[Tatzel]

Possible res. owo

[mothpaw]

Res ;w;

[Smoogiepie]

--dropping out--

[ririan]

Her name: Kagu
What's her happiest memory?:

In every person’s life , there are many important times. One of them is childhood . Some people may argue that childhood is the happiest time in a person’s life, other think that it isn’t so. But for me , I had the happiest memories as well as the saddest memories in childhood. When I was a child , the world seemed to be a place of a joy and happiness to me. There was nothing worth worrying about because my parents always looked after me .Also , I lived with the full of my grandmother’s love .I used to live in the small house in the countryside . When i was 3 years old , I was sent to a kinder-garden. Because I was a silly girl , I felt hard to make friend and I also felt lonely in school. At home , my grandmother always was the first person who asked what it had happened in that day . While I was telling her the story about how i felt in school ,she was listening carefully . After that , she soothed me and gave me some advice that could help me become more cheerful . But when i was six , my family had to move in a new house in Ho Chi Minh city because of my father’s business .In that time , I felt very upset . I remembered I always cried bitterly when I was in bed. Because I missed my grandmother so much , my mother had to told her about me . Everydat , my grandmother tried to keep in touch with me . In addition , she encouraged me in my studies . The bad memories that I always remember is that I was told that my grandma died of the stroke when I was 10 . In her funeral , my heart died within me because I can’t believe that she didn’t live with me anymore . Because of her encouragement , I was not a funk in school . Now I am 18 years old , I can make friend easily . In my heart , I never forget every memories about her .

[BlackBurden]

Her name: Shining Diamond
What's her happiest memory:

[389/400]

Hmm ... I would have to say my happiest memory was when I found a baby bird, a dove, separated from her parents in a freak storm. She was so little, and so helpless, I couldn't possibly just leave her there alone to die. So I took her in. It turned out that her wing was also badly injured, but not broken, thankfully. I can still remember how we would sing together to pass the time, and how she trusted me to make her better. I know it’s not really that big of a deal, but I put a lot of value in trust. To me, trust is the strongest and deepest bond that can be had.

I had grown comfortable with her company, and while we couldn’t talk because she was a bird, we would cuddle and sing, and that was all I needed. The bond between us was strong.

When her wing healed, it was time for her to go. She had a life to live, a family to find, perhaps a family of her own to start. Saying goodbye to her was the hardest thing I have ever done. I was so used to solitude that having her around made me realize what it was like to have a friend. I was strong about it, but inside I was hurting. I longed for her to stay, to be with me forever. I’m pretty sure she could tell that I was upset, because before she left she cuddled with me one last time, resting nestled against my side and singing softly. It was hard for me to join in, and when I did, my own melodies were sad and longing.

We stayed that way for several minutes until finally it was time. She spread her wings, beautiful snow white wings, and took to the skies. Watching her soar through the air after so long of being incapacitated had my heart racing with joy. I was happy for her!

Even as she flew away towards the rising sun that morning, I knew in my heart we would always be friends. I value her memory, because she was my very first friend. I have faith that someday I will see her again.

To honor her memory, I named her Seraph, because she was an angel in her own right.

[Micki.]

Res if I have time. Lovely design. u v u <3

[nervousnickel]

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Her name: Eulalia (yoo-LAwl-ia)
What's her happiest memory?:
Her happiest memory is not a single distinct
memory, but rather a conglomeration of
memories. All the hours and days spent with
her childhood best friend. They were entirely
inseparable. In fact, if one was seen without
the other, it was reason for concern. Every
day, the pair would play together. Their
games ranged from pretending to stalk and
hunt prey to caring for a make-believe
clutch of eggs. They would often sneak off
in attempt to spend the night together,
snickering and giggling with glee.

Unfortunately, her happiest memory comes
with a bittersweet edge. As the two grew,
their families traveled apart, landing a young
Eulalia in a world of heartbreak. Over time,
she has matured and learned to accept what
happened and simply enjoy the euphoria that
came with such a close bond. She savours the
memory on a daily basis and occasionally
fantasizes of finding her old dear friend
once more.

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[Rondell]

((The larger image is much more impressive. <3))

I can't remember how young I was at the time, but I do know that I must have been fairly small because everything around me seemed so big as I sat there coloring with my markers. I did that a lot back then. I loved all the bright colors. The red, the blue, the purple... especially the orange. As I finished my picture up, though, I always pulled that old black marker from the box and uncapped it to sign my work. This time, it only made the faintest mark as I pulled it across my paper. It had dried out! And I didn't have any other markers I could use.

Then my eyes fell on the glass of water I'd been drinking from. Maybe I could re-wet it just long enough to ..?

The instant my marker touched the water, a plume of ink appeared, lazily spiraling outward from its tip and forming the most fantastic shapes I had ever seen. Sometimes the ink looked like a spiderweb. Sometimes it looked like a blooming vine. And sometimes it looked like nothing and everything all at once - a swirling mass of velvet that seemed for all the world like it would have been solid enough to pick up and hold. As it spread, it changed color. No longer was the ink purely black - it was dark green and purple near the center, and at the edges where the plume thinned out, bold swirls of the brightest yellow were taking shape. I couldn't believe my eyes! I sat there watching for what seemed like ages, my drawing completely forgotten, until finally the cloud of ink expanded to fill my glass. The fringe of saffron melted into the deeper green of the main plume, turning for a moment the richest shade of lime, and then that green blurred into the mass of dark purple at the core until... the water in my glass at last turned a uniform black. But still I sat there, stirring the water with a toe on my forepaw and marveling at what I had just seen.

It's funny the things that stick in your mind. One's happiest memory is not necessarily the most complex, or the largest, or the most important. Sometimes one's happiest memory is just a little flash; something that would seem utterly insignificant to anyone else. But for you... it's a moment of discovery. A moment of creation. And a moment of the purest joy from the most unexpected source.

{416/400} ... ^.^;

[Pachoopi]

closed for judging!

[Pachoopi]

terribly sorry for the wait in judging! A lot's been going on lately. qoq The winner will be announced this weekend, most likely Friday afternoon.