Boat for sale, needs some work!
by Hauxon

Comment:
This has to be a ribbon...

All Work and No Play Makes Laura a Dull Girl
by Purple_Girl

Comment:
This is a mischievous self portrait,IMHO if you had taken a side on shot using the same expression with your head turned towards the camera this would have improved the composition for this challenge.The quality of the photo is very good....8

A Fine Mountain Morning
by SandyP

Comment:
I do see a little camera movement, but again a beautiful photo of your favorite place, Bill will have to slow down or give you more time, :):)

Wakeboard Extreme 2008
by basssman7

Comment:
Way to go this is an amazing photo, and use of lighting.

Little Red Riding in her Hood
by Bujanx

Comment:
A stretch for the fairytale theme but amazing thinking...

"O Queen, you are the fairest of them all" - he said.
by shoggy

Comment:
Not my style of a Queen, good lighting,

Lady Bluebeard's Despair (Bluebeard, 1812)
by krnodil

Comment:
Very abstract in this story line...

The Shroud
by hanneke

Comment:
The Shroud

There was once a mother who had a little boy of seven years old, who was so handsome and lovable that no one could look at him without liking him, and she herself worshipped him above everything in the world. Now it so happened that he suddenly became ill, and God took him to himself, and for this the mother could not be comforted and wept both day and night. But soon afterwards, when the child had been buried, it appeared by night in the places where it had sat and played during its life, and if the mother wept, it wept also, and when morning came it disappeared. But as the mother would not stop crying, it came one night, in the little white shroud in which it had been laid in its coffin, and with its wreath of flowers round its head, and stood on the bed at her feet, and said, "Oh, mother, do stop crying, or I shall never fall asleep in my coffin, for my shroud will not dry because of all your tears, which fall upon it." The mother was afraid when she heard that, and wept no more. The next night the child came again, and held a little light in its hand, and said, "Look, mother, my shroud is nearly dry, and I can rest in my grave." Then the mother gave her sorrow into God's keeping, and bore it quietly and patiently, and the child came no more, but slept in its little bed beneath the earth.

--The End--

This is an amazing photo for the story, I am not going to say this could have or this maybe, because the expression the texture have said it all.

The Golden Key
by hotpasta

Comment:
The Golden Key

In the winter time, when deep snow lay on the ground, a poor boy was forced to go out on a sledge to fetch wood. When he had gathered it together, and packed it, he wished, as he was so frozen with cold, not to go home at once, but to light a fire and warm himself a little. So he scraped away the snow, and as he was thus clearing the ground, he found a tiny golden key. Hereupon he thought that where the key was, the lock must be also, and dug in the ground and found an iron chest. If the key does but fit it! thought he; no doubt there are precious things in that little box. He searched, but no keyhole was there. At last he discovered one, but so small that it was hardly visible. He tried it, and the key fitted it exactly. Then he turned it once round, and now we must wait until he has quite unlocked it and opened the lid, and then we shall learn what wonderful things were lying in that box.

--The End--

I Like the simplicity of the photo to the story, well done...

Rapunzel!
by DrPhoto

Comment:
Nice take on the story, lovely hair.