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5 Impossible Things Once upon a time there were 5 children. Each morn they were to imagine 5 things of the impossible. Sooner or later their options became limited and they realised that the impossibilities they had imagined were becoming rather ridiculous.SunnyBunny13
We were these children.
We dared to dream, fought to believe and lived to imagine. We challenge YOU to do the same.
I have three brothers and one sister. My brothers Dragon, Knight and Day and my sister is Flutter. I am Sprite. Our parents gave us 'normal' names, so to say, but we outgrew these names and found new ones to suit our personalities. Dragon is the eldest brother, Flutter is the youngest, Day is my youngest brother and Knight, my twin brother to whom I am his sister. We are the family that has no lastname. Five years ago when Flutter was but an infant, our parents died in an horrendous fire to our mansion. Although at this time we went by the names we were given (Dragon- Ackley, Knig
Chemical ReactionsEmotions decay in isotopal variationmurasakiriyu
Suspended in souls aetherial presence
Distilling, despair, passion, anger
Through electron-plasmic convocations
Titrated to logics base induction
(formulaic change of hysteria into sense)
Creating concords, equitable fluctuation
All from a nucleic base reaction
The Little Bird Once, there was a little bird. She was white and pure and sleek. She didn't quite fit in with the other birds. Her mind was a lot bigger, more open. So the other birds hated the little white bird.RolllingGirl
When she took her first flight, every bird mocked her, maybe it was the way her wings flared, or the way her eyes darted about, they despised her. So she fell to the ground, hating the way her wings flared, and they way her eyes darted around. She stuck to the ground from then on, and never flew, not even at night.
When she had fallen, she fell on the dust covering another bird carcess. She was disgusted at the sight of her, covered in grey and the blood of another bird who didn't quite survive the fall. The little bird could never seem to wash all the dirt and red off, so she stayed stained, hating her feathers and eyes and mind and flight.
But, on the ground, the grey and red bird met
Soul FlyUncle Levi and Auntie Gertrude and Katie didn’t miss Gramma. They didn’t even think about her until her Soul Fly Day came. Their flies were silver with big sparkly opal eyes, but Momma said the wood ones Grampa carved for us were just as good.Leonca
It was my first Soul Fly Day ever. Momma got me a new black dress and told me it was all right to cry. Katie’s dress had white ruffles and silver flies stitched into it. She pointed at my wood fly and called us poor.
There were so many people there was barely enough room for the shaman to get to Gramma. Everyone got real quiet so we could hear him say words I didn’t understand. Gramma’s Soul Fly came out of her mouth and started flying over us. It was like a paper doll, only just black. It landed on my head and Momma cheered and we sang Soul Fly Day songs. Katie whined about how she should have got the blessing because her fly was so pretty.
And that’s how my painting won first prize at the fair.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium|
Favourite genre of music: I prefer Heavier stuff but am open to almost anything.
Favourite style of art: Semi-realism, manga, sometimes photography, I guess it depends on my mood
Operating System: vista/ Seven/ Windows 8*dies*
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano the new one, in pink.
Favourite cartoon character: NEMO! That counts, right?
Personal Quote: "This isn't the end!" Among others....