Tourist Shot
by Melethia

Comment:

Originally posted by colorcarnival: Ha! Was not something I was expecting from you. What a fun photo. Don't you wish you could see what she captured? Did she get flare? hehe Did she have to reshoot because she missed the target? I have to tell you, at first glance, I thought this woman was holding her camera up to take a pic of the couple behind her. I thought she was being artsy clever. But she is probably just taking a shot of a pigeon on a historic windowsill. Oh well. Thanks for making me wonder :)

duuh! She was shooting an unidentified flying object that destroyed them ALL.

T minus zero
by Kali

Comment:
When he had written the note on that piece of paper that day, and folded it into a plane, and went up to the top of the ridge over-looking the town, he had thought it a lark, a joke, good times. The chances of anyone finding it and responding to those silly words -- "Please help me, I am a pilot on a mission of great importance for the Paper People. I am going down, mayday, mayday." it read -- was very slim. Maybe it would get a note in the local paper, was the most his imaginative mind could conjure. More like, he would give someone a little chuckle before they balled it up and tossed it in the trash.

So were his thoughts when he stood there, and reared back, and tossed that plane into the emptiness before him, and watched it catch a breeze and float off out of sight. He smiled and rejoined his parents and continued on his hike.

Had he really known what would happen, perhaps he wouldn't have been so innocently foolish. Perhaps.

In a freak, million to one chance, that paper airplane hit a dimensional rift at just the right time, and ended up in the hands of an inter-dimensional protectionary unit. Not knowing Earth, or its peoples, it translated the note on the paper plane and took it seriously. Very seriously indeed.

Not long after, when the rifts began opening in the skies above our planet, and the ships started coming through, we were doomed. Sadly, they never did find the Paper People.

The Pouting Fairy
by karmat

Comment:
So it was that The Tooth Fairy's request for a raise was turned down, and his reaction became the basis for kind-hearted ribbing from all the major mythical creatures from that day forward.

For a being that collected teeth, they said, perhaps he should smile once in awhile.

Of course, the deeper psychological issues continued to go unexplored. There were no therapists in Mythical Land.

Wedding Portrait
by Ann

Comment:
Purdy sat there, putting up with the indignity, the injustice, the humiliation.

She was to be married off to a bulldog, named Ralph, of all things. Ralph, she thought, HAH! Named after the sound of his bark most like. Humans could be such cruel creatures. After all we do for them. We love them, we play with them, we let them think they are the masters, and for what?

So that Purdy could sit here in a bridal veil for a photo and be married off to a bulldog named Ralph.

And the kicker? Purdy wasn't even female. Would it kill the owner to lift his leg and check?

Purdy sat there, and sighed, and put up with the indignity.

Hold On
by mindbottling

Comment:
They came without warning. From the trees, from the ground, from all the recesses and holes in the earth unguarded and unnoticed, they came.

Diminutive, but no less evil for it, they attacked en masse. Clinging to the legs of unsuspecting passerby, tripping them up and sending them to a horrible and undeserved fate.

They came without warning, and before the peoples of earth could mount a defense, they obliterated us.

They were the Cavern Children, and their time had come.

A z u r e
by njsabs

Comment:
And in the darkest of night, where memory has the ability to touch and break your heart, she floats up out of the ether, out from where I thought I had buried the pain and the loss, out from the furthest reaches of my subconcious, to remind me of what we once had.

Our darling, our joy, our taste of the wind and the sea. Her gaze like the gift to us that she was, penetrating our souls. Kindness and laughter and love. Taken from us far too early, but never forgotten.

For in the darkest of night, where memory aches my very foundation, she returns to me. Does she visit my wife as well, on these nocturnal visits? I do not have the strength to ask, but when she comes, I reach out for her, to hold her one last time, to kiss her forehead and tell her that I love her, and that she'll always be with me in my heart.

She lie there so tenderly. Fashioned so slenderly.

Lift her with care, so young and so fair.

ElectriCity
by Brent_S

Comment:
The City slept peacefully for most of that night, before the lightning came. It was like any other storm, in the beginning. The clouds rolling in off the waters, the atmospheric changes that signaled, deep in the human conciousness, that there would probably be rain. Not that the people in this city were strangers to rain by any means, but there was something different about it that night.

The first flashes of electricity arched through the skies about 2am, in the darkest of the night, when the city was finally settling down and most were at home, snug in their beds, dreaming of new days and the morning light, and the hopes and fears and joys and sadnesses that occupy all of our minds. It arched through the skies, in tiny bursts at first. Then larger and larger, with thunder building to deeper and deeper crescendos, and then it began to come out of the clouds, and it touched down on all the lighting rods on every building. Then, without explanation, it began to bypass such flimsy safety devices and began hitting the walls and windows and the very ground itself. Wherever it touched, little pulses of light exploded outward, and windows shattered and concrete burst outward in a shower of deadly shrapnel, and the very air seemed to burn.

For two full hours the lightning came down, and when it ended, the clouds remained, and the rain poured down, and the silence... the silence was deafening.

And in every little pocket of destruction, the thousands upon thousands that littered the now devastated city, there was movement. An unfurling of mass and ichor and limbs and an utterly alien life, and in every one, like a switch being flicked on somewhere, blinked two glowing points of an unearthly red glow to life.

It wasn't long, after that, that the screams began, and the city was torn apart.

The Florida Manatee
by Marc923

Comment:
I call shenanigans.

Lord... what'd I do with my glasses?
by WalesP

Comment:
Alright, I'm looking. And looking.
Still looking.

Nope, I simply am not seeing any glasses or eyewear here. Even if I give you a benefit of the doubt for contact lenses, I'm just not convinced enough.

I can't really say why you'd chose to go this route, could be any number of reasons, but because of the complete lack of eyewear, this is one of those technically sound photographs that is a very nice portraiture to boot that earns a very unapologetic 1 from me.

Ta Da!!!!!
by BeckyT

Comment:
Harry Hopper always was a show-off, but the last laugh was on him when he spent his last years in an electric hopper-chair when his moulting detached prematurely and he plunged 400 inches to the unforgiving ground below.