but i really liked how it turned out, if i do say so myself. especially the hair. i took longer than i should on this trying to find a background that fit but i couldnt, im no good at backgrounds 
i dont know if im to late for the contest or if this will post at all but i thought it would be fun to do
i did, however, come up with a story
i dont know how long i sat there, staring, thinking. This small wilting flower in my hand meant the world to me now. It was the last peice i had of him, my beloved, my angel. I felt numb, i felt no pain, yet. It seemed impossible to me, that he could not exist, somewhere in this world. everything had lost its meaning, the sun, the flowers they hold no joy for me now, as the pain finally sets in. hes gone. i started to cry, unaware that i had eventually drifted into peaceful sleep, or not so peaceful. i dreamt, dreamt of that horrible accident.
we were walking among the trees branches, leaping nimbly onto the next as they came. i was never happier then i was with jake. we walked hand in hand to our special place, we met here, hardly any fairies knew this place existed. that is what made that place special, it was ours. once a place of happiness, of joy, now a tomb.
sammy! he called, excited i knew this voice well. he had discovered another strange item, so rare, and unusually large. i fluttered over to him, these things he showed me were so fascinating. He looked into my eyes, and i stared back, his warm, brown eyes, were very calming.
"i wanted to tell you something, sammy" he looked nervous now, uncomfortable.
"you can tell me anything, jake." i prompted, this was unusual behavior, he was never nervous.
he took me in his arms and held me close. he handed me a small pink flower, then proceded.
"Sammy, i love you" his voice sounded triumphant, but behind it fearful, like he was afraid of what i would say.
"i love you too" i whispered, i was thrilled, beyond words this was the best thing that has ever happened to me!
"i want to show you something" he said, pulling me further into the under brush. i was so caught up in the moment i didnt notice how quiet the animals were how still it was. if i wasnt so excited about the news i had recieved, i would have noticed, i could have warned him. out of nowhere it seemed that a giant figure swung something at us, it was like a spiders web, but stronger, and it was attatched to a stick. i ducked out of the way, and flew. i didnt know where jake was. i stopped, i tried to turn back, i searched, looking for him.
i felt my legs colapse under me as the scene before me registered. Jakes crumpled wing, detached from his body, which layed mostly obscured in a bush, caught in the web that attacked us.
i awoke with a gasp, it was so real, the nightmare, it was worse reliving it for the second time, and for the second time that day i cried
idk why i can only write sad stories
, maybe next time itll be happier. by the way the thing that attacked them was a child with a butterfly net, the child thought they were butterflies. he dropped the net in a bush and could not find it so left it.
