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Volume I:
Colour

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Literature
Blue.Blue...
That was our color.

I held on to you.
I didn't want you to go.
If I let go,
You'd be gone,
For the summer.

But you released yourself,
From me.

You promised,
You'd be back.

You promised,
To bring me something blue.

You didn't.

Before you left,
You plucked a,
Bluebonnet.

You gave it to me.
To help you remember,
You said.

You never came back.

The bluebonnet wilted,
And died.
In time,
My heart did too.

Blue,
Was our color.

Do you remember? Colouring In Sometimes when I'm bored, I doodle in my head. I take up an imaginary pencil and draw leaves and flowers on the trees, birds in the sky, butterflies which land on my arms. I fill the sad world with colour. I draw smiles on people's faces.

My brother was a soldier, but they sent him back when he couldn't shoot anymore. I draw him back his missing arm and a medal on his chest and make his mouth touch his ears at each end. He doesn't smile much, now, and he says they don't award medals for bad luck.

I colour in the square, grey buildings of the city which fills my canvas as far as I can see. The library is green, like the plants I've seen p The Demon's NymphDeep in an underground cave, crystals glowed the entire cavern in a blue radiance with what little light they received. The caverns glow sparkled onto the water, creating a spot light. The water spun in a whirl pool, churning in reverse, levitating upwards as it created a humanoid body. A pale blue female humanoid body with a long flowing and strapless dress created from the water of the pool. Her hair was black, silky, and formed around her bodice. Her eyes were sharp, electric yellow, glaring at whatever lied before her. The water nymphs lips were in a permanent scowl as she crossed the cavern with long angry strides.

Her arms rose, palms Six Word Story ContestAround the World in 80 days

"Ma'am? Where is my yellow submarine?" :thumb316790730: :thumb195023478: Last NightLast night I watched the fireworks. They were bright. They were beautiful. Shimmering lights of blue, red, green, gold, silver, and white decorated the night sky. So much smoke rose into the atmosphere, adding a much more spectacular effect.

As I watched the wonderful sight, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Yes, the fireworks were a beautiful thing to see. But as they burst into the air, all I could think of was Jake. I wish he was here. I wish he wasn't up in Twain Harte. I wish he could wrap his arms around me. I wish I could see the fireworks light up his face so I could see his smile.

At the thought of him, a smile tugged at the c :thumb312036274: :thumb282661055: An Apple for the TeacherHer name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.

"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.

"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.

"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they :thumb317130043: Roses.Rose red glow in simple death.
Pure, white light of heaven sent.
Yellow shine, and glimmer bright, for death be sent by the night.
Black rose called for shadowed night, to claim the hellish glow.
Pink rose know that lovers lost begot what best became. Tyrian PurpleTyrian purple
lips match the blue
fingerprint bruises wrapped around
her throat like the latest fashion.
A thump
and a gulp of air
rushes into the silent stage
of a delectable crime scene.
They prod her body like sushi with chopsticks;
the air tastes stale, unused.
One uniform brushes fingertips
across her velvet skin while
another admires the glossy black hair
missing a single lock. :thumb316259687: :thumb313019416: Home is where the heart is - Cyprus“Home is where the heart is,”
and my heart lies with you.
The four seasons’ tide
may ebb and flow
but my devotion to you
is eternal.

----------------------------------

Springtime arrives
as I lay on your lawns,
sincerely tranquil.

Spy a bud
and watch it bloom –
metamorphose into an emblem
of sheer grace and elegance.
Ophrys kotschyi...

A true child of your soils.

Gaze into your heavenly azure
and fall into a world
of fabulous fiction.
Let loose your solemn breeze
- a whisper in the willows –
and temper my brow
as my mind wonders
into further chimerical creativity.

Give ear to the wind
and the harmonio ColoursColours

Isn't it funny how a small thing like a colour can change a life completely? The gay pride sticker on Michael's car for example. Six innocent colours, one would think, but reason enough for the entire rugby team to beat him up.
I am rainbow coloured, too. No, I am not talking about my sex life here. I'm a tattoo addict. My skin is covered in black, pink, blue and red ink and my hair has been dyed in various colour since I was a teenager.
Colours seem to be standard uniform for failure in the eyes of those who love to be right. Those who refer to themselves as being normal. There are quite a lot of them. Especially here, in this d :thumb300911977: Case of the White KnightPre-Chorus: (acapella)
Just another wayward lover
You took my heart and ran for cover
And now all my flags are waving
But you're the one who needs the saving

Verse One:
You got a case of the white knight
But you don't know which war to fight
So you run run away
For another chance to save the day

*Guitar Solo*

Verse Two: (Guitar joins my singing)
I know that you do remember
The days of the magic December
But still you run away
And deny that my heart's yours to stay

*Pre-Chorus*

Chorus:
And you can tell me all you want that
You're leaving me and you won't be back
Because I know, yeah I know
That we're not over, we're not ov OrangeOrange is the blush of yellow
Reading second most in the rainbow
Aligning itself complimentary to blue
Notable for its tang and acidity in cuisine
Greater in warmth than blue or green
Even encompassing earthen hues.

Orange is the flush of life
Rendering us fruitful with zest
A pair of polarizing glasses to make the world vibrant
Never dying fire of intensity
Glowing high above the dark
Exuberant as the sun in the sky

Orange is the dye of mortality
Reigning its irrefutable glow over humanity
As it waves goodbye, a loved one departing
Necrotizing nature until the day after
Grave of the fireflies, virulence of the impoverished
E :thumb316724193: Coffee CupHe longed to be her coffee cup
Purple lipstick around his edges
Slender fingers wrapped around him
Every single morning
And the nights she couldn't sleep The Ivy and The TreeWhy must the
Killer ivy hang

Upon every branch
Of the tree

From which humanity
Draws its life

And thus poison
All speech with

Bitterness which
Only breeds sorrow Green GrapesI love green grapes,
but is it the alliteration
or the taste? Her Favorite ColorOne of the first things I ask people when trying to get to know them is, "What's your favorite color?" I can name the favorite color of every person I've ever had a crush on, every close friend or any interesting person I've met over the last two years. I forget names all the time, I forget important dates, favorite song titles or the day we met, but I never forget colors. Maybe it says something about my character that such a superficial detail matters to me the way it does, but I even have trouble saying I know people well if I don't know their favorite color.

Needless to say, the day someone couldn't give me that distinction put me throug :thumb201725111: ColorI stare at the rows
upon rows
of color

I think I've already looked
at all of them

I put another to the side
three on the side
four
five

I stop and look
the bottles next to me,
they're talking

Pick me!
I'm colorful!
I'm the prettiest!

I can't choose
I can never choose
maybe this one
or this one

Maybe I won't like it
or they won't like it
or we won't like it

Wait

Maybe...
it doesn't matter
but it does
I'll just pick one at random

Okay
I close my eyes
spinning
spinning
stop that one

Wait it's red,
I wore red last time

But all of this
doesn't matter
no one will notice
no one ever notices

I see all my flaws
b Pink Second ChancePink Second Chance
July 23th

--
Maybe the pink had been a little too much. It made me feel like a piece of bubble gum.
Still, I was wearing it. He liked me in pink. I wanted to show I was making an effort. I was moving on. Letting him in.
So pink it was.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" Alex asked as soon as he opened the door and got a good look at me.
I smiled. "It's a sweater."
"I can tell. Bloody hell. It's pink," he muttered. He sounded more dumbfounded than the time he had tried to read my physics book. I had to admit the expression made him look extra cute. I immediately felt bad for thinking that. Alex was not who I was here to s

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Traditional Art
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Next week: Fantasy and Fairy Tales

Bullet; Red — Description

Friday Feature

Volume I:
Colour

A feature dedicated to: COLOUR.

Please be sure to this journal and make sure to check out these fantastic deviants so that they're able to gain more exposure.

Artisan Crafts
:thumb315711515: :thumb315973148: :thumb316511667: :thumb316563495: :thumb286997091: :thumb298347844: :thumb311356770: :thumb314190389:

Digital Art
:thumb316265068: :thumb211367085: :thumb39944817:

Fan Art:thumb316554998: :thumb317298974: :thumb316687907: :thumb316277398:

Literature
Blue.Blue...
That was our color.

I held on to you.
I didn't want you to go.
If I let go,
You'd be gone,
For the summer.

But you released yourself,
From me.

You promised,
You'd be back.

You promised,
To bring me something blue.

You didn't.

Before you left,
You plucked a,
Bluebonnet.

You gave it to me.
To help you remember,
You said.

You never came back.

The bluebonnet wilted,
And died.
In time,
My heart did too.

Blue,
Was our color.

Do you remember? Colouring In Sometimes when I'm bored, I doodle in my head. I take up an imaginary pencil and draw leaves and flowers on the trees, birds in the sky, butterflies which land on my arms. I fill the sad world with colour. I draw smiles on people's faces.

My brother was a soldier, but they sent him back when he couldn't shoot anymore. I draw him back his missing arm and a medal on his chest and make his mouth touch his ears at each end. He doesn't smile much, now, and he says they don't award medals for bad luck.

I colour in the square, grey buildings of the city which fills my canvas as far as I can see. The library is green, like the plants I've seen p The Demon's NymphDeep in an underground cave, crystals glowed the entire cavern in a blue radiance with what little light they received. The caverns glow sparkled onto the water, creating a spot light. The water spun in a whirl pool, churning in reverse, levitating upwards as it created a humanoid body. A pale blue female humanoid body with a long flowing and strapless dress created from the water of the pool. Her hair was black, silky, and formed around her bodice. Her eyes were sharp, electric yellow, glaring at whatever lied before her. The water nymphs lips were in a permanent scowl as she crossed the cavern with long angry strides.

Her arms rose, palms Six Word Story ContestAround the World in 80 days

"Ma'am? Where is my yellow submarine?" :thumb316790730: :thumb195023478: Last NightLast night I watched the fireworks. They were bright. They were beautiful. Shimmering lights of blue, red, green, gold, silver, and white decorated the night sky. So much smoke rose into the atmosphere, adding a much more spectacular effect.

As I watched the wonderful sight, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Yes, the fireworks were a beautiful thing to see. But as they burst into the air, all I could think of was Jake. I wish he was here. I wish he wasn't up in Twain Harte. I wish he could wrap his arms around me. I wish I could see the fireworks light up his face so I could see his smile.

At the thought of him, a smile tugged at the c :thumb312036274: :thumb282661055: An Apple for the TeacherHer name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.

"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.

"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.

"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they :thumb317130043: Roses.Rose red glow in simple death.
Pure, white light of heaven sent.
Yellow shine, and glimmer bright, for death be sent by the night.
Black rose called for shadowed night, to claim the hellish glow.
Pink rose know that lovers lost begot what best became. Tyrian PurpleTyrian purple
lips match the blue
fingerprint bruises wrapped around
her throat like the latest fashion.
A thump
and a gulp of air
rushes into the silent stage
of a delectable crime scene.
They prod her body like sushi with chopsticks;
the air tastes stale, unused.
One uniform brushes fingertips
across her velvet skin while
another admires the glossy black hair
missing a single lock. :thumb316259687: :thumb313019416: Home is where the heart is - Cyprus“Home is where the heart is,”
and my heart lies with you.
The four seasons’ tide
may ebb and flow
but my devotion to you
is eternal.

----------------------------------

Springtime arrives
as I lay on your lawns,
sincerely tranquil.

Spy a bud
and watch it bloom –
metamorphose into an emblem
of sheer grace and elegance.
Ophrys kotschyi...

A true child of your soils.

Gaze into your heavenly azure
and fall into a world
of fabulous fiction.
Let loose your solemn breeze
- a whisper in the willows –
and temper my brow
as my mind wonders
into further chimerical creativity.

Give ear to the wind
and the harmonio ColoursColours

Isn't it funny how a small thing like a colour can change a life completely? The gay pride sticker on Michael's car for example. Six innocent colours, one would think, but reason enough for the entire rugby team to beat him up.
I am rainbow coloured, too. No, I am not talking about my sex life here. I'm a tattoo addict. My skin is covered in black, pink, blue and red ink and my hair has been dyed in various colour since I was a teenager.
Colours seem to be standard uniform for failure in the eyes of those who love to be right. Those who refer to themselves as being normal. There are quite a lot of them. Especially here, in this d :thumb300911977: Case of the White KnightPre-Chorus: (acapella)
Just another wayward lover
You took my heart and ran for cover
And now all my flags are waving
But you're the one who needs the saving

Verse One:
You got a case of the white knight
But you don't know which war to fight
So you run run away
For another chance to save the day

*Guitar Solo*

Verse Two: (Guitar joins my singing)
I know that you do remember
The days of the magic December
But still you run away
And deny that my heart's yours to stay

*Pre-Chorus*

Chorus:
And you can tell me all you want that
You're leaving me and you won't be back
Because I know, yeah I know
That we're not over, we're not ov OrangeOrange is the blush of yellow
Reading second most in the rainbow
Aligning itself complimentary to blue
Notable for its tang and acidity in cuisine
Greater in warmth than blue or green
Even encompassing earthen hues.

Orange is the flush of life
Rendering us fruitful with zest
A pair of polarizing glasses to make the world vibrant
Never dying fire of intensity
Glowing high above the dark
Exuberant as the sun in the sky

Orange is the dye of mortality
Reigning its irrefutable glow over humanity
As it waves goodbye, a loved one departing
Necrotizing nature until the day after
Grave of the fireflies, virulence of the impoverished
E :thumb316724193: Coffee CupHe longed to be her coffee cup
Purple lipstick around his edges
Slender fingers wrapped around him
Every single morning
And the nights she couldn't sleep The Ivy and The TreeWhy must the
Killer ivy hang

Upon every branch
Of the tree

From which humanity
Draws its life

And thus poison
All speech with

Bitterness which
Only breeds sorrow Green GrapesI love green grapes,
but is it the alliteration
or the taste? Her Favorite ColorOne of the first things I ask people when trying to get to know them is, "What's your favorite color?" I can name the favorite color of every person I've ever had a crush on, every close friend or any interesting person I've met over the last two years. I forget names all the time, I forget important dates, favorite song titles or the day we met, but I never forget colors. Maybe it says something about my character that such a superficial detail matters to me the way it does, but I even have trouble saying I know people well if I don't know their favorite color.

Needless to say, the day someone couldn't give me that distinction put me throug :thumb201725111: ColorI stare at the rows
upon rows
of color

I think I've already looked
at all of them

I put another to the side
three on the side
four
five

I stop and look
the bottles next to me,
they're talking

Pick me!
I'm colorful!
I'm the prettiest!

I can't choose
I can never choose
maybe this one
or this one

Maybe I won't like it
or they won't like it
or we won't like it

Wait

Maybe...
it doesn't matter
but it does
I'll just pick one at random

Okay
I close my eyes
spinning
spinning
stop that one

Wait it's red,
I wore red last time

But all of this
doesn't matter
no one will notice
no one ever notices

I see all my flaws
b Pink Second ChancePink Second Chance
July 23th

--
Maybe the pink had been a little too much. It made me feel like a piece of bubble gum.
Still, I was wearing it. He liked me in pink. I wanted to show I was making an effort. I was moving on. Letting him in.
So pink it was.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" Alex asked as soon as he opened the door and got a good look at me.
I smiled. "It's a sweater."
"I can tell. Bloody hell. It's pink," he muttered. He sounded more dumbfounded than the time he had tried to read my physics book. I had to admit the expression made him look extra cute. I immediately felt bad for thinking that. Alex was not who I was here to s

Photography
:thumb316583462: :thumb285713185: :thumb160636632: :thumb316951937:

Traditional Art
:thumb261180545: :thumb185343536: :thumb317078286: :thumb316976491: :thumb317090490: :thumb279843053: :thumb279678731:

If you'd like to suggest something to be included in the next Friday Feature, drop me a note.

Next week: Fantasy and Fairy Tales