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Sintija's cloak as the wind caught it. Her hand tensed to steady her bow. The arrow was noched, the line tense in her hand. The white stag was almost in position. A miracle waiting to die. Did it know, she wondered, its life was a heartbeat away from ending.

2 4
2019-07-07

Once I've said
I don't have hobbies
but obsessions
never thought it will end
but the first kiss of new one
I was swept off my feet
I don't know what future holds
glad to found new wave


10 32
2019-07-07

and without contradiction
Art studio covered in the smell of thinking
Yellow is
Beyond all reasoning
Red is far too vibrant a colour for the lens to absorb
Blue is boring
Green must be put out front
A beauty so perfectly equipped
I adore you
Green
KF

1 5
2019-07-06

Too numerous to mention is the patterns and designs on vinyl adhesive contact. Finally, I’ve managed to find a good fit for the art below.
by Katy Francis

0 9
2019-07-06

たそくろやりつつ、AKファミリー的な何かを作ろうとするも途中でキメラ銃にしようと寄り道し、しかし結局VSSっぽいものになりそうな物…

6 22
2019-07-02

Our lives
Are but a tapestry
Of weaved brocade
And

A stage
Spun by The Weaver
Upon which stories
Are played

We each can choose
Adventure
Or a life to live
More staid

It all depends
Upon the choices
Each of us
Has made

55 222
2019-07-02

She was a portrait of perfection. A smile adorned her face, and she dazzled in jewels of vibrant colors. Her footsteps left a sillage of confidence. Yet, hidden deep within her her smile blurred, and her jewels dripped like paint on a watercolor canvas.

9 49
2019-06-30

you can hear it
in the stone lion's roar
see the horizon torn
by the eagles of war
slashed veins bleed ink
every word stained red
as bruised psyches
translate the languages of pain
into alliterate code



by Cindy Grundsten

21 35
2019-06-30

"We called them the Shipwrecked. Lost souls in a permanent state of bemusement, they had crashed upon our world after their navigation systems fried in an Ion Flux storm. Feeling pity, we began to look after them, and they've been loyal to their Keepers since."

11 29
2019-06-29

I've given some challenging prompts this month! Nicely done! Only 2 more sleeps before I pass the torch to
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Imagine the future: androids (optional theme) serve & the most vulnerable humans.


P R O T E C T

61 248
2019-06-29

...but without any of his alien tech the MinonMaker pumped out nincompoops instead of the fierce regime he was hoping for. 



1 6
2019-06-28

This month has been an absolute pleasure being your host!

will be your July promptess. Make sure you're following her for final prompts.

Until then...

In the beginning was the word... and the word was

M Y T H O S

79 258
2019-06-26

So sly, so cunning,
he was downright maniacal.

He built empires with the sharpness of his blade.

Planets & Civilizations shivered at the sound of his name.

RedStick, the "man"
born with the tongue of silver.


3 6
2019-06-26

“WANT TO KNOW A SECRET?

-I don’t need a silver pen to write.
-Don’t need a computer or typewriter.
-I don’t even need my crayon.

-I just need to listen.
-Then it writes itself.” ©️Aspen

➡️BB Daily in July

SOAR🕊💫#vss365

⬇️FOR YOU~I❤️U
Run to you https://t.co/lodklVwaEu

27 129
2019-06-25

Their arms swing loose
Their Tongues engage
Their hands have held the spade

But what of Ruthy
In yonder grave,
If soil comes loose
From all the rain?

When a woman appears
Who looks the same
Their arms swing loose
Their tongues engage


K F

2 9
2019-06-25

It was a cosmic pull of sorts, the gravitational force of the Universe just seemed to spin the vortex faster & faster, dragging the memories in, unable to stop the momentum. The sensations were so overwhelming to the point of being excruciating, leaving a celestial scar

1 4
2019-06-25

Holding you all night
As we process this stuff
Love will only grow
When things get tough

Never have you cried
Thusly after a call
You came willingly
Let your sorrow fall

The news is the worst
Troubling—yet I’m sure
We will rebuild a world
Where you feel secure


29 46
2019-06-19

Hovering above the choppy seas Sporky stares longingly at the spot where his mother was last seen, a single tear glistens by their two suns as he flys by the holographic totem in memoriam of his beloved mother.

0 1
2019-06-17

Don’t waste your time with prompt words
They’ll spoil your randomness, now
Bolt over here and kiss me

4 24
2019-06-14