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Eight Million Two Thousand and Twenty ThreeOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Patrick who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Otorinolaringologist. He trained every day for Eight million two thousand and twenty three hours in order to beat his rival, The Desperate Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Patrick came armed with a Printer and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Patrick emerged as the fat victor! His achievement is celebrated every St. Patrick's Day.
Create a Story Contest Entry 2 Sabi996A young woman named Maria loved making art, and practiced Drawing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Foxes, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Venice, and a portrait of Selena Gomez that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby water for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Drawing to create the most beautiful deviation depicting pots jumping anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, water!"
Create a Story Contest Entry Sabi996For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a Stupid surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Platypus, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Hey!!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly Died. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 bytes. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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