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

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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.

in the magic garden
by cutout

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Originally posted by posthumous: fantastic. I wasn't allowed to vote on the nude challenge, or you would've gotten a Pribbon, I'm sure.

You 'weren't allowed'? How does that happen!?

in the magic garden
by cutout

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The blue ribbon in my books.

Gentle arms
by Vanagas

Comment:
The lack of a real focal point is a bit off-putting for me. lighting is a little dark, making the object the model is holding a little too difficult to make out.

On His Mark
by LadyK

Comment:
Interesting shot. Just when you think you've seen most poses, something a little new comes along. A little harsh on the contrast, and I'm not a fan of the magenta hint to the toning here.

Back to nature
by ButterflyGirl

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Ah yes, the gratuitous baby bum shot. Did you make sure to put a little petroleum jelly on that poor boy so the log didn't chafe him too much? lol.