Angel With Attitude
by levyj413

Comment:
The lipstick is over-done and very out of place here, for me.

P I N K
by toddhead

Comment:
Aww. The reflection of the photographer mars this for me. Not, hugely, but enough.

Catching Some Rays
by colorcarnival

Comment:
Man, I miss my blue tinted sunglasses with titanium silvered frames. *sigh*

Natural Partners
by karmat

Comment:
What book is that? I need something new to read.

Curb
by chromeydome

Comment:
In a time, when... no.

In a land where... no.

On a world that... no.

Damn.

You're right. This is completely un-me-commentable ;)

Message edited by author 2009-01-23 23:15:56.

A z u r e
by njsabs

Comment:
I know I can be a bit dark with my comments sometimes, but sometimes that's just what hits me when I see the image.

On a non-fiction level, this has to be one of the most stunningly touching portraits I've had the pleasure of viewing in a long time. There really is an other-worldly, ghostly aspect about this that I can't shake. Fantastic, fantastic work, and a new favorite.

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.