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Deviousness `ChewedKandi has certainly gone out of her way to keep the vector community on the right path. Always making sure that her talents are infinitely scalable, Sharon has put her bezier curves to excellent use, and firmly anchored herself as an inspirational leader. We're absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for June 2013 to `ChewedKandi. Congratulations, Sharon! Read More
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Sta.sh
Nice one.
It was funny how time seemed to pass by so slow and yet so fast.
For Jack, the many years of solitude had made him grow cold and isolated, just like the element he controlled. While this was true, it didn't mean that he wouldn't participate in the games that the children would play. Snowball fighting was always the best way to get the children to start playing, and he would get them to play for hours on end until the weather just got too chilly for them or it was already late.
The winter spirit always hated it when that time had to come. Playing with them (even if he couldn't be seen) would fill something inside of him that he didn't exactly know, but whenever they left, the void would come back, and he would remain silent until the next day would come.
Everyday it went on like that.
He noticed that his own village would change little by little. New people moved in, people he knew would move or pass away...the buildings would eventually be torn down and new, more modern ones would replace it, and the cycle just went on and on until it became what he saw today.
When he looked back, the difference was quite huge, but having watched it for so long, always being there, he would never notice it. Kind of like a child or a sibling that you live with...you know they're growing up, but often times it's too late already when you realize how big they've become.
It had then dawned on him that it had been a very long time since he had been born.
Inside, he felt cold.
Three hundred years without being seen.
He should probably give up.
Hey this is pretty long. :U
Nice drawing, as usual. |D
/didn't expect it to be long
But aaah my own scribbled story gave me feels
Usually I just write if the picture is interesting and stuff. |D