painted face 3
by posthumous

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Hello, You have been selected as one of my Daily 5! I shall be commenting on five random photos that don't yet have comments from the "Recently Uploaded" section of photo browsings, every day, as part of an effort to distance myself from negativity on DPC.

I did not see the entry that this is an outtake from, but what can I say about a photo that causes me to contemplate an empty soul, lost within its own madness? Only that while I am uncomfortable from the outset, I still have a desire to see.

Message edited by author 2009-11-17 22:32:29.

Metro 1904
by Melethia

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Hello, You have been selected as one of my Daily 5! I shall be commenting on five random photos that don't yet have comments from the "Recently Uploaded" section of photo browsings, every day, as part of an effort to distance myself from negativity on DPC.

Once in awhile, in the midst of all the chaos, we capture a moment in time that stops us still, and makes us stare. With the power of unbridled energy, yet the calmness of the eye of the storm, this is such a moment.

Message edited by author 2009-11-17 22:32:00.

i am not pleased
by photokariangel

Comment:
Hello, You have been selected as one of my Daily 5! I shall be commenting on five random photos that don't yet have comments from the "Recently Uploaded" section of photo browsings, every day, as part of an effort to distance myself from negativity on DPC.

I just wanted to say that this thumbnail dragged me kicking and screaming in to look at it, and seeing the larger version wasn't a disappointment.

I like the subtle 'acid' treatment (have always been a minor fan of this method, when done right), and in this case, it really serves to bring some attention to the eye. An eye which screams at the viewer "I notice you there, and I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT".

One feels obligated to spend time with that eye, before finally noticing the rest of the shot. The face is cut off mid-line, adding a mystery. The pursed lips are simultaneously slightly sensual, yet foreboding, and the drop-off into a blurred background is like drifting off to sleep, but with the reminder of the discomfort, so perhaps dreams that will follow will haunt you.

However, morning shall always come, and the light shall always banish the dark, and things always look fresher when the air and the cobwebs of the mind have been cleared.

Things usually do turn out ok, but in the meantime, you have created a moment that captures a time when things weren't at their best, a moment that can be reflected upon, and remembered.

Message edited by author 2009-11-17 22:31:06.

Autumn in Illinois
by tfarrell23

Comment:
On an ancient Sony F-828 nonetheless.

You won this because I had my fingers crossed for you :D

Fire in the sky
by Yo_Spiff

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...and in the flash of a moment of time, Steve's historic demonstration became a fight for life and control. It was the mid-21st century, and this sort of thing could not happen anymore, he thought, as he fought against the sudden fire billowing from his plane, his controls becoming more and more unresponsive. As he fought the flight-stick, the plane careening out of control, and a crowd on the ground screaming and running for cover, Steve saw the catalyst for this tragic happening out of the corner of his eye, a ghostly red plane, with tri-wing design, shooting off into the clouds, and a thin but strong chord of evil laughter being left in its wake.

Steve closed his eyes as his plane finally went into a dead spin, his control now utterly lost. He closed his eyes and silently cursed the legacy of his family, and he put a hex on the ghost of the Red Baron, which would never leave he or his descendants alone, and he prayed for his young son, who loved airplanes so, and in his last moments he wished that perhaps, just perhaps, his son might be the one to finally put the Red Baron to rest. One day...

...and with that thought, his own future disintegrated into a fireball on the ground, and in the crowd that stared in horror, was one little face, his eyes like stone, his fists clenched in an anger he didn't understand, and a vengeance was sworn.

First Snow
by elizadeb

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He sat there and lamented his fate. Of all the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch, why was it he that was chosen? Why was it he that was to end up ridiculed and condemned in this way? To be forced to wear a mask of such silliness and empty humor, to be forced to take part in a throw-away celebration, to end up unused and discarded when the festivities were done.

Why he, sitting here forgotten under a blanket of newly fallen snow. Why he, forced to endure this injustice.

Why he?

Great Expectations
by androgeus

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...and with great aplomb, he conquered the mighty leaf, the wall of achievement for generations of his kind. The last great hurtle to manhood.

...and he stood there with head held high, and antennae pointed to the gods, and his body held in pride and accomplishment.

...and he listened to the cheers from below, the cheers from his peers, that spoke of his boldness, yet sounded rather odd. As if they were trying to tell him something, as if their cries were not those of gladness and awe, but of...

...and the raven snatched him from his post in the blink of an eye, and the gods were pleased at this sacrifice.

Friends
by denbote

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It was a day like most others. The sun shone, the clouds wafted through the sky, the wind was susurrant among the trees.

People awoke that day, and did what people do. They went to their jobs, they tended their fields, the children began to play.

Yet without warning, and with screams of horror that circled the globe, it all came crashing to a deadly halt, though because of the nature of the event, indeed, there really was no crashing at all. In a matter of seconds, humanity went from going through life as they always have, to suddenly being thrust off the earth, and sent hurtling into the skies, as gravity ceased to be.

Fall
by Paul

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He came upon her, that day, and his hand shot up to his mouth in horror. It was supposed to just be a pleasant walk in the woods, a get away from the stress and mind-numbing boredom that he had been feeling while trying to figure out a new story for his publisher. The demands they made, it was ridiculous sometimes. So it had hardly taken much time to think, when he had glanced outside and seen the sunlight break through the ever-present gray of the clouds that had hemmed in the world that week. His coat and boots had been on in a flash, and he had stepped out into the air and the sun and the feeling of freedom, and he had thought to be back only when his mind had been refreshed.

Yet when he had turned that corner, with nary a negative thought in his mind, and stumbled upon this, his world had collapsed. At first he thought it was a dream, a dream that was slowly turning to nightmare. This body, lying here on the path, covered in leaves, staring into whatever eternity it was now experiencing, and utterly decimating the serenity that he had to this point achieved.

With an involuntary retch, he turned from the sight of her, and emptied his stomach into the bushes. Shaking, he reached for his phone, to call 911, to turn this horrific discovery over to those that would know what to do, and as he raised his phone to his ear, he never felt the blow upon the other.

And then there were two.

gravity
by tate

Comment:
They'd always wondered about her special gift, but as is the usual case in humanity, tended to write it off as just something she'd grow out of. A thing that was amusing and interesting, but nothing entirely special. Sure, they'd find her in the most unusual of places, such as the top of a bureau, or sitting on an awning that she should never have been able to get onto, but it was a curiosity, nothing more. To accept anything more would be to admit to the super-natural, and not many people are willing to reach so far.

However, on that day in mid-October, she finally showed the world that she was not just some flash-in-the-pan athletic climber. When they found her near the top of that tower, just hanging there, and grinning at the people that looked at her with horror through the glass floor above, they finally knew. With a final grin and a push, she let go and began to fall down to the earth so far below, but without warning then shot off into the distance, and the skies of blue, and humanity's first true hero was born.