|This mornings Sun Rise|
When Angels CryWhen Angels CryWhen Angels Cry by bluedragoneye
It was the age of angels and demons, during the time of the great war, towards the end of mankind and the beginning of a new world. Upon the world of man it was end of autumn, moving swiftly towards winter’s deadly kiss, all the trees left untouched by hells fire and brimstone, were dressing down for a long winter’s sleep baring their souls to the gods or what were left of them. The scent of snow hang heavily in the air, the wind was biting any and everything like a rabid dog, snarling in freezing toes fingers and limbs. The skies were no longer the shade of blue, now it was grey in a great many a hues, the sun ran away with the moon leaving this world, cold and alone, left to its dying fate. As mankind could only sit and wait, while above them where the heavens was thought to be, angles battle with hells evil deeds. Their blood the colour of fire and hate rain down upon all the rivers and lakes. Poisoning the seas and the lands, as heaven and h
The Yellow Rose The Yellow RoseThe Yellow Rose by bluedragoneye
It was that time of year when the cold snow, would pour down heavily upon the world, falling out of darken clouds, flowing down much like water over waterfalls roaring over stones, racing wildly down streams. Except unlike the noisy waterfalls, the falling snow was quite as death, the only sound it made was thump, thump, thump, this happen when it gathered too heavily upon old bare tree limbs and under great weights they would cry out in their midwinter night’s dream. It was now reaching the peak hour, the time of the night when it was half way between evening and morn. A magical time one could say, when doorways opened up so creatures from other realms could enter and explore or wreak havoc.
Soft as a whisper a solitary figure walk through the snow, with each footstep a small green vine would twist and
The PupilThe PupilThe Pupil by bluedragoneye
The smell of meat roasting over an open camp fire, travelled upon the cold winter’s wind, making one’s mouth water, as it twist and weaved its way through the deep dark woods, over head the thick grey clouds, choke out any hint that this was the night of the bleeding moon. Stars so far away one could scarcely see them with the naked eye, stayed hidden, for this was the night death walk among them. Down here thousands of fat tall trees stood surround a clearing, sleeping bare naked in the deep white snow tinted red and orange from the flickering, dancing fire light. A dark figure sat still as stone upon a rock, one would think they were really stone. But the sound of a flint stone scraping down long metal, was a dead giveaway that they were still flesh and blood.
Somewhere dead head of the solitary figure, the sound of snow crunching were heard, as footsteps moved slowly towards him. As they moved their eyes darted about the darken woods
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And this one sorry I deleted the related piece though I do not remember doing so
The BridgeBy read it its fablous Inspired by
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Blue's birthday gift“Blue hurry up a bit! We’re going to be late for the award ceremony!” I yelled out to her.
Will eat cookies where they fall.|
Current Residence: Under your bed
Skin of choice: Dragon scales
Personal Quote: Put your Swords Back In Your Pants Boys, Mine's Bigger Anyways
| Wonderful Beautiful Talented Artist! The first time I saw one of his lovely|
Pictures I was in awed for he has a gift for taking exquisite pictures. Whether they be his flowers
Many of which he himself have grown, to his landscape shots, even his beloved dog Moose he
Knows what will make others stand up and take notice. And I have I have fallen in love with
The area where he lives where he shows the world the Beauty of NZ……..
Smiles! Really one cannot look at her art and not smile for they are
So bright so colorful so full of life, even when she paints her sadness it's bright and
Colorful if only we all could be so sparkly stars are not just white for they are many colors
And Beverly star flashes many colors..............
Purple Popcorn Princess Cecy has a talent I wish I had she can create such amazing things
I know to her they are easy simple she has stated but to me they are remarkable works
I am clueless on how they are done so I admire her talent greatly
It was a tossup between which of my two C girls that I wanted to feature so I decided
What the heck do them both; they are each amazing in their own rights. And no I don't have and C men >.>
Captain C of the 7 C's is funny charming and such a sweet heart she is one of the most
Giving girls her age I have ever met and if she is your friend too then you are truly bless.
Now Duytter is new to me as an artist he is outstanding as a matter of fact I kept thinking
His pieces were photos and kept placing them into the wrong folder, until Lovely Bev pointed out to me
Hey dummy they are paintings ok she didn't say it like that but she should have
But really his art is amazing.
I have known this artist for a few years now very talented lady her art is fabulously done.
another awesome artist I have known for many years Igi has a lovely beautiful gift with comics I am a huge fan of her style.
Well these are a few of the artist I watch there are many more but I do not have forever to go through each and every ones pieces ……..yup too lazy