6 deviants said based on 2 deviants said based on 2 deviants said Never StoppingInspired on "The Arrival" by AeternusVotum

On aching sore legs she walked, her entire body wracked in pain, until, at long last, she stumbled over the hill, and saw her destination in the distance, saw the flags and banners waving in the brisk air at the base of the mountains, saw her damnation resting before her.

For weeks, Shaali had been running.  Her blue hair--a typical trait of her elfin people--had been dirtied by mud storms and cyclones in the desert.  Her body was sore down to her brittle bones. Traditionally, the elfin folk weren't used to being pushed to their physical limits. They were the type of people who tended to stay to th based on 1 deviant said Losing my Head for the SummerI am wildflower,
a flame azalea drawing
its roots up from the asphalt -
an ox-eyed daisy,
ox-blood and whirling,
hair like the tops of cogon grass
caught in a
westward wind.

My head will come back to me
in September,
chased by the tornadoes
from across the Plains;
it will catch me up in time
for hurricane season

when I will don my hat again
to keep my head from spinning
and to ward off further freckling. based on :thumb126932775: 1 deviant said Summer Bloom
An iris smiles.
Her lovely purple face glows--
a face of beauty. based on 1 deviant said based on The Campfire Stories - ProloguePrologue~

The Universe is a complicated place, filled with countless abnormalities that no one can be prepared for.  To live one's life trying to avoid death is pure folly, because in the end they never live.  Life is about companionship, experiences both good and bad, and the continuation of generations.  

Across this great planet there are many wondrous sights to behold both simple and grand.  On the Urevagen Peninsula, there is a convergence of many species that have populated the world.  You see, the Peninsula wasn't always a peninsula; it was an island.  I lived upon it for many years, until it formed with the mainland, providing entr No deviants said based on No deviants said based on No deviants said based on No deviants said ObliviousInspired on "Of Dreams and Nightmares" by Taiyo85

Water flooded the girl's nostrils as she was plunged into the lake.  Tight fingers pressed around her vocal cords, silencing her screams.  She couldn't draw breath, the dead air stuck inside of her lungs rotting within, stagnant, burning.

The water made it impossible for her to see.  The sunlight above was refracted and reflected by the lake's oily skin.  The thick grains of filth caressed her corneas.  No matter how much she blinked, how much she tried to look away, there was grime at every angle.

She tried to remember how she found herself in this situation, in this hell.  She had, as she based on