Share Your Entries! (Fire Festival 2015 Archive)

[roroselle]

Woah when I saw that pic with the turtle I thought you were talking about your hand and I sat here trying to figure out what kind of turtle that was.

LOL a brown 5-fingered turtle

Omg both are really great o.o maybe the second one because the lighting is better? Lol really, both would be fine though

thanks! yeah the lighting is better! :3

Ohhhh roro!!! That sea turtle pic! Wow! So jealous!

visit Hawaii one day with your family!
if you do, i can tell you the secret beach with the sea turtles ;p

I would be no help at all! They both look like winners to me ... I love the mood captured in the first one, but absolutely adore turtles!
(Hey, great idea to put your hand in the water ... Very cool effect too!) ��

thanks pennifer! looks like i'm leaning towards the turtle

I'd probably go with the sea turtle one! But the first one is really nice too! <3

thanks<3 leaning towards that one now (x


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fun fact: sea turtle in hawaiian in honu

 

[Tianna]

Here's my entry: http://sta.sh/015z9ek5denb

 

[The cub servant]

I took these three photos... I just don't know which one I shall enter with...

Spoiler: Not that good, but I like them

- - - Post Merge - - -

Spoiler: The Summer-Stone

The Summer-Stone​

Trea was walking down the beach, looking at the cascading ocean; it?s sapphire waves flowing over each other, like an ethereal chalice filled with ambrosia. A salty scent fills the air as she looks up from the sand at the setting sun. The blazing disk of intense fire was fusing with the horizon, with its burning orange turning into a deep sanguine red. Time seemed to freeze, as the sun did not move, and it stayed the same temperature: undeniably hot. It was unbearably hot even though it should have cooled off by now.

Trea walked from the beach to her small beach hut. The minuscule island she lived on was remote, but she didn?t mind it. She lived there all her life, with her parents and a few others in their own huts. They all slowly died from disease, malnutrition, lack of civilization, but she seemed to not mind it. She was made for that kind of life. As the only inhabitant that remained, she found ways to stifle her boredom, such as shaking trees, catching fish and bugs, decorating her hut, and gardening the rare and unique varieties of flora the isle possessed. It was a quiet life, a lonesome life, a life like that of the sun. She would rise each morning, with a new feeling of freshness, slowly glimmer across the afternoon, heating up her day, and at dusk she would slowly settle, letting darkness take over. Her parents used to called her ?The Sun Goddess?, with her long bright hair that would blind anyone who saw it in the sun, along with her cheery and sunny attitude.

After she steps inside her hut, she flops onto her makeshift palm bed, and falls asleep, thinking of what it would be like to be the sun. Rising into the sky, giving brightness and light to all across the earth. Then, falling back down, letting the moon take over to bring darkness, knowing she made million of plants, animals, and people happy and healthy with the intense sunlight.

She jerked up in bed, hearing a thump outside of her hut and on the shore. After quickly donning her favorite spear with a sun carved on its end, she runs outside and raises it in a threatening demeanor. Outside, stepping onto the sand from the boat, is an Indian man, wearing a brightly coloured turban, adorned with a rainbow feather. Trea lowers her spear, and raises her eyebrows at this new sight. She?s never had a visitor on the island, let alone someone who clearly doesn?t look like he was from around here.

The man begins, with a spicy authentic accent, ?Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you know where your parents are??

Trea responds, a trilled Caribbean voice slowly ate away by the salt, ?Yes, I?m fine. All is well. May I ask what you have come here for??

?I have come here seeking the great Summer-Stone, all alone as my shipmates died from starvation.? Trea then notices his skinny stature, along with an apparent appetite. ?By the way, do you have any extra food, maybe coconuts??

Trea sighs and nods, leading him to her hut. As he walks in, he glares around, half-astonished, half-asleep. Within her hut, were many pieces of makeshift furniture, including her palm-leaf bed, a table, chair, and nightstand made of dried palm leaves and wood, and a little clay bowl sitting on the table filled with coconut shavings, next to a couple freshly picked coconuts as well. He glares over at the food and looks inquisitively, and she nods. As he devours the food with a ravenous attitude, she looks out, and sees the sun, half-way up the sky. She goes back in and uncovers her empty windowsill, and lets the pure beams of aether light flow into her home. The man looks back, startled at the light, and returns to his feast.

?I have errands I must do, please stay inside until I return,? she asks. The man turns around and nods, and then returns to his food. Trea goes outside, seeking the warmth and happiness of the sun; oddly she?s found that as of late, she cannot stand being cooped up in her home, so many a day she sits outside, staring at the folding ocean waves, letting the summer warmth give her hair a glimmer, enjoying the blissfulness of the moment.

After a short while, she hears a bang in her home, and looks behind to see the man running outside with her prized possession: her spear with the sun carving on its end. With a gasp, she gets up and runs to him, letting the summer breeze glide her to the thief. After easily surpassing him, she snakes the spear from him, and presses it against his cotton tunic. Seeing himself wedged between a half-dead palm tree and the spear he?s been searching for, he gives up, and plays a ruse.

?Please! Don?t hurt me! I was simply admiring it, and wanted to see it in the sunlight!?, he begs. Trea shakes her head, golden hair flipping back and forth, ?You came to this island to try to find the Summer-Stone, and realized my spear is the key to it.? He gives her a startled look, as she sees through his ruse. ?When my parents handed down me the spear, they said I was to protect it with my life, and to allow no one, no matter what, to ever use it to unlock and see the Summer-Stone for the sake of their very being. My great-great-great-great grandfather died from opening the secret chamber on the far side of the island and looking at it. For the sake of your life, I expect you to not follow in his foot steps.? She lowers the spears, sharply grabbing him by his wrist, and starts to drag him back onto the beach. Once they get to his boat, she lets go and throws him to the ground.

?Leave the island now! I want to never see you again!? she yells. The man, unbeaten, gets up, and realizes that this is his final chance to obtain the Summer-Stone. He reaches out and takes the spear from her, and makes off again into the bushy jungle terrain on the island. She sighs looking at her feet. Since he won?t give up so easily, she?s gonna have to capture him and put him in a jungle-wood cage.

She runs into the deep jungle, noticing the dew drops falling, cascading off of leaves and onto the earthy soil. Bushes filled with multicolored vibrant fruits let off a buzz as the insects in them scatter and scuttle away upon her approaching. The sun is halfway set, still giving brief light within the deep trees. Trea looks up, to see the sun, in its pristine glory, giving light across the horizon. Like the sun, she must not give up when darkness attempts to succeed it; her heart beats faster and faster, like a lion about to attack its prey. She feels the immensity of the moment. The man reaches the tiny cavern, where the Summer-Stone is sealed by ancient druids? fire and light magic. At the end of the small tunnel is a giant stone with three sun glyphs drawn in charcoal on it, each successive sun smaller than the other, drawn within themselves. In the center, is the third and smallest sun. He turns the spear around to the dull end, with the sun carving on it, and matches it up to a similar looking sun on the stone. Just as he is about to press it into the stone, Trea comes into the entrance of the cave.

?Stop! You don?t know what you?re doing! Stop before you hurt yourself!? Trea yells. But it?s too late. He already pressed the butt of the spear into the tiny glyph. The man steps back as the sun glyphs slowly glow to the brightness of a lifetime of summer sunlight. The man, blinded by the rays, falls to his knees as he grimaces in pain. Within seconds his body evaporates into ashes as the blinding light reaches the outside. Trea turns around, covering her eyes. She peeps open one eye and in the corner she sees the sun, setting in the distance, filling the ultramarine sky with rosy hues. As the light inside the cavern fades, she lowers her hands from her face, and sees something amazing at the end. In place of the stone with the glyphs carved in it, is a tiny cobblestone pedestal. And resting on it is a stone that makes one think it is the pure definition of summer. It?s perfectly round and spherical, and glows a constant white-yellow, bright enough to make you think you were staring at the sun, but not as so strong as to blind you. As Trea slowly creeps up to it, she starts to feel warm and happy. When she gets to it and picks it up, she for once in her life starts to feel like a true Sun Goddess.

My story I spent so long typing/writing. I ended up redoing half of it, but that's what I submit.
Tell me your honest opinion

Oh my... This is amazing! I haven't had time to read the rest of the entries, but I really love this one. I'm just going out and burning my own ideas...

 

[MissLily123]

Spoiler: The Summer-Stone

The Summer-Stone​

Trea was walking down the beach, looking at the cascading ocean; it?s sapphire waves flowing over each other, like an ethereal chalice filled with ambrosia. A salty scent fills the air as she looks up from the sand at the setting sun. The blazing disk of intense fire was fusing with the horizon, with its burning orange turning into a deep sanguine red. Time seemed to freeze, as the sun did not move, and it stayed the same temperature: undeniably hot. It was unbearably hot even though it should have cooled off by now.

Trea walked from the beach to her small beach hut. The minuscule island she lived on was remote, but she didn?t mind it. She lived there all her life, with her parents and a few others in their own huts. They all slowly died from disease, malnutrition, lack of civilization, but she seemed to not mind it. She was made for that kind of life. As the only inhabitant that remained, she found ways to stifle her boredom, such as shaking trees, catching fish and bugs, decorating her hut, and gardening the rare and unique varieties of flora the isle possessed. It was a quiet life, a lonesome life, a life like that of the sun. She would rise each morning, with a new feeling of freshness, slowly glimmer across the afternoon, heating up her day, and at dusk she would slowly settle, letting darkness take over. Her parents used to called her ?The Sun Goddess?, with her long bright hair that would blind anyone who saw it in the sun, along with her cheery and sunny attitude.

After she steps inside her hut, she flops onto her makeshift palm bed, and falls asleep, thinking of what it would be like to be the sun. Rising into the sky, giving brightness and light to all across the earth. Then, falling back down, letting the moon take over to bring darkness, knowing she made million of plants, animals, and people happy and healthy with the intense sunlight.

She jerked up in bed, hearing a thump outside of her hut and on the shore. After quickly donning her favorite spear with a sun carved on its end, she runs outside and raises it in a threatening demeanor. Outside, stepping onto the sand from the boat, is an Indian man, wearing a brightly coloured turban, adorned with a rainbow feather. Trea lowers her spear, and raises her eyebrows at this new sight. She?s never had a visitor on the island, let alone someone who clearly doesn?t look like he was from around here.

The man begins, with a spicy authentic accent, ?Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you know where your parents are??

Trea responds, a trilled Caribbean voice slowly ate away by the salt, ?Yes, I?m fine. All is well. May I ask what you have come here for??

?I have come here seeking the great Summer-Stone, all alone as my shipmates died from starvation.? Trea then notices his skinny stature, along with an apparent appetite. ?By the way, do you have any extra food, maybe coconuts??

Trea sighs and nods, leading him to her hut. As he walks in, he glares around, half-astonished, half-asleep. Within her hut, were many pieces of makeshift furniture, including her palm-leaf bed, a table, chair, and nightstand made of dried palm leaves and wood, and a little clay bowl sitting on the table filled with coconut shavings, next to a couple freshly picked coconuts as well. He glares over at the food and looks inquisitively, and she nods. As he devours the food with a ravenous attitude, she looks out, and sees the sun, half-way up the sky. She goes back in and uncovers her empty windowsill, and lets the pure beams of aether light flow into her home. The man looks back, startled at the light, and returns to his feast.

?I have errands I must do, please stay inside until I return,? she asks. The man turns around and nods, and then returns to his food. Trea goes outside, seeking the warmth and happiness of the sun; oddly she?s found that as of late, she cannot stand being cooped up in her home, so many a day she sits outside, staring at the folding ocean waves, letting the summer warmth give her hair a glimmer, enjoying the blissfulness of the moment.

After a short while, she hears a bang in her home, and looks behind to see the man running outside with her prized possession: her spear with the sun carving on its end. With a gasp, she gets up and runs to him, letting the summer breeze glide her to the thief. After easily surpassing him, she snakes the spear from him, and presses it against his cotton tunic. Seeing himself wedged between a half-dead palm tree and the spear he?s been searching for, he gives up, and plays a ruse.

?Please! Don?t hurt me! I was simply admiring it, and wanted to see it in the sunlight!?, he begs. Trea shakes her head, golden hair flipping back and forth, ?You came to this island to try to find the Summer-Stone, and realized my spear is the key to it.? He gives her a startled look, as she sees through his ruse. ?When my parents handed down me the spear, they said I was to protect it with my life, and to allow no one, no matter what, to ever use it to unlock and see the Summer-Stone for the sake of their very being. My great-great-great-great grandfather died from opening the secret chamber on the far side of the island and looking at it. For the sake of your life, I expect you to not follow in his foot steps.? She lowers the spears, sharply grabbing him by his wrist, and starts to drag him back onto the beach. Once they get to his boat, she lets go and throws him to the ground.

?Leave the island now! I want to never see you again!? she yells. The man, unbeaten, gets up, and realizes that this is his final chance to obtain the Summer-Stone. He reaches out and takes the spear from her, and makes off again into the bushy jungle terrain on the island. She sighs looking at her feet. Since he won?t give up so easily, she?s gonna have to capture him and put him in a jungle-wood cage.

She runs into the deep jungle, noticing the dew drops falling, cascading off of leaves and onto the earthy soil. Bushes filled with multicolored vibrant fruits let off a buzz as the insects in them scatter and scuttle away upon her approaching. The sun is halfway set, still giving brief light within the deep trees. Trea looks up, to see the sun, in its pristine glory, giving light across the horizon. Like the sun, she must not give up when darkness attempts to succeed it; her heart beats faster and faster, like a lion about to attack its prey. She feels the immensity of the moment. The man reaches the tiny cavern, where the Summer-Stone is sealed by ancient druids? fire and light magic. At the end of the small tunnel is a giant stone with three sun glyphs drawn in charcoal on it, each successive sun smaller than the other, drawn within themselves. In the center, is the third and smallest sun. He turns the spear around to the dull end, with the sun carving on it, and matches it up to a similar looking sun on the stone. Just as he is about to press it into the stone, Trea comes into the entrance of the cave.

?Stop! You don?t know what you?re doing! Stop before you hurt yourself!? Trea yells. But it?s too late. He already pressed the butt of the spear into the tiny glyph. The man steps back as the sun glyphs slowly glow to the brightness of a lifetime of summer sunlight. The man, blinded by the rays, falls to his knees as he grimaces in pain. Within seconds his body evaporates into ashes as the blinding light reaches the outside. Trea turns around, covering her eyes. She peeps open one eye and in the corner she sees the sun, setting in the distance, filling the ultramarine sky with rosy hues. As the light inside the cavern fades, she lowers her hands from her face, and sees something amazing at the end. In place of the stone with the glyphs carved in it, is a tiny cobblestone pedestal. And resting on it is a stone that makes one think it is the pure definition of summer. It?s perfectly round and spherical, and glows a constant white-yellow, bright enough to make you think you were staring at the sun, but not as so strong as to blind you. As Trea slowly creeps up to it, she starts to feel warm and happy. When she gets to it and picks it up, she for once in her life starts to feel like a true Sun Goddess.

My story I spent so long typing/writing. I ended up redoing half of it, but that's what I submit.
Tell me your honest opinion

Holy writing skills, that is amazing!!

 

[Melyora]

This is my WIP for the art contest:

Spoiler: My Town with my Villagers and Mayor, enjoying the summer!

I will probably make a lot of changes, with positioning of the villagers and some background and more summer-themed items lying around.

Definitely enjoying working on this project! Still need to get Annalise for my town, but she will have her spot already in my drawing

with my name in the middle of the picture for now, I am quite paranoid about other people using my piece before I have the chance to send it in XD

 

[The cub servant]

This is my WIP for the art contest:

Spoiler: My Town with my Villagers and Mayor, enjoying the summer!

View attachment 139559

I will probably make a lot of changes, with positioning of the villagers and some background and more summer-themed items lying around.

Definitely enjoying working on this project! Still need to get Annalise for my town, but she will have her spot already in my drawing

with my name in the middle of the picture for now, I am quite paranoid about other people using my piece before I have the chance to send it in XD

This just make me think about how bad I am am at drawing! Another masterpiece! And don't worry, IF people should steal it, which I really doubt they will, I guess you can show a picture of your post a date

 

[DaCoSim]

This is my WIP for the art contest:

Spoiler: My Town with my Villagers and Mayor, enjoying the summer!

View attachment 139559

I will probably make a lot of changes, with positioning of the villagers and some background and more summer-themed items lying around.

Definitely enjoying working on this project! Still need to get Annalise for my town, but she will have her spot already in my drawing

with my name in the middle of the picture for now, I am quite paranoid about other people using my piece before I have the chance to send it in XD

This is soooooo so cute! I luv it so far!!! Great job!

 

[Vizionari]

I just spent a very pleasant 2 hours pouring over all these posted entries ...OMG!! LOVED reading the Writing Entries!!!
I think a lot of us feel like MissLily123 ? shy about sharing ? I know I do ? but when I look at all of them and poured over the writing submissions, I am really glad that you all posted to share with the rest of us!
I totally agree with Justin when he said ?Great entries so far, everyone!? And I wouldn't want the job of selecting the winners!!
I know it is only my feelings on the subject, but, In my humble opinion these are all excellent entries!!! I wanted to reply to all of you but it would be a HUGE post! LOL
Misti, roroselle, peyone, ArticFox5, DaCoSim, Money Hunter, Chipped-Teacup, hemming1996, MayorEvvie, p e p p e r, Slamming, Jacob_Iawall, Espurr, riummi, Cam, Magic Marshmallow, WonderK, Ariel, Heichou_, Mayorofcardia, Fizii, Kanaa, Buggy, The Final Light Of Dawn, MyLifeIsCake, Vizionari, ShinyYoshi, Wrathie83, hunter locked, Ona272, Jas, MegaAquaKat, Aeryka, Forek, Nebudelic, GoldieJoan

Good Luck, Everyone!!!

Aw, I'm flattered!!

 

[SharJoY]

I took these three photos... I just don't know which one I shall enter with...

Spoiler: Not that good, but I like them

- - - Post Merge - - -



Oh my... This is amazing! I haven't had time to read the rest of the entries, but I really love this one. I'm just going out and burning my own ideas...

I really like the second one it is a beautiful shot....and I love flowers

 

[SeraphicOrder]

people are way way way talented and skilled in the forums

 

[SharJoY]

This is my WIP for the art contest:

Spoiler: My Town with my Villagers and Mayor, enjoying the summer!

View attachment 139559

I will probably make a lot of changes, with positioning of the villagers and some background and more summer-themed items lying around.

Definitely enjoying working on this project! Still need to get Annalise for my town, but she will have her spot already in my drawing

with my name in the middle of the picture for now, I am quite paranoid about other people using my piece before I have the chance to send it in XD

This will be adorable

 

[roseflower]

All your entries are amazing! Good luck everyone
I entered two contests so far, and I?m slowly working on my entry for the Writing Contest.

 

[EtchaSketch]

I entered the photography contest with this:

 

[Jacob]

I entered the photography contest with this:
View attachment 139679

OH MY THIS IS GORGEOUS

 

[EtchaSketch]

OH MY THIS IS GORGEOUS

THANK YOU OMGGGGG<3
ITS OKAY I DONT KNOW HOW I MANAGED TO SNAP A PIC LIKE THIS EITHER

 

[roseflower]

I entered the photography contest with this:
View attachment 139679

Wow, just beautiful!

 

[ZetaFunction]

I entered the photography contest with this:
View attachment 139679

;O; everyone's art is amazing
I love it all *-*

...I can't art worth a darn so I doubt I'll share mine if I get to making any; my story is the only thing I'm proud of

 

[MissLily123]

I entered the photography contest with this:
View attachment 139679

How beautiful! Everyone here is so talented @.@

 

[Miele]

I was stuck between two pictures for the photography contest

Spoiler

theres the one where it caltures the rainy reason that is summer


Then there's the one with the pretty sunset


At the end, I went with the sunset one since I believe it fits the colours of summer more.

 

[The Pennifer]

WOW!! Some very beautiful photography entries!
You are all truly talented and gifted!