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mintellect
attention gamers,
there we go!
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MissLily123
Oh, the Nostalgia.
Ooh that's good, good luck
Oh thank you! I wasn't expecting to get any compliments! Makes me happy! Good luck to you as well ^.^
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Thank you!
mintellect
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Thanks! I tried to make it as water color-y texture-y as possible!
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eep so finally finished my piece for reall!
took endless hours of continuous drawing, and im really happy about how it turned out!
i love this. omg
mintellect
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Thanks so much!
doveling
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thank you all : v ;;; ///
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this looks awesome!
MissLily123
Oh, the Nostalgia.
Wow! That's awesome!
mintellect
attention gamers,
CUZ BABY YOU'RE A FIIIIIIIIIIIREWORK
...That's what that's supposed to be right? Haha, nice job
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So, this was the MS Paint thing i was considering entering, but I changed my mind. The white stuff is supposed to be sunscreen...
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Ariel.
∵≪Good Vibes≫∵
I just finished my short story for the writing contest. It's 1986 words, so it's pretty long. I can't imagine a lot of you would want to read it.
Personally, I don't know if it's good. It's not my best. It doesn't have a lot of imagery at all, tbh.
I also don't know if the "summer" theme is expressed enough. It's not a very happy-go-lucky story, but it is set on a summer vacation.
So, here you go I guess. If you want to talk about it with me, you can vm or pm me for a quicker reply.
Thanks everyone :]
(Also, I love all of your stuff so far <3)
Personally, I don't know if it's good. It's not my best. It doesn't have a lot of imagery at all, tbh.
I also don't know if the "summer" theme is expressed enough. It's not a very happy-go-lucky story, but it is set on a summer vacation.
So, here you go I guess. If you want to talk about it with me, you can vm or pm me for a quicker reply.
Thanks everyone :]
(Also, I love all of your stuff so far <3)
My brother and I were always in a competition when we were young, just like most siblings. He was always beating me in everything. He was better at making music, art, friends, you name it. I don?t even think he was trying most of the time. He was simply better at whatever I was merely good at. I would lie and cheat in things I normally did for fun just to say I was better at it than my brother, like tracing drawings or peeking at his cards in UNO. I always felt bad when I cheated, though. All I wanted to do was be the winner. It didn?t feel fair that he could seemingly be the best at whatever he wanted, and it made me even more upset that I had to cheat in order to win. I never let him know how I felt, but if I had, I?m sure the whole fishing incident could have been avoided.
We were on vacation at St. George Island. The island was small, but it had plenty of fishing spots, all within walking distance from the beach house we were staying at. Most of the fishing spots had a lot of baby sharks. There was only one spot on the whole island to actually swim, and even though there were no sharks, there were a lot of minnows, which made me feel like there would be sharks around. Needless to say, I didn?t swim much because I was afraid I?d get bit by a baby shark.
I spent most of my time in the shallow water trying to catch minnows with my sand castle bucket. My brother, Luke, was swimming because he wasn?t afraid. Sometimes Luke would join me, but he?d get bored and go back to swimming because it was ?too easy?. I didn?t think it was that easy, but it was very calming for me for some reason. If I caught a lot of minnows, I would go show my dad and then dump them all back in the water and start again. Sometimes I?d take a break and make sandcastles or swim out to my brother and swim back.
I did this for the first two days of the vacation. I had become very attached to my minnows. Sometimes I would name them and put them back and see if I could find them again. I was getting very good at catching them. My dad noticed my fascination with fishing, which I assume is the reason he asked me to go fishing with him and Luke. Not just bucket fishing, real fishing, as in, baby shark fishing. I wasn?t so sure about it. I thought sharks were scary, and I was too small to reel it in. My dad informed me that baby sharks aren?t as scary, and that he would help me with reeling in my fish if I couldn?t handle it. I figured it would be cool to tell my friends that I caught a shark, so I went along.
Most of the sharks we caught were very small. They really weren?t as scary as I thought. Some of them I even caught without any help. Luke, however, caught all of his without help since he is way stronger than I am. My dad told us that the biggest one we catch he would cook up so we could see what shark tastes like. We decided to keep the biggest shark in a cooler with ocean water in it until an even bigger one came, then we would switch it out. Dad was in charge of throwing them back after we caught them if they weren?t bigger than the biggest one. At first we were really excited about trying shark because it made us sound like Vikings or pirates, but looking at the size of the ones we were pulling in, we weren?t going to get one with enough meat on it to even try. Towards the end of the day, the largest one we caught was big enough for each of us to have a couple bites. Of course, it was Luke?s. The sun was going down, so we had to go back soon. Dad told us that we could both catch one more and then we would go back.
I was sitting in the sand with the fishing rod in one hand and I was making a sandcastle with the other hand. I knew I wouldn?t catch a bigger shark than Luke?s since all of the sharks were so small. I was disappointed, but I saw it coming. Even if he had caught the biggest one, it wasn?t that impressive, so I didn?t feel as bad as usual. I was thinking of new names for the minnows I would catch the next day when my rod started clicking. I tried to reel it back, but when I did, the rod almost shot out of my hand. The reel wouldn?t even move backwards. The rod started bending forward and a lot more than usual. I the line kept shooting out because I couldn?t reel it back. I called for my dad, and he ran to help me. He took the rod out of my hand and tried to reel it in, but he was struggling for the first time all day. ?How big is this thing?? I wondered. I looked to my brother and he was watching in awe. It was almost as if he was shocked.
I was so excited. I was beating him fair and square for the first time. I felt like it couldn?t be possible, though. What if the line breaks? What if it gets away? I started to panic.
?Pull it in, dad! Get it before it gets away! Get the shark! The line is going to break!?
?Calm down, Claire, I know how to fish!? He argued. I could tell he was struggling. He kept grunting and cursing under his breath.
Then, after a few minutes of intense line-pulling and rod-waving, out of the water came a big, fat, 3 foot shark. Defeated and flopping every which way, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen: victory. Luke stood at the shore with his mouth hanging wide open. ?Whoa.? was the only word he could seem to find.
?That?s mine! That?s mine! I caught that! Look at my shark! Look how big it is!? I could barely contain my excitement. I couldn?t believe it. My shark was the biggest!
Luke stuck his rod in the sand and helped put the shark in the cooler.
?Well, Claire, looks like your shark is the biggest!? my dad said.
?Yeah, and now we get to eat it.? I said.
Luke didn?t seem upset his shark wasn?t the biggest. He was just as excited as I was. We hadn?t seen a shark this big in real life before. I grabbed my rod and laid it down next to all of our stuff.
Luke went to go grab his rod, but as soon as he picked it up, it started to click. I didn?t think anything of it until I heard him say, ?Um, dad? It?s not reeling back.?
?You?ve got to be kidding me.? I thought. Dad rushed over and tried to pull it in, but even he couldn?t pull it in. Both he and Luke started to pull it in. ?No. This is not happening. Not right now.?
The rod was shaking violently. I started wishing the line would break, but it was like a supernatural force was keeping it together. Both of them had their hand on the reel, stepping backwards and digging into the sand. Right when I thought it was over, it kept going. They reeled and let go over and over to try to tire the fish, but it kept going. Finally, it broke out of the water, and there before my eyes, was the new largest shark I had ever seen. I stood there, boiling over with anger and defeat.
As they brought forward the 4.5 foot beast, they rejoiced. My dad got so excited he wanted to take a picture. As he went to grab the camera, all I could think was how that glory should be mine. That picture should be mine. That feeling should be mine. It was mine. He stole it from me.
I don?t remember how exactly it happened, it feels like a blur looking back on it, but somehow I managed to pick up my shark out of the cooler and superwoman throw it right into my brother?s stomach. All I remember is him falling to the ground with one giant shark on his stomach and the other lying next to him, and the screams to follow. My dad whipped around and started running towards him. Luke instinctively threw the shark off of him and got up and ran away, thankfully without being bit. My dad was in a sort of shock state, yelling at me and checking my brother, who was crying because he was terrified and confused, or so I thought. When I looked closer, I saw that my brother?s skin was reddish pink around his stomach and hands. I looked down at my own hands, it was the same thing, and they started to sting.
?What is wrong with you? Claire! Look at me right now! Shark skin is rough, that?s why I haven?t let you touch it all day. What were you thinking when you threw that? Why would you do that to your brother?? My dad yelled while looking at my hands. I didn?t know what to say. How do you tell your dad that the only reason you threw a shark at your brother was because he caught a bigger one? I looked at my brother who now wasn?t crying as much as he was glaring at me. I started to cry very, very hard. I think it was the first time I cried in front of Luke. My dad wrapped a towel around me and did that whole trying-to-be-understanding-and-firm-at-the-same-time thing. Luke did not like that he wasn?t getting his answers; he didn?t know why this happened to him either.
?Oh come on, she can?t just get away with this, I could have died you know!? he whined.
?We will talk later; we have to get you two a first aid kit. Let?s go back to the beach house.? Dad said.
?What about the sharks?? Luke surprisingly asked as if he didn?t just get one thrown at him.
?Can you even help carry it with your stomach?? Dad asked.
Luke turned around to look at the shark, but both of the sharks, to his surprise, were gone.
?Wait, what? Where are they?? Luke exclaimed.
Dad looked over where the pole was lying, and it was lying pretty close to the shoreline. ?The waves must have pulled them away or something, son.? Dad said.
I was already disappointed in myself, but this one was the stinger. Not only did I hurt my brother, but I spoiled the only thing we were looking forward to all day. Then, just as Luke started to have a hissy fit, I realized how dumb everything was. Why was I so jealous of my brother? He?s older and bigger, of course he?s going to be better than me at things. Then I slowly realized how funny it was that I had thrown a shark at my brother and now both of our sharks are in the ocean again. Then I laughed hysterically, and explained myself while trying to stop laughing. I told them about how jealous I was because I didn?t know any better, and that I was sorry. My brother couldn?t believe it, and he was mad but I think he understood. My dad was the same way, but he lectured me more about it and told me it wasn?t funny. Now, I?m grounded.
We were on vacation at St. George Island. The island was small, but it had plenty of fishing spots, all within walking distance from the beach house we were staying at. Most of the fishing spots had a lot of baby sharks. There was only one spot on the whole island to actually swim, and even though there were no sharks, there were a lot of minnows, which made me feel like there would be sharks around. Needless to say, I didn?t swim much because I was afraid I?d get bit by a baby shark.
I spent most of my time in the shallow water trying to catch minnows with my sand castle bucket. My brother, Luke, was swimming because he wasn?t afraid. Sometimes Luke would join me, but he?d get bored and go back to swimming because it was ?too easy?. I didn?t think it was that easy, but it was very calming for me for some reason. If I caught a lot of minnows, I would go show my dad and then dump them all back in the water and start again. Sometimes I?d take a break and make sandcastles or swim out to my brother and swim back.
I did this for the first two days of the vacation. I had become very attached to my minnows. Sometimes I would name them and put them back and see if I could find them again. I was getting very good at catching them. My dad noticed my fascination with fishing, which I assume is the reason he asked me to go fishing with him and Luke. Not just bucket fishing, real fishing, as in, baby shark fishing. I wasn?t so sure about it. I thought sharks were scary, and I was too small to reel it in. My dad informed me that baby sharks aren?t as scary, and that he would help me with reeling in my fish if I couldn?t handle it. I figured it would be cool to tell my friends that I caught a shark, so I went along.
Most of the sharks we caught were very small. They really weren?t as scary as I thought. Some of them I even caught without any help. Luke, however, caught all of his without help since he is way stronger than I am. My dad told us that the biggest one we catch he would cook up so we could see what shark tastes like. We decided to keep the biggest shark in a cooler with ocean water in it until an even bigger one came, then we would switch it out. Dad was in charge of throwing them back after we caught them if they weren?t bigger than the biggest one. At first we were really excited about trying shark because it made us sound like Vikings or pirates, but looking at the size of the ones we were pulling in, we weren?t going to get one with enough meat on it to even try. Towards the end of the day, the largest one we caught was big enough for each of us to have a couple bites. Of course, it was Luke?s. The sun was going down, so we had to go back soon. Dad told us that we could both catch one more and then we would go back.
I was sitting in the sand with the fishing rod in one hand and I was making a sandcastle with the other hand. I knew I wouldn?t catch a bigger shark than Luke?s since all of the sharks were so small. I was disappointed, but I saw it coming. Even if he had caught the biggest one, it wasn?t that impressive, so I didn?t feel as bad as usual. I was thinking of new names for the minnows I would catch the next day when my rod started clicking. I tried to reel it back, but when I did, the rod almost shot out of my hand. The reel wouldn?t even move backwards. The rod started bending forward and a lot more than usual. I the line kept shooting out because I couldn?t reel it back. I called for my dad, and he ran to help me. He took the rod out of my hand and tried to reel it in, but he was struggling for the first time all day. ?How big is this thing?? I wondered. I looked to my brother and he was watching in awe. It was almost as if he was shocked.
I was so excited. I was beating him fair and square for the first time. I felt like it couldn?t be possible, though. What if the line breaks? What if it gets away? I started to panic.
?Pull it in, dad! Get it before it gets away! Get the shark! The line is going to break!?
?Calm down, Claire, I know how to fish!? He argued. I could tell he was struggling. He kept grunting and cursing under his breath.
Then, after a few minutes of intense line-pulling and rod-waving, out of the water came a big, fat, 3 foot shark. Defeated and flopping every which way, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen: victory. Luke stood at the shore with his mouth hanging wide open. ?Whoa.? was the only word he could seem to find.
?That?s mine! That?s mine! I caught that! Look at my shark! Look how big it is!? I could barely contain my excitement. I couldn?t believe it. My shark was the biggest!
Luke stuck his rod in the sand and helped put the shark in the cooler.
?Well, Claire, looks like your shark is the biggest!? my dad said.
?Yeah, and now we get to eat it.? I said.
Luke didn?t seem upset his shark wasn?t the biggest. He was just as excited as I was. We hadn?t seen a shark this big in real life before. I grabbed my rod and laid it down next to all of our stuff.
Luke went to go grab his rod, but as soon as he picked it up, it started to click. I didn?t think anything of it until I heard him say, ?Um, dad? It?s not reeling back.?
?You?ve got to be kidding me.? I thought. Dad rushed over and tried to pull it in, but even he couldn?t pull it in. Both he and Luke started to pull it in. ?No. This is not happening. Not right now.?
The rod was shaking violently. I started wishing the line would break, but it was like a supernatural force was keeping it together. Both of them had their hand on the reel, stepping backwards and digging into the sand. Right when I thought it was over, it kept going. They reeled and let go over and over to try to tire the fish, but it kept going. Finally, it broke out of the water, and there before my eyes, was the new largest shark I had ever seen. I stood there, boiling over with anger and defeat.
As they brought forward the 4.5 foot beast, they rejoiced. My dad got so excited he wanted to take a picture. As he went to grab the camera, all I could think was how that glory should be mine. That picture should be mine. That feeling should be mine. It was mine. He stole it from me.
I don?t remember how exactly it happened, it feels like a blur looking back on it, but somehow I managed to pick up my shark out of the cooler and superwoman throw it right into my brother?s stomach. All I remember is him falling to the ground with one giant shark on his stomach and the other lying next to him, and the screams to follow. My dad whipped around and started running towards him. Luke instinctively threw the shark off of him and got up and ran away, thankfully without being bit. My dad was in a sort of shock state, yelling at me and checking my brother, who was crying because he was terrified and confused, or so I thought. When I looked closer, I saw that my brother?s skin was reddish pink around his stomach and hands. I looked down at my own hands, it was the same thing, and they started to sting.
?What is wrong with you? Claire! Look at me right now! Shark skin is rough, that?s why I haven?t let you touch it all day. What were you thinking when you threw that? Why would you do that to your brother?? My dad yelled while looking at my hands. I didn?t know what to say. How do you tell your dad that the only reason you threw a shark at your brother was because he caught a bigger one? I looked at my brother who now wasn?t crying as much as he was glaring at me. I started to cry very, very hard. I think it was the first time I cried in front of Luke. My dad wrapped a towel around me and did that whole trying-to-be-understanding-and-firm-at-the-same-time thing. Luke did not like that he wasn?t getting his answers; he didn?t know why this happened to him either.
?Oh come on, she can?t just get away with this, I could have died you know!? he whined.
?We will talk later; we have to get you two a first aid kit. Let?s go back to the beach house.? Dad said.
?What about the sharks?? Luke surprisingly asked as if he didn?t just get one thrown at him.
?Can you even help carry it with your stomach?? Dad asked.
Luke turned around to look at the shark, but both of the sharks, to his surprise, were gone.
?Wait, what? Where are they?? Luke exclaimed.
Dad looked over where the pole was lying, and it was lying pretty close to the shoreline. ?The waves must have pulled them away or something, son.? Dad said.
I was already disappointed in myself, but this one was the stinger. Not only did I hurt my brother, but I spoiled the only thing we were looking forward to all day. Then, just as Luke started to have a hissy fit, I realized how dumb everything was. Why was I so jealous of my brother? He?s older and bigger, of course he?s going to be better than me at things. Then I slowly realized how funny it was that I had thrown a shark at my brother and now both of our sharks are in the ocean again. Then I laughed hysterically, and explained myself while trying to stop laughing. I told them about how jealous I was because I didn?t know any better, and that I was sorry. My brother couldn?t believe it, and he was mad but I think he understood. My dad was the same way, but he lectured me more about it and told me it wasn?t funny. Now, I?m grounded.
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o, jeez. I took this last week. The blue bonnets near my house were in bloom!
Is that the entry? Because the entry has to be one you made especially for the contest.
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