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[not zinnia]

Just to let you know, I've finished my entry. The link has stayed the same. So, uh, thanks.

[MoonLesbian]

I'm gonna have to drop out My muse failed about halfway through and I can't seem to finish.

[rose;]

you now have one week to complete your entry and give me the link.

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

Dropping out Dx
I did not have as much free time as I thought I would, sorry, love</3

[Make_a__Scene]

Waaa. Six days and I'm not even halfway done. Looks like I won't be sleeping.

[Clio.]

unfortunately I will not be able to finish my story in the time so I will have to regretfully drop out

[climbing{the}world]

My Entry Post; http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=57&t=1723954

[Roonil Wazlib]

I'm really really sorry but I think I'll have to drop out. I don't have much spare time on my hands :c
If I find some time and write it, I'll post it here, but I doubt I can.

[indebted]

entering with picture three!

[ellie!]

Picture Seven - My entry - Based on Picture

A flutter of wings - and the butterfly was in the air. Her blue wings seemed to reflect the sky, although in a deeper tone and in movement. In constant movement, I'd say. The tips of her wings were black, beautifully dotted with white. The butterfly's wings were divided into several thin parts, and they flowed from blue to purple, one of my favorite colors. She fluttered a little more to keep balance - a boy appeared around the corner of the garden with a net. Frenetically fluttering up and down in the air, she tried to escape the danger but it wasn't easy. It was even quite hard to make the boy miss her tiny body. Although she was in danger, she couldn't be more time in the air as her delicate wings were tired, so she landed without a sound onto a mound of dry leaves. That small movement flickered into the boy's eyes as his opportunity - the net crashed onto the butterfly. She even tried to fly past it at the last moment, but all in vain. She was captured. The cruel critter held the net up, eying his beautiful and rare prisoner. Then he started to walk home.
When he got home, his parents laughed at the butterfly and told him not to be so careful with her - some old rubbish would do for a cage. So a cage was found - some dusty old cardboard box with hardly enough air for her to survive. The butterfly fluttered up, not how she had done so happily outdoors, but more dead than alive, the tips of her wings ragged and torn. The next day awaited her with more surprises.
As she woke up, without having slept more than ten minutes (the rest of the night had been spent trying to escape), the boy came rushing there with the shout of a victorious Roman general. "It's awake!" It was quite a terrible day, it was, for the butterfly. She was shaken from the box into a cage with less space than her wings occupied. Then the cage was put into the carriage and off they went into the city. The city was a very busy place, and two times was the prison of the butterfly knocked out of the torturer's hands onto the road - one of those times nearly led to her death. The third time, the cage flew out of his hands and away. Crying but not caring, he clung to his mother's skirt, wetting it. The butterfly was crying herself, weeping over lost liberty. The cage flew into the hands of a circus owner, he decided to use such a rare beauty in his shows. But when he had left the butterfly on the table, his spoiled son came and poked the butterfly with a stick many times, laughing as she suffered. Then he decided to leave her in a garden nearby.
Some weeks later, the ragged features of a deceased butterfly fluttered onto a mound of old, dry leaves, with the edges of her wings torn.