took heavy steps in tall, thick boots, past the tree trunk with the heart shape carved into its trunk and he looked directly into his eyes. And they were mine. Then he looked away. And so did I.
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“Non-stop, edge-of-your-seat action, tempered by tender moments and cheeky laughter…” – E Machine
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this is an entry to the Flash Fiction and Tee Shirt Revolutioon design challege. The brief is to make a tee shirt design based on an existing story in the Flash Fiction gallery. My design is based on a short but pithy story by Rex Inkpen called ‘define weird’...... as soon as I read the first line of this wonderful tight little vingette I had the idea for the tee shirt…. hope it makes sense to you guys…. enjoy ….. oh and really… take it up to large view to really see the story…... it’s worth the effort….promise….:)
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by Juilee PryorA day or so ago I made a tee shirt based on a short story for a challenge in the flash fiction group and it is called define weird well this attempt at illustrating a bit of writing has inspired another writer to ask me to do one for them…. and here it is….....batter for the soul is the name of the very very short story by PJ Ryan that this tee shirt illustrates. a short and yummy meditation on the lure of cake. mmmmm yummy cake.
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From a distance it appeared to be simply a playground. As I neared the edge of a small stream surrounded by tall reeds, I could see there was much more than my eyes had first focused on. Great mounds of glittering gold sticks were buried beneath clay. Silver water lilies floated under rich deep layers of seaweed, lichen and moss. From out of the moss jutted flagpoles draped with ivy and scarves embellished with the faces of people I had met many years before. I watched the scarves wave in the wind. I was overcome with emotion and wept upon the steps that led toward a shelter. I ran for cover and lay upon a stone bench surrounded by flowers. Then I drifted to sleep. When I awoke my hair had turned white and my teeth hurt. I sat up and glanced around. I had a faint memory of the experience before my long, long nap. Yet now it looked once again like a playground. So I got up and played. From Inside to the Distance is acrylic on canvas 30”x30”
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“I remember, the misty cool morning by the beach, the dark clouds rolled across the horizon in slow motion, broken rays of sunlight struggled to reach the earth as the black colorless rainbow exposed itself across the sky. I tilted my head and squinted as I breathed in the salty sweet air. Am I losing it, everything seems shattered and broken, who am I?” Writing inspired by John Fish, who stirs my imagination with every work of art and writing, a truly amazing journey to view and read his works. Super-Macro photograph, focal length 6.0-20mm. Concrete, and rusty patterns from a kerb. Some of my work can be purchased and downloaded from my portfolio at Shutterstock. SHUTTERSTOCK PORTFOLIO / FOTOLIA PORTFOLIO / DREAMSTIME PORTFOLIO“ All of my photographs are now available to buy in gallery size prints, on paper or canvas* Please contact me directly for sizes and pricing! UrbanArt
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White sands and snowflakes floated about the rust-colored fog as Mr. Kimberly traveled with freckled feet across loose boards and headed toward a thin blank spot on the horizon. Kimberly reached with sweating, shaking hands for a flagpole that wasn’t really there. / “I was meant to be king,” He shouted at slivers of shadow and clouds of unknown closed eyes that studded a brick wall. He fell. And in falling, his dreams became reality. As soon as he stopped trying to breath he was able to feel the curtains of doom raise like a theater’s opening night. / As his body molded onto weathered wood moorings, he felt for a hand to grasp with his own hand, with his own heart, with his own brain that fizzled like frying eggs on a platter. He reach farther and farther. It felt empty. Yet he knew intuitively that there was something there. Something strong inside the void. And then he felt it. The emptiness that was as full as a lover’s arms, as full as a mother’s eyes, as full as a friend’s laughter. / Kimberly held on. Tight. Not for dear life. For it was too late for that. He held on to eternity. And it held him back. Dark Shoreline is acrylic, India ink and gesso on paper / 15”x22”
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Walking quietly, he crept along the hidden harbor lights and blew them out. One by one. He slid between wood and water and felt for dry land. His fingers slipped through sand that trickled across his chest, down his pant legs and onto the boardwalk. He looked up and saw, through beams of fog, through wedges of flashing light, through fluttering wings of either angels or doves or pigeons, saw through countless pillows of resentment that had curdled into anger, saw through pangs of love lost and love found and love forgotten and love unappreciated and love lust love lust love lust, saw through the eyelids of the being he was born as that he had not remembered until this second, and saw saw saw the boat come in. It was a sad little ship. Yet it was just right for him. Perfect. And he was glad he had waited. Now he could sail. “Boat Has Landed” is acrylic and gesso on heavy paper 15”x20”
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I’ve been sitting on this rough image for long enough without the foggiest notion what I want the duckling to be “saying”. So, I’m now leaving it up to all of you! If you want to, write your responses as if the duckling was talking. It can be anything from the original title: “Wow, what an assortment!” to one of those weird mental flows of fantasy I’m prone to. No limits on word amounts, no limits on variety (sans the words that would get the piece marked ‘unsafe for office viewing’. Keeping it clean with be harder but more fun for the kids. :-) ), no editing from me. Just your imagination and a duck. What could go possibly go awry with THIS? LMAO Have fun!
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1 RAW, shot about 7 times, as the cat licked itself. / Suburban Scenes by Mike Savad / Postage, Cards, Framed Prints, Keychains, Shirts, Stickers, Magnets, Shoes, and more.Plus everything is customizable and can be bought in bulk. Mike’s Americana / Gifts for the Barber, Dentist, Doctor, Writer, Fireman, Mailman, and hobbies including sewing. Houses, Trains, Cars, Motorcycles, and more. Suburban Scenes II / Featuring puzzles, watches, clocks, clothes and so much more. Squidoo Lenses / Advanced HDR methods.
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We stepped out onto concrete steps that were cracked from earthquake disturbance into black veins from which grass had grown, dried, died and sprouted again. A red flash was reflected in my parked Dodge Neon. It occurred to me that if I’d known the auto would receive so much attention, I would have washed it sometime in the last six months. Then the red glob of a ball flew into tree tops and sat on one limb of an old palm, as if making a nest. Yet the surrounding air and light continued to spin and whirl with white streaks folding and unfolding like shafts of shiny fabric in the sun. / “I heard a loud boom,” my friend said. / “I missed that. But maybe it came from that red ball.” / “What ball?” He glanced around the yard. / A head shot out of a window from the house next door. / “What was that?” The face was frightened and confused. “I felt rumble like a truck going by.” / I stared at the red ball. It twirled and flew in a circle around my head. It bloomed into tiny feathers that cascaded across the sky and then fell like snow onto the lawn. / “That was cool,” My friend smiled and turned his head toward me. “It was like a symphony.” / The face of the stranger next door lit up with laughter. “Wow that was wild. I felt like I was dancing a jig and yet I didn’t move my legs an inch.” / I looked toward the face and wondered if it was an old man or woman. It was hard to tell. Oh, well that’s Hollywood for you. I said, “I guess it must have been all in your head.” / “That’s impossible,” The race frowned with overly red lips and pulled down a wrinkled brow under platinum hair. “Are you calling me crazy?” / “No,” I replied. “I was just saying that things aren’t always what they appear to be.” / “Nonsense,” My friend said. “I know what I see. And what I feel. And what I hear. And I heard a symphony, dammit.” / “OK. OK. I have to leave.” I shook hands and started to hug my friend goodbye and then realized he backed away slightly with a quick jerk as if repelled. I thought how odd it was that I felt such magnetic attraction and he obviously felt just the opposite force. I opened the pulled the car door open and glanced up at the red ball. It was gone. I suddenly wondered if I was going crazy. Then I thought that at least I wasn’t alone. Those too were loonier than I was. Where is That Coming From? is acrylic and India ink on paper 15”x20”
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Another entry from my leather moleskin journal. This was a reflection on how we’ve all got so many untold stories. I don’t want to go to my grave without passing on my stories that are worth passing on especially if there’s a chance those stories could affect or help another in any positive way. The same goes for my whole family…. I don’t want them passing without me finding out their important untold stories. I still don’t know half as much as I’d like to know about my Grandfather’s prisoner of war days and he passed many a year ago. So that story is with my Dad now and once he’s gone the story will be too. Perhaps I’ll sit down with Dad soon and write it all down? And then there’s so many of my own personal stories that only I, myself know. One’s that Im’ just not ready to share with another yet… whether emotional, physical or spiritual I just can’t put them out there just yet. I am sure one day though I’ll probably be ready to share them. What untold stories do you have that you’d like to make sure get passed on before you die?
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“Work Wonders” is now in print. Wherever you may be today, / take just a little time for you . . . / Visit: www.leon-walker.com / I hope that you will be glad you did. Give someone you love the gift of a book. The book is available online / through Barnes and Noble (www.bn.com), Amazon.com or the publisher at: Xlibris.com You may also order through your local bookstore if you happen to be browsing.* Another magnificent design by Lilith. *You can find more of Lilith’s work here: Lilith
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PLEASE READ THIS. This is Grace taken just a week ago while on Mission in Remote Tunga/Zuga Village. I Give God thanks to all of yu here on RB who have prayed, donated Money, painted her Portrait and your Love for me, The Children and Gods Mission among the extreme poor. Grace would certainly be dead now, If it was not for those of yu who purchased her photographs and made donations via our Charity website. She is now at our small school in The village and I actually heard her singing early in the morning outside my hut. Her voice is so Divine. Her life has touched so many here on Rb and in the villages. This is my Passion in life and inspiration. To help as many children to lice healthy and happy lives. God Bless you all my dear friends. Without you I, the team and Philadelphia Mission could not do what we have done and are doing. ALL PROCEEDS FROM SALE OF MY ART, PLUS DONATIONS MADE TO PHILADELPHIA MISSION CHARITY, GOES TO HELP EXTREME POOR AND SICK IN REMOTE AND RURAL VILLAGES IN AFRICA. WE NEVER TAKE ANYTHING OUT OF YOUR GIVING. ALL CHARITY OVERHEADS ARE COVERED BY OUR MEMBERS AND VOLUNTEERS. I invite all to Please drop in and visit my Charity website: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon 500D. Lens: Canon EF70-300 IS USM. [AS IS]
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There’s an amazing writer here called bellmusker who has created such wonderful stories I’ve actually been able to visualise some of them. There’s one called whisperflung that gave me such vivid images in my head I had to ask if I could try to produce them. Her co-model in these images is Eranthos who also gave his all to help produce the right atmosphere. Bell hasn’t much enjoyed being photographed in the past, thank goodness she’s gotten over that! Thanks so much for allowing me to try and recreate your story Shot with Canon 5D Mk II and lensbaby composer f/4 Whisperflung He waits until she’s asleep to begin. Her hand is pressed against her chest as her eyelids flicker. She’s right up against the wall, reaching away from him even in her sleep. He told her this, once, and she ran her hand slowly across her brow, and looked away. She didn’t answer. He rests his head on her pillow and draws in close. In a voice low and longing, he whispers to her. BREATHE / She stirs. She doesn’t wake but turns, her hand fluttering against her breast. She dreams of her heart, rich reds swirling as blood spirals through her, as the throbbing beats a hunger thump deep inside. Her breath catches as she inhales. Her mouth parts slightly. He leans closer, and whispers to her. SWIM / She smiles into the curve of her shoulder. She dreams of the inky depths, the water rolling against her skin in swells of gentle seduction. Her feet stretch and point, turning over and over as the salt water holds her close. There are shadows in the depths below her. She doesn’t swim away from them. He gazes at the streetlight falling across her face, and whispers to her. SPEAK / Her head tilts to one side, and strands of hair tumble across her neck. She dreams of a song so delicate it floats in front of her, spun sugar held up by the breeze, of crooned words that travel down her spine like a shudder. A moan so soft he barely catches it drifts from her lips. He slides the strands of hair from her neck, and whispers to her. STAY / Her fingers uncurl against her chest as she murmurs. He watches her hand open, and in her sleep she stretches for something just out of reach.
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