Fantasy Written Picturing

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Fantasy Written Picturing

Fantasy Written Picturings!

Feel free to do your own, and if you would like one, just ask. Me or any other CBer will do one for you.

This is a random sample of Bluebird: (I literally just flipped through the pages with my eyes closed and clicked on a random thread which happened to belong to Bluebird)

The tiny fairy slipped through the dew covered rose bush, her long silvery blue gown trailing behind her. Her silky golden hair flowed around her like a cape, weaved and tangled along her flittering wings. The tiny girl shivered in the chrisp morning air and beat her wings, rising above the flowerbeds to meet the sight of majestic bluebirds, singing a lullaby to thier young. The girl perched her self on a oak tree branch, staring with her wise, sapphire eyes across the rolling mountain sides, dotted with blooming flowers to the rising sun on the horizen, quiet, serene, untouched.

 

Please feel free to do your own, and ask if you would like one, as I said before! Could someone please do me of some wild animal, maybe a dragon or a pheonix? Thanks in advance!

 

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Umm... 

submitted by LilyPad
(April 20, 2017 - 7:32 pm)

Wow, that was fast, Admins. Cookies to you!

submitted by LilyPad
(April 20, 2017 - 7:48 pm)

Um, that was random!

submitted by HipHopTop
(April 20, 2017 - 7:48 pm)

Tippy Toppy!

submitted by LilyPad
(April 20, 2017 - 8:14 pm)
submitted by LilyTopper!
(April 20, 2017 - 11:03 pm)

Ooh, me please!

submitted by elementgirl18917
(April 21, 2017 - 5:40 am)

Could I get one, please?

LilyPad:

Pale pink, lily coloured scales flash in the sunlight as the baby dragon yawns, emerging from beneath her mother's wing. The rumbling snores of the rest of her family provide cover as she softly pads out of the clearing. When she is far enough away, she spreads her near translucent wings and shoots up through the trees, heading due north. After a few minutes, the dragon comes to a pond. The song of a mourning dove is cut short as she lands, the entire area going still. Ignoring the sudden silence, the young dragon steps towards the edge of the pond, and with a gentleness that no creature in the forest knew that dragons could possess, she lifts a flower with a green leaf out of the water. Her namesake. A LilyPad.

submitted by Kestrel
(April 21, 2017 - 8:27 am)

Please do me!

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” --Jalaluddin Rumi

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh), Fairyland
(April 21, 2017 - 12:39 pm)

Could I have one please?

@Lilypad: I'll try to do you as something flame related (probably a dragon) over the weekend, but I'm not the best writer.

Captcha says twch. Twitch? 

submitted by GreenMango
(April 21, 2017 - 8:04 pm)

Elementgirl:

Striking shades of blue, red and green seemed to burst out of the shining bright phoenix's tail, as if dying the green terrain with a mix of brilliant hues. Elementgirl spread her wings wide and swooped through the lush trees, calling out towards the valley with her powerful voice, and it echoed back at her hundreds of times. The waterfal below her crashed down creating a cacophony of noise. Rain slipped through the clouds, running down the pheonix's bright feathers as she sawed through the sky. Blue macaws and red parrots were breathtaken at the beautiful wonder soaring far above.

Kestrel:

Slipping past the oak trees and lush ferns with wonderous speed and beauty, Kestrel ran as fast as her four legs could take her. Although she was only a foal, the young centuer was skilled and powerful. Kestrel stopped at a waterhole, taking in deep gulps of the cool, crystal clear water. The young centuer stopped, gasping the sweet, fresh air, to take in the forest around her. Owls hooted in the trees above her and moonlight slanted through the autumn leaves, dancing along the forest floor in a twirling pattern. She didn't know what she was running from, or where she was running to, all she new was that she was free. Kestrels mother, a beautiful white mare trotted into the clearing, tossing her silky hair too and fro. This was home.

Mei:

Being a beautiful water dragon, Mei-Xui knew her way around the North American wilderness, from the rolling mountains to the deepest lakes. The young dragon was the bravest and most passionate of all the beasts in the jungle, and she new her way around. Mei had one wish, though. Her one wish was to reach to top of the crashing waterfall near her home. To stand, tall and proud atop the rocky cliffs and call out to the mountains below, hearing her voice echoing around her. It was her most secret wish, and no-one knew about it but her.

These thoughts were crossing Mei's mind as she neared the bottom of the water fall.Today was the day she was going to make her dreams come true, for today was her 100th birthday, the day when she would become a fully fledged dragon. Mei took a deep breath and rose her powerful wings. She arose to meet the beautiful sight of the wilderness, and her family below watching her. She knew this was going to be hard, but Mei was determined. She could make anything happen if she set her mind to it. 

submitted by LilyPad
(April 21, 2017 - 8:22 pm)

That is beautiful, Lily!! Thank you so much! 

submitted by elementgirl18917, age 10 7/12, the Periodic Table
(April 22, 2017 - 6:12 am)

I love it, Lily! It represents me perfectly!

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh), Fairyland
(April 22, 2017 - 7:19 am)

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I"M A CENTAUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKYOU LILYPAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i LOVE IT. 

submitted by Kestrel
(April 22, 2017 - 5:19 pm)

May I have one?

submitted by Esquire of Rohan, Playing Xbox with Hawkeye
(April 21, 2017 - 10:41 pm)

Here you go, Esquire!

Silently shifting through the shadows, the young elven girl slipped through the woords, unseen, unnoticed. Her long, pointed ears could detect the smallest of noises, yet the girl was cautious. Esquire had never been known as careless or stupid, and those traits were not about to be broken. Besides, Esquire was her on a mission. 

The dark woods loomed above her, the only trace of moonlight far above her in the sky, drowned out by the countless ferns and leaves. Esquire was taller than most folk, as it is common for the  Elven kin. Her long, braided dark hair flowed down her shoulders, tangeling in her wooden bow. Her deep green eyes were alert, watcheful. She new what had to be done. She would do it.

I hope you like it! 

submitted by LilyPad
(April 22, 2017 - 3:40 am)

Its great Lily! Its awesome! And mysterious..

submitted by Esquire of Rohan, Playing Xbox with Hawkeye
(April 22, 2017 - 12:36 pm)