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Picturings!
Picturings!
It seems like a while since we've had one of these. Just regular (written) picturings. Tell me if you want one- I'll try to get them done ASAP. Also, if you want to do some, feel free to.
submitted by Bluebird
(December 17, 2016 - 7:57 am)
(December 17, 2016 - 7:57 am)
Could someone please do me? Thanks in advance.
(December 22, 2016 - 8:23 pm)
Aye I'll do some too! However, mine are just normal apperance ones, not the cool stories that Bluebird's doing. Enjoy <3
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Autumn Leaves: The girl laughs, running through the park, crimson and gold leaves flying up with her every bounding step. Her cheeks are slapped pink from the chill fall breeze that winds its way through the trees and under park benches. She wears red, knee-high galoshes, occasionally pausing to jump in a residual puddle left over from that last night's rain. The boots are followed by dark denim jeans, then a dark grey Patagoina puff jacket, part of a striped t-shirt visible from under the coat's hem. She flips an auburn braid over her shoulder with a wide, watermelon slice grin before taking off to explore the scenic fall day once more.
(December 23, 2016 - 11:45 am)
Gared~ (I'm having awful writer's block right now, so I tried)
Gared strolled into the gymnasium, where many students were putting on the final touches for the dance. Streamers hung on the walls, and balloons floated around here and there- it was pretty cheesy, if you asked him. He walked over to the stage. At least the school got decent equipment, he thought.
A few weeks ago, when the winter dance was still being planned out, he had asked the student council if he could DJ. They said yes- that meant that they didn't have to hire one, right? More money to spend on cheap refreshments. So, here he was, DJing (is that a word?) for his school on the last day before winter break.
Students trickled in. Gared fiddled with the collar of his shirt as he waited for the dance to offically start. He kept his eyes on the door, looking for his friends, Jack and 'DJ Bowtie'. They were coming as a couple, which had been a bit of an issue at first. All was good, now.
After a while, the lights were turned off, and Gared started the music.
(December 23, 2016 - 9:50 pm)
i would like a picturing, thanks!
(December 24, 2016 - 12:27 am)
Ooh, ooh! Me plz!
(December 24, 2016 - 2:55 pm)
Danie
The girl had long, untamed brown hair and a smile that matched the brightness of the sun. She watched the others on the recess field play soccer, or tag, and the brave few unafraid of a teasing, hopscotch. She, on the other hand, would never have settled for such things. Once released from her classroom, she hiked up her flowing red skirt, revealing her worn sneakers, and ran to the forest boardering her school. The teachers were far to preoccupied with the others to notice one girl leave, even one with such a brightly colored dress. She finally reached the edge of the wood, bordering the recess field. But, instead of venturing into the deep forest, she walked length of it. She walked for a minute or so, until she came to a large tree. Grasping one of the highest branches, she pulled herself up. She continued doing so, grasping a branch with one hand and pushing with her legs, finding footholds in the grooves of the ancient bark where necessary. The dress made climbing slightly more difficult, but after years of being forced into them she had learned ways around it. She looked above her and grabbed the final, largest branch of the tree. She pulled herself up, resting on the large branch observing the events taking place below. They would never find her here.
(December 26, 2016 - 9:18 am)
I'll try one!
Bluebird~
Light streams through the art studio’s open windows, casting an almost heavenly glow around the girl seated at the easel. She squints at the bird outside her window, the sun’s rays reflecting off of her honey blonde hair. She turns back to her piece, making bold streaks across the previously blank canvas. Her face is scrunched up in concentration, and the bright blue paint flecks dot her nose like freckles. The wind ruffles the bird’s feathers outside, and in a suddenly decisive moment, the bird darts in through the open window and perches on the girl’s easel.
(December 28, 2016 - 3:35 pm)
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(December 29, 2016 - 12:10 am)