|Beautiful Life video|
|'To live isn't about the number of years we spend on this planet, it's about the number of lives we change along the way.|
This strange new place.This strange new place. by Christianonfire7
I stepped into this new world,
It was like nothing I'd ever seen.
Fireflies the size of dragons,
Trees that reached space.
Even I, yes I, was not the same.
But with each new thing I saw.
It made me realize I had to accommodate-
- myself to this strange new place.
They are my friends.They are my friends. by Christianonfire7
They shower me with love when I'm breaking,
They poke me alive when I want to roll over and die.
They dance with me when I fall in love,
And hug me so tight when he tears my heart.
They teach me right from wrong,
And give me advise when I'm so clueless.
They are those that I hold dear
They are my world and my days.
They are the friends in which-
-God has blessed me with.
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
The 50 Prompt Challenge (2014 FFM Prompt Bank!) For those who missed the month of fiction, don't like deadlines, like other forms of art, or just like lists.Naktarra
There are plenty a hundred prompt challenges out there giving you one simple little word that you have to write a story, poem or what-have-you off of it. Why not just fifty, but all of the prompts come from the community? This is for those too scared to the number of one hundred and for those looking for more diverse and interesting prompts. There are no deadlines and you don't even have to stick to this exact list. See a line you like? Have fun with it.
Feel free to use this for prose, poetry or whatever type of writing or art outlet makes you happy. All of these prompts are from the 2014 FFM Prompt Bank. If you're interested in more wacky prompts, you aren't limited to what's here. Create your own list! Mix and match if
Writers--club Closeness ContestHello, everyone! Our affiliate, :iconwriters--club:, is holding a contest for all types of literature with great prizes to be won!xWritersUtopiax
With winter coming in many parts of the world, staying close can be very important. Thus, our theme is...
Closeness. Interpret at will, any genre is acceptable. We love to see people getting creative with the prompts! You can submit poems, short stories, or any other form of literature as long as it holds to the theme.
There is no minimum length for short stories, but they should not exceed 5,000 words. Poems of any length will be accepted.
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The Rules of DistinctionStyleOverSubstance
You can read over that journal entry to discover the genesis of the project. I've opted to make it a little more game-like because I like games
Distinction is a literature game in which there are two sets of participants. The first participant submits a piece to me, anonymously. A piece no one on dA has seen before. Something evocative of their own personal style. The second set of participants are the guessers - when I upload a new piece, their job will be to attach the writer to the work.
Simple enough. Here's how the process will work, step-by-step:
1. Deviation is uploaded. Players may begin submitting their guesses in the comments right away. You're free to rationalize and draw parallels to help your case or display your logic, but it's not a requirement.
2. After 24 hours have passed, I will edit the Artist Comments with a list of possible writers. Naturally, if the name has already been guessed correctly, there will be no need.
3. The first person to
Birthday Project Feature : (September 26th)Hello everyone!LovelyIcePrincess
So today's my birthday,(just a short dramatic speech)!!
Gosh! look how time moves so fast!!, I'm now 23 ! and to be honest, I'm still lingering at that adult transition stage. I definitely know where I'm heading, but the pathway to my dreams are truly rigorous, it's funny you"ll realize when your close enough to succeed, there could be numerous twists and detours along the way. I'm learning how to handle those challenges,and so far I know I've learned from my past mistakes. Just one step closer, I know I can do it. As I grow older I know I need to be mindful of my responsibilities( more on earning money and paying bills...), in my case in a few months I"ll become solely my family's breadwinner, and yes things like time for simple pleasures could be sacrificed, just like doing art for my other bigger priorities in real life. Anyways, despite that, I w
I am a third generation Austinite on my mother's side.
A seventh generation Texan from my mother's side.
And a fifth/sixth generation Texan from my father's side.
So I'm a born and raised Austin Texan chick.
Take that y'all.
My Photography account
What I stand for you ask?
Pro-life www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdOCwd… :thumb292250045:
Pro-power of Christ's love.
Pro- following in Jesus steps.
Most important, don't misunderstand me for being
Sharing His love with others. Misunderstand that and you misunderstand me.
Any questions ask away, I won't bite.
My best and most dearest friends consist of
(My Surreal Express)
Friends worth calling friends.
Wanna read a bit more about my coming to dA and my art?
Here's a short interview I was honored to be apart of by 3wyl
Or are you interested in what others think about my art? Well than check out namenotrequired's News Article about my poetry
'Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart. Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to. If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list.'
-Written for her Review Competition features.'
DLD's I've gotten.
8-24-2010 DLD feature
The day dusk did not sleep
The day dusk did not sleep.
12-27-2012 DLD Feature
Human TraffickingShadows crawl along moldy walls,
Pay it forward features by lacoterie
Pay it forward February 1st 2013
My sinI bow at His Throne,
Pay it forward March 4th 2013
These wordsI spit bullets and speak daggers.
Video of Gideon and me.
A sad tell.Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let your mind go back to those joyous times. She was much like you, but still so very different. She was the edge of adventure that you never had before, and you two blended so beautifully. All things beautiful must first go through the fire. 08 isn't far enough, not when it really began in the fall of 02.
October 20th 2002. That was
Impossible LoveYou said it would work out- with a little patience,
then comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I hear the knock rasp against my oak wooden door. I swallow hard as I sat the coffee mug down and walk over to open it. I smile up at you in welcome. With all my complicated emotions I still can’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echo in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrap mine around your neck and squeeze you tightly, bearing my face into your neck. “Hey” I whisper quietly against your ear before drawing back to lead you inside the room. Closing the door behind you I motion towards the kitchen.
“I just brewed some coffee.” The response of your growl sends a flicker of desire sparking inside me. I
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INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTAINS - COLD NIGHT.
A forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill. The wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the black steed.
"Took you long enough!"
"I had to baby sit Misty for my parents while they went out, I got here as soon as they returned."
Crystal (15) rests her hands on the horn of the saddle, her body leaning forward as she meets eyes with her friend.
"Are you ready for this adventure?"
Laughter escapes Sarah.