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Subject: Artist Badge Sat Mar 29 2008, 19:43

Artist Badge

You must complete the following to earn this badge;

Choose two of the following;

1. Draw a picture in any style you wish
2. Paint a picture in any style you wish
3. Write a poem with at least four verses
4. Write a song with at east four verses
5, Write a one shot of at least 500 words
6. Create a piece of computer art

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Apr 02 2008, 16:38

1.

6.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Thu Apr 03 2008, 04:32

The most Un-Demonish Life for a demon

The moon shone on the frosted cobbles as Jamie walked down the street. Jamie was of respected blood in the demon community, he and his wife Shadow had together made the city of Tornod. The cities’ main street was deserted; Jamie seemed to be the only life there, until a stranger crossed him

“Sir Jamie my lord” the man bowed low “my apologies for disturbing you at this hour, but my wife is sick,” the man looked pitiful “the doctor... the doctor” he stammered “the doctor said she would die within a day” he cried

“What? You... You know?” Jamie asked the man

“Yes I know of your power, my Lord” he sniffed “I used to travel, I got told a lot of things about you in Erica, It seems you are treated with more respect there than here” the stranger commented

“I go where I’m needed, peasant” Jamie corrected him “I would live in Erica if it were not for Queen Shadow” he continued

The man looked impatiently at his pocket watch “Please sir, my wife needs your help, I implore you to have mercy” the man begged

“Show me to her” Jamie ordered the man “I will try to heal her, as long as you and your wife tell no-one of my non-demonic power” Jamie told him. “I don’t want white-slayers in my home trying to kill me and my wife” Jamie finished

The man began to walk back where he’d come from, he’d obviously been waiting for him or else how did the stranger know that Jamie would come? Jamie walked faster as the man’s cloak whipped around the corner.

“Peasant, what is it that your people call you?” Jamie asked him

“Oliver” the man replied hurriedly

Oliver entered a wooden house, where his wife lay sweating and groaning as a young woman dabbed cold water on her forehead.

“Move aside young woman,” Jamie said softly to the maid as not to alarm Oliver’s wife. Jamie leant over the woman,

“Could you tell me your name woman?” Jamie whispered to her

“Marion” the woman feebly whispered back

“Oliver, go and get me some dried whole-wheat and some warm water.” He ordered

Minutes later Jamie was handed the ingredients he mixed the two together and unclenched his fist,

“foryum jusgt yeyer” Jamie muttered as his hand which was hovering over the bowl gave off a bright white light.

“Okay Marion” Jamie whispered to the dying woman “drink this”

Marion swallowed as Jamie gave her the liquid, mouthful by mouthful she took the potion until there was none left.

“Okay...” Jamie told her “you will need to rest for a while, then when you feel good enough to get up take it slowly or the infection will come back again” Jamie told her firmly

“Thank you” Marion gasped in his ear.

Jamie simply nodded and smiled as he replaced his hat on his head,

“Goodnight to you kind peasant” Jamie muttered to Oliver as he walked out the door.

Jamie walked out of the cobbled street and up a long pathway, which lead to iron gates

“waterfall” Jamie said simply and the gates opened.

The tall man arrived in the house and yelled “Shadow? Where are you?”

Jamie heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs

“Daddy!” the little boy yelled

“Hey Arthur, how was your day?” Jamie asked him ruffling his hair

“well,” Arthur thought “I helped mummy with the baking...” he smiled cheekily

“WOW” Jamie gasped “was it fun?” he asked kneeling down to Arthur’s height

“Ermmm... yea” he said unsurely

“Come on you can tell me” Jamie urged looking at his little screwed up face

“Well...... don’t tell mum but it was the best damn day ever!” Arthur exclaimed

“Okay okay, I promise I won’t tell her” Jamie whispered as Shadow came down the stairs

“Pinkie promise” little Arthur whispered back holding out his little finger

“Pinkie promise” Jamie whispered grabbing Arthurs little finger with his.

“Hey hunny, how was your day?” Jamie asked her before kissing her

“Ermm...... I guess you could say better now your here” she smiled hugging him

“Right well, I’d better get changed, I haven’t even took my hat off yet!” Jamie exclaimed

Jamie ran up the stairs and into his room, Shadow always like to keep their room clean and tidy. Jamie through his over coat onto the bed and sat down beside it to take off his shoes, he hummed as he got changed into more comfortable clothes.

(755 WORDS)

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Apr 04 2008, 15:23

Poem:

Not making sense

Last night I cried
While lying in bed,
And I sent you a prayer
Right out of my head.
It was jumbled, I know,
And didn’t make much sense,
But hey – were we ever ones for that?

We never met face to face,
We never heard each other speak,
But virtual hugs are still felt,
And typed words still heard.
I try to explain
And it doesn’t make much sense,
But hey – were we ever ones for that?

I’ve been told not to dwell
Because it’s not what you’d want,
But I’m finding it hard
When it’s my mind you haunt –
In a good way, don’t get me wrong.
And to care about you so greatly won’t ever make much sense,
But hey – were we ever ones for that?

In my heart many names have been carved.
Long ago you made your own little section,
With your own little mark.
You were good, my girl, and many’s idea of perfection,
But to me, that word’s too small for you.
I know your flaws, and they help me to see
That you’re one of the few
Who can make people laugh
While you wipe their tears away.
You could change people’s minds, help them take a better path,
And you still will, even though you’re not physically here today,
And even though that doesn’t make much sense,
Hey Holly – weren’t you always one for that?

Song:

There's just something bittersweet about that girl
Around her the world just seemed to whirl
As the days, the weeks, and the years went by
She'd never let me see her cry
But she'd, she'd always laugh
And on she went down her silent path
There was just something sad about her

[chorus]
And I only saw her in the edges of photographs
And I only heard her sob veiled by a laugh
And only I felt her silence as a sting
There was just something...

There's just something wistful about that smile
Especially when she'd let it slip away for a while
There was always something on her mind
Now I just wish I could go back and find
Exactly what it was
Because
There was just something sad about her smile

[chorus]

There's just something sad about that day
When she realized she had something to say
Something to say, something to do
I could see the wheels churning, hear them too
But then, when the day was through
As she walked home her feet were her only view
There was just something sad about that day

[chorus]

Always looking down, what she'd never see
Is the confusion that she brought to me
But she never turned, and she never spoke
It was almost like she never awoke
From the methodical way she went about her life
Hidden by her routine there must have been strife
Because I know there had been something...

[chorus]

I was once asked that if I was given a chance
To go back, what I would do. but then I danced
Around the question, for I hadn't an answer
But now I know that I would ask her
What she had wanted to say
On that day
Because I know there had been something...

[chorus]

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Apr 04 2008, 15:52

Pickles: It seems like you have only done one part of the badge and therefore can not issue your badge until you have done the second part

Elana and Katie - you both recieve your badge and 100 points. Your badge will be added to your personal thread

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Sun Apr 06 2008, 10:49

https://2img.net/h/i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg257/pickleso88/demon-eye-2.jpg

sorry about that it slipped my mind that there was two tasks x]

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Apr 08 2008, 03:54

Thats ok
You have now recieved your badge which has been added to your personal page as well as 100 housepoints

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Apr 08 2008, 09:22

Hand Drawn:

Computer Art:

~AG

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Apr 08 2008, 10:33

One- shot:

Some one, please help…

Drip…
Some one please help me…
Drip… Drip…
No one will help you…
Drip… Drip… Drip…
Please, anyone…
Drip… Drip… Drip…Drip…
No one will care for a worthless half demon like you.
Pain building up…
Anyone, please, can anyone hear me?
Drip… Drip… Drip…
No one can hear you, child, no one cares.
The pool of blood forming.
Some one, any one…
Pain searing…
Give up child, no one will come
Sobbing…
No one cares…
Crying…
Now child, it is time…
Footsteps coming closer…
No!

I hit the wall, pain shooting up my spine. He was coming closer, ever nearer. Fear welled up inside me as I tried to back away, only to find my back touching the wall. His red-skinned hand closed around my throat and drew me towards him, before throwing me away again. I felt a tear fall from my eye as the breath was knocked from my lungs, hitting the wall once more.
“Allyssia, you know that the time has come for the prophecy to be fulfilled.”
“Please, I don’t want to…”
“You never had, and never will have a choice.”
“Father, I beg you…” He merely laughed, coming towards me once more. He grabbed my arm, dragging me from the cell I had been kept in. He took me up to the surface, into a different chamber, silent tears threatening to spill down my cheeks, the heavy wooden door closing behind us.
“Now, now Allyssia, that isn’t going to change anything. The weakness of the human side.”
“Please don’t make me do this Father, please.” The Demon laughed evilly, shaking his head at me.
“Who would you go to? No one would help some one like you.” He tied my hands behind my back, around a pole so that I could not move. I closed my eyes, stopping my tears from falling. I heard the menacing rasp of a blade being drawn from its sheath and looked up towards my father. He was inspecting a cruel-looking curved scimitar, which I recognised as the Blade of Destiny. My eyes widened as he advanced slowly.
“How I am going to enjoy this, my daughter, my return to power after so long. This is a moment I will savour for a long time. Who shall I go after first, I wonder, when I have recovered my full potential? How about Dorothy, or that boy you like, Jamie?”
“No! Please, don’t hurt them!” He held the blade to my throat, pressing the cold metal gently against the bare, fragile skin. I felt it pierce the flesh ever so slightly, drawing blood. I closed my eyes, praying that it would soon be over, and that I could join my mother once more.
“Shadow!” Cried a voice, a voice I knew so well. Jamie! I felt his magic envelope the ropes binding me, untying them. I rolled away from my father, running to stand by Jamie.
“Thank you so much for coming.” She whispered.
“I wouldn’t just let you die.” Jamie replied, smiling slightly. The Demon raised his arm, throwing the sword towards us. We ducked, and I heard the sword embed itself in the wall behind us. Jamie straightened up, his face clouded over. I put a hand on his shoulder, trying to make him calm down, but he brushed my hand away. He shot a bolt of his good magic at my father, followed by another and then another. The demon roared with pain as the magic hit him square in the chest. I fell to my knees, clutching my head in my hands, trying to bite back my own scream. My head felt as if some one was driving several knives through it. Jamie knelt beside me, putting one had on my shoulder.
“Shadow, he is dead, he can’t hurt you any more.” He said softly.
“Because he died, I must die.” I tried to say.
“I don’t understand!”
“Either we both live, or we both die…”
“No!” Jamie cried. I screamed aloud as the pain in my head peaked, and darkness edged my vision.
“I love you…” I said softly, before allowing myself to fall into the never-ending darkness.

Jamie’s eyes were unbelieving.
“No, you can’t have, no! You can’t die!” He cried. I watched him, a mere spirit, unable to be seen, as he tried to revive me. I felt my eyes fill with tears, and let them spill from my violet eyes.
“No!” He said once more. He looked up, right at me. I smiled.
“I love you.” I said again, looking him in the eye, unsure whether he could hear me. I walked over, giving him one last hug, silent tears still flowing from my eyes. “I won’t forget you.”
“And neither I you.” Jamie said, his own eyes filling. I bowed my head, fading from sight.
(807 words)

Poem (Please excuse it for being a bit depressing, double maths does that to you):

Days come, days go, how are we to
See where they come from or,
To where they go.

The time has come
To make our stand
Against all that we see wrong in
The world.

The death we face
Is inevitable.
A life is short, but death
Is eternal.
To some it may be a
Curse, to others,
It would be a blessing.

So we must make our
Stand now,
Or face eternity,
Watching the generations
Go by, without being able to
Stop what comes their way.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Apr 09 2008, 03:44

SONG

chorus- blue
vearse-white

Writings on the Wall

she is writing on the wall with her life
her heart broken into
no one ever sees the pain behind her eyes(having no control)
no one ever sees the tears she cries(scream it out)

having no control helps her out
taking in the pain makes her die
she will never let him take her life
no one will never know
that your love has drove her this way
having no control helps her out
feeling everything
makes her feel like having no control makes her die
under the willow where she lies
having no control helps her out
everyone knows her blood is thicker than her tears
these writings on the walls makes her shout
having no control helps her out

crawling underneath the skin
pulling the window shut
no one ever hears the sorrow behind her lies(having no control)
no one ever hears the pain that she cries(scream it out)

taking all the pain makes her die
feeling like she has no control
breaking away so no one will never know
that your love has drove her this way
having no control helps her out
feeling everything
makes her feel like having no control
makes her die
under the willow where she lies
having no control helps her out
everyone knows her blood ids thicker than her tears
these writings on the walls make her shout
having no control helps her out

as she feels her life slip away
she knows no one will help her out
taking all the blame
loving all the shame
having no control helps her out
feeling everything

taking all the pain makes her die
feeling like she has no control
breaking away so no one will never know
that your love has drove her this way
having no control helps her out
feeling everything
makes her feel like having no control
makes her die
under the willow where she lies
having no control helps her out
everyone knows her blood ids thicker than her tears
these writings on the walls make her shout
having no control helps her out

makes her feel like having no control helps her out
Having no control makes her die(feeling all the shame)
under the willow where she lies(taking all the blame)
having no control helps her out
everyone knows her blood is thicker than her tears(everyone should know)
these writings on the wall
these writings on the wall
will make her shout(falling out of grace, taking all the shame)

having no control
having no control
takes her life(loving all the shame, taking all the pain)
everyone should know, even if your old, her blood
is thicker than her tears
because of all the writings on the wall
takes away her life
(having no control
loving all the shame
falling out of grace
taking all the blame)
makes her shout with all the pain
having no control
having no control having
no control makes her die

*If the song offends anyone or its to dark. I'll take it off and find another one of my less depressing songs and replace it. This was a song I wrote when I was depressed and it's the only song I like that I had wrote, so far.

POEM
Rose
She trembles and cries
And says goodbye.
She waits for the sun to come up
And waits for her true love to return.
In the horizon, she sees a black horse
With a General on its back.
Fearing the worst, she sees the quilt in his eyes.

“He didn’t make it” he said.
“I know.” she replied with a tear in her eye.
The General rode off and she fell to the ground.

Night rolls in and she is no where to be found
Down by the lake with nothing but her journal
She opens the first page.
The letters he sent with his love and kisses
The smell of chocolate and spice rose from the page.
Picking the flowers planted for her joy,
She threw them in the lake to crush her pain.

She took a deep breath and went down.
Looking around, she sees him in the background.
“Please do not die on me my love, for I died to safe you. I love
And you must show me that to. Go up.” He said and faded away.
She floats to the surface, he blue dress soaked.
A smile on her lips as she walks on the shores
And picks the only rose.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Thu Apr 10 2008, 13:49

One Shot:

Eliza had never known her father. He had left her mother before she was born and Eliza resented him for it. Eliza had been walking home from school at eight years old when there was something shining behind a corner, in a dark alleyway. Curious, Eliza walked forwards so she could see what it was making such an enticing light. It reminded her of all the elements, it was flickery and warm, like fire, airy and natural, like air, white and bright and cold, like ice and water, and then a natural sort of light like the one you get when you look through the leaves of a tree at the light, all rolled into one.
However, when she saw what, or rather who was making the light, she took a step back in surprise. The man stepped forwards, a hand stretched out towards her. Eliza’s mother had told her that she wasn't to talk to strangers. And what a stranger this man was! He was tall, and had a pale skin colour. He had what appeared to be small balls of light whizing around his head. His pointed ears added to the illusion that he was stretched. His red detailed robes flowered behind him, and he spoke:
"Eliza..." He said the words with relish, as if savouring every word.
"W-who are y-you? A-and how d-do you kn-know my na-name?" She stammered.
"I am your father," he held up a slim finger to stop her from interupting, which she had had every sign of wanting to do. "My name is Oberon."
"Oberon?" Eliza said, stunned.” Oberon, King of the Faerys? My father?"
"Yes, that is my official title." He said. "And you are my daughter. I am not allowed to see you, your mother forbids it."
"Mum? Why?"
"When she found out who I am, she felt... ashamed."
"Oh." Eliza didn't know what to say. She had always loved her mother, but now she was seeing her in a different light. Silence between them for a moment, then -
"You have ice-magic."
"What?"
"Ice-magic. You can control the ice element. Wait right here." And Oberon marched off down the alley.
"Wait! I-" But he had walked out of earshot.
After a while he walked back down the alley towards here.
"To enhance your magic, here is one of my faerys, or a sprite." A little creature seemingly made of ice zoomed towards Eliza. "He is yours." The little creature transformed into an ermine and settled his little self onto her shoulder. "You must connect minds to talk."
Oberon walked slowly towards Eliza, and held her head in his hands. "You will always be my little girl."
He turned and walked away. Only when he disappeared did Eliza realise that the light must've been coming from her father or from the faerys which had been hovering around his head.
My father... She savoured the words. He was a pretty cool dad, being a King and all. She looked at her faery and smiled.
She opened her hand and an ice ballerina sat there. Her life had changed forever.

(517 words)

Hand drawn picture (of Eliza, the heroine of the one-shot story)

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Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Apr 11 2008, 14:03

peom: the last days

A rhythm in the bass
While the melody dances
Across the steady beats.
Strings of Electric
Vibrate under anxious fingers,
They know the well practiced measures
Without instruction from the mind.
Calluses on tips
Speak a story of determination,
The same fingers
Never faltering
In their cadenced chords.

Enter piano.
Taming the melody
Filling the holes
The melody knew not.
Singing a different tune
That creates
An unrecognizable purpose,
Yet one always knows
It is there.
It knows how to effortlessly compliment
Melody with a spur of the moment
Idea; holding the tune together
With hardly-noticeable chords
On one hand,
A knowing harmony that leaks into melody
On the other.

Underneath it all
Lies the drums—
The soul of the music.
Paint buckets provide a magic
That connects all rhythms
And instruments
With golden threads
Only one can see.
Not only the base for
All other music
But a song all in its own.
An undefined beat
Laying the groundwork for
Melody and Piano to dance upon.
Changing with the melody,
Steady hands create
An instinctive beat
That shapes the music
It accompanies.

But the song would not
Be complete
Without the final voice,
Listening to sounds below
Transferring into lyrics above.
Unknowingly the ultimate
Ending solution
To the raging battle within.
Condition of mind and
Knowledge of what waits beneath
Changes the tone from
Song to Summons.
Cured, but never completely gone,
The perfect balance
To call upon the rest.
Ready for the fight for humankind.
The personal parasite of
The legendary enemy.

Computer art::

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Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Apr 16 2008, 15:35

Well done to all of you. You have each recieved 100 points plus your badge which can be found in your personal page in the showcase

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Thu Apr 17 2008, 03:51

Song: Stay

Chorus:
I dream...I dream of you
I dream of ev-rything you do
As I sit...Coun-ting the days
I think of all the diff-erent ways

Verse 1:
I see you in the morning light but then you go
Too far to run too far to hide
The darkness takes your soul
For when Im with you
No one can pry us apart
For when youve walked away
I dont want to stay
Dont want to stay
If you dont stay

Chorus

Verse 2:
If Im dreaming of the night you went away
Please forgive me
For nothing compares to a summers day
When you are with me
Yet the time drags along
And you are still gone
Away
I dont want you to go
away
Please stay

Chorus

Verse 3:

Listen to your hearts desire
Follow me into the shade
Come what may we will be
Together once again
Listen to your hearts desire
And you will forsee
A life here with me
If you dont go away
Please stay with me
Please stay

Chorus

Verse 4:

In the never ending lonliness
that life brings without you
The darkness swirls
And light never comes to sight
Please come back now
Come back home to me
And stay just one more day
Please stay
Just stay just one more day

Poem

There once was a man named Finn
Isnt this how poems begin?
To name a man and tell a lie
And sit under the auben sky
A rhyme with no meaning
I'd be better off cleaning
Than sit and write a poem from within

There once was a man named Bo
Where this is going I do not know
Yet a rhyme in a poem is all for the best
Check with your finger, the winds in the west
I never pretended to know what Im doing
So I will just get back to my mowing
And the poem into the bin I will throw

There once was a man named Lee
A third verse, are you still with me?
Ive gone from no badges
But now Ive done pages
But is it enough to grab the mark
Or do I have to run around stark
Or am I finally on tee?

There once was a man named Ron
And now Im nearly done
I dont know these men
Yet I can name more than ten
And none are significant
Yet to help in this small rant
And now I will bow in the morning sun!

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Apr 25 2008, 15:54

Well done you have recieved your badge as well as 100 points

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue May 20 2008, 12:21

Hand drawn:

Computer art:

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Jun 17 2008, 14:18

Well done. Your badge has been added to your personal page with 100 points

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Jul 11 2008, 17:03

Painted:

Drawn:

I'm sorry for those weird edges, I took those pics while my 'pieces of art' were lying on the floor, and believe me, our carpet is really ugly. So I cut away as much of it as I could ^.^

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Jul 25 2008, 14:02

Well done. Your badge has been added to your personal page with 100 points

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Sun Jul 27 2008, 19:19

1. This is a draw I made and painted a while ago, the title 'A Dama e o Vagabundo' means 'The Lady and the Vagabound'

2. This is a graphic I made upon request to another forum.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Sun Jul 27 2008, 21:45

Poems (written just for this)

Frozen Yesterdays

Sweet leaps of imagination
bounding into the beginnings
of all our tomorrows
Fearing not what the dawn will herald
but dancing towards the start
of all our some days
Yet I stand frozen, left behind
clinging to the escape door
of all our yesterdays
Shadows enfold me, we become one
slithering back to the comfort
of all our memories

and it is here we part ways
for I will not follow
and doing nothing, going nowhere
becomes my choice

Almost Heard

Did you call my name?
I almost heard you
Maybe I imagined the longing
the plea of your words
It's not that I am deaf
to the demands you have made
But to answer would be to encourage
And you deserve better
Someone who knows when you cry
Who will pick you up and not stumble
I can't even hear my own tears
the wails that once awakened you in the night
Were for me just bad dreams
Easily ignored in the in waking hours
I am not indifferent to your suffering
But I have enough skeletons of my own
And I am running out of places to bury them
So keep your stories, your memories, your dreams,
Whisper them in to the dark
To the person that will take my place at your side
I see them lining up, even if you don't
There will be no guilt in leaving this time
In time you will see that it was all for the good
Perhaps you'll even smile at the thought
Of me probably not thinking of you
And years from now on some far away sidewalk
our shadows may pass side by side
You might call my name
And I might almost hear you.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Aug 06 2008, 21:08

This one i did for the artist alley.. its the hand drawn picture of the purple hippo Artist Badge 436937

And this one is a graphic i made for the family reuion on HE

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Thu Aug 07 2008, 16:06

This graphic I made is dedicated to my two Role play friends, you both mean the world to me!

SONG
Never knew you, but will never forget

Will there ever be a day
When the rain
The sweet, cold rain
Washes away the pain
Of all who loved you

And when it rains
I think the sky is weeping
And I weep too
Still,what is life?
If we can't weep sometimes
But now I weep for you

Chorus
But you marked your days and nights
So we could fly away
And all your random acts
Are bouncing back
Inside our minds
And when we see your face
We're filled with grace
But it doesn't replace you.

Do you ever think of us?
Where you are now in heaven
Are you reminded of us?
In ways up there
like we are reminded here of you

Chorus
But you marked your days and nights
So we could fly away
And all your random acts
Are bouncing back
Inside our minds
And when we see your face
We're filled with grace
But it doesn't replace you.

The cool wind blows through the trees
As a whisper in the leave's
And it makes me think
How I never got to know you...

How I never got to know you.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Fri Aug 08 2008, 12:16

5. Write a one shot of at least 500 words
Link to my one-shot: http://www.hogwarts-quill.com/viewstory.php?sid=204

6. Create a piece of computer art
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Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Aug 13 2008, 14:00

Rigby : You need to choose two different things on the list not just two poems or would you want m to count one as a song? If so please let me know so I can issue your badge and points.

Everyone else has recieved their badges and points.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Oct 28 2008, 01:39

# Drawn picture. Titled "Listless"

# Story. (500+ words)

A little girl sat with her head in her hands, swinging her legs back and forth as she stared out the window. There was nothing particularly interesting about her backyard. It was square-ish in shape, with a few trees and fewer yet plants with flowers in bloom, but still, everyday at precisely this time, she would sit on her bed with her head in her hands and swing her legs back and forth, staring out the window at her backyard.

To any outsider, this occupation seemed perfectly illogical and far too monotonous for a six year old girl. Sophie never grew tired of it, however. In fact, to her, it was the most exciting part of her day. It was when she saw him.

Sophie didn’t know who he was, exactly. For that matter, no one else knew who he was, either. When Sophie asked her mother, she had given her a perplexed look and said, “Who, dear?”

Sophie didn’t mind that no one knew who he was – or even saw him at all – because that meant that he was hers. If she was the only one that could see him, that meant that she was the only one who would know about him, and she wanted to know everything about him.

Even with this determined state of mind, it took Sophie quite a few weeks after first seeing him through her window to pluck up the courage to actually talk to him.

That day stood out vividly in her six-year-old mind for a long time afterwards. She watched him for a few moments out of her window. He was playing with the dead leaves on the ground, and the grass, as he usually did, and a soft breeze had just blown through his unkempt brown hair when she suddenly sprang up from her position on her bed and hurried down the stairs, out the door, and to his side in the midst of the autumn foliage and smell of decaying leaves, all in the work of seconds.

He didn’t turn around to greet her, as she thought he should, so she stomped around him and stared down at his bowed head with her tiny fists perched on her hips with a disapproving huff.

“I’m Sophie.” She told him imperiously, determined that they should be properly introduced and made friends immediately. “Who are you?”

The boy didn’t make a sound, or look up, he simply moved his hand to pick up one of the leaves that sat in front of where he sat, by his knee.

Sophie waited as patiently as she could; which is to say, as patiently as a child her age can wait. Finally, she gave another huff, and stamped her foot.

“Don’t pretend!” she cried out in a great fit of impatient indignation. “You know I’m standing right here!”

The boy paused, the tip of finger halting its occupation of tracing the fine edges of the leaf he held. Finally, finally, he looked up at her.

Sophie gasped.

The boy looked normal – from a distance. But up close, she could see the differences in him. His ears were slightly longer, pointed, even – like the elves in her picture books. His fingers were elegant, where they toyed absently with the leaf, as she could now see. His skin, while mostly the shade skin should be, had a faint shimmer or shine to it, a metallic sheen, almost, unlike anything she had ever seen before.

But the most obvious thing, that was noticeable to her more than anything else, was his eyes. They weren’t any colour she had ever seen before. Even though she was six, she was very well versed in colours, and the colour of his eyes was one she had never, ever come across before.

The boy noticed her scrutiny and his cheeks flooded with colour. He started to look away, and Sophie, not wanting to lose her friend so early in the game, launched into conversation.

“So I’m Sophie.” She repeated, just in case he hadn’t heard her the first time – which she was convinced he had. “What’s your name?”

The boy just stared at her, his mouth slightly open in something akin to surprise. He even lost his hold on the leaf.

“I’m called Legs.”

Sophie nodded. To her six-year-old mind, that made a lot of sense.

“Well hello, Legs. What are you doing here, in my backyard?”

Legs gave her this helpless, lost-puppy look. “I’m not sure.”

Sophie sympathised. She had been lost before, herself. When she was little – four years old, practically a baby – she had wandered away from her mother in the park and had somehow ended up in a stranger’s car. She had cried for hours and hours afterwards, even though the mistake had been noticed almost immediately.

Sitting down, Sophie carefully arranged her pretty skirts to her satisfaction before looking Legs in his odd-coloured eyes once more.

“Well, I’m sure I can help you find a reason why.” Sophie was of the opinion that there had to be an answer for everything.

The boy looked faintly grateful and even gave her a tentative smile.

Sophie settled in to have a long talk with her new friend. She was going to learn everything about him that she could, as she had originally intended to, and she was even going to be able to help him! She couldn’t have been happier than in that moment.

Of course, later, everything was different than it was then, to her six-year-old mind.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Nov 04 2008, 15:55

Computer Art

Artist Badge Shadow

One Shot, more then 500 words

Perfection

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Thu Jan 15 2009, 15:56

Well done you get 100 points plus your badges.

FaerieOfDoom and Herby you both reached the 10th badge so you get a 500 points bonus, plus bonus badge.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Mon Aug 24 2009, 09:49

In case you might not have guessed, art isn't my forte XD

Drawn picture:

Computer art:

Artist Badge Hollybanner3

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Aug 25 2009, 01:20

Original Drawing/Sketch-thingy-ma-bobber:
(Sorry that it sucks, I didn't know what else to do?)
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Original Painting:
(Abstract? I dunno.)
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Subject: Re: Artist Badge Mon Feb 15 2010, 02:53

I choose drawing and painting.

Drawing
Artist Badge Hp2rough

Painting

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Mon Mar 01 2010, 15:37

Computer Art

Artist Badge V4b3sz

HSM One-Shot

Quote :: The halls of East High were silent, like they always were at that time of the day, except for the soft, muffled sound of shuffling shoes walking across the empty corridors. There were hardly even ten cars in the staff's parking lot yet, but Kelsi had already been up for an hour and a half and was now entering the deserted school one hour before her first class, her arms filled with music sheets, a pencil safely tucked behind her ear.

Kelsi loved the quietness that surrounded her when she arrived early to practice each morning. For the past three years, actually, this had been her daily routine, after Ms. Darbus, sensing the talent and eagerness to improve in the young girl, had given her access to the theater so that she could practice on the old piano, example which had soon been followed by her music teacher. Each morning, she woke up at half past five, took a shower, ate breakfast and walked to school. The only difference she ever brought to this habit she'd developped was on the few rainy days that occured - those days, she got to school even earlier, catching a ride with her father who left for work at a quarter past six. She could say she honestly didn't care those early hours - the only thing that mattered was the soft music that filled the room as she sat herself on the piano bench and let her fingers fly across the ivory and black keys.

This habit was a result of a slow, and rather lacking, social life, along with the habit of merely sleeping six hours per night. She didn't need more, actually - sometimes even less - and it allowed her to go to bed late, usually after studying or writing music, without a worry as to whether she'd be in good shape the next day or not. Some of the friends she'd aquired in the past year often questioned her about these few things, clueless as to how someone would want to spend that much time in the school they were always eager to leave at the end of the day. But the most simple, and best reason as to why Kelsi loved mornings was that they brought her inspiration. No matter what had happened the past day, if she'd gone to sleep sad or upset or happy, it was always a new beginning with fresh new ideas filling her head, and her best compositions had been written in the quietness of the music room before classes. There she was left alone, seeing as they were always empty.

And that was probably why a light frown of confusion appeared on her face as she neared the room to hear a soft melody hanging in the air - and not just any melody, a song she knew. Because she'd written it. She quietly made her way over to the door, pushing it open lightly as a voice joined the notes that were being played, and she instantly knew who was there without even needing to see him. For one thing, she'd know that voice anywhere - and well, she figured it made sense that he'd be the only person to be in school this early. Of all the friends she'd made during the past summer and first term of her Senior year at East High, Ryan had to be the closest she had. She didn't really know how that figured, seeing as there had been time during the past year when she would have gladly kicked his butt, but then she would have been a bit of an hypocrit - her main reason for being upset with him were usually his lack of backbone toward his sister, and it couldn't be said she possessed so much of it either. But he'd grown out of it, mostly, and Sharpay herself had improved a lot. He was the person she tended to talk with the most, especially when all of their friends were all paired up, and though she'd never said it to his face, she often referred to him as her best friend - in her head.

A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned lightly on the door frame, listening to him in a slightly daydreamy way. It was a bit strange, but the lyrics seemed to have an even stronger meaning to her now, and the most shocking part was his rendition of it - she had to repress a shudder at the memory of the pop, flashy number Sharpay had turned her beloved song into, though at times the remembrance of his silly dancing to the sound of What I've Been Looking For made her giggle just a tad. But that wasn't the way he was singing it now - this was the way it was meant to be. The way she'd showed it to Troy and Gabriella, the way she'd heard it in her mind as she'd written it. With one exception - it was so much more beautiful.

She kept herself from making any noise, even softening her breathing, as she listened to him until the very last note hung in the air around her, before making her presence known. Waiting a few more seconds so that he wouldn't suspect she'd been there the whole time, she made her way over to the piano and cleared her throat a bit, wondering slightly why her cheeks felt so warm when he turned to see who the sound had come from and offered a wide grin as he saw her.

"Hey Kels, I figured I'd see you here this morning," he said cheerfully and all she could do in return was smile lightly as she clutched her music sheets to her chest. What was up with her? "New song?" he asked curiously, his eyes drifting to the papers in her arms.

"I started it last night," she said with a small nod, sitting herself next to him as he scooted over to make some room for her. "But my head is clearer in the morning, and I wanted to see if it sounded alright or if I could make some changes. But why are you here?" she asked a bit confusedly. "I don't usually see you around in the morning."

"I usually go to the theater," he told her with a small smile. "Practice my dance moves and stuff. But actually, I wanted to talk to you today," he added with a thoughtful look, causing her heartbeat to inexplicably speed up. "About the Spring Musical," he precised, and her heart went back to its regular pace as a light 'oh' escaped her lips, and she wondered idly why she felt disappointed.

"What about it?" she then asked, placing the music sheets on the piano to avoid from looking at him. When had she become so awkward around Ryan? It was just... Ryan.

"Well, we both know what you can do with composing," he told her with a soft grin, and she blushed as she thought she recognized admiration in his eyes. "And working with the Wildcats last summer made me realize how much I love putting up a show for people that..." he struggled to find the right words.

"Aren't Sharpay?" she supplied with a shy, but slightly teasing smile.

"Well, my choreographies often get the same treatment as your songs from her," he admitted with a light nod. "But either way, after working with you on 'Everyday' last summer... wouldn't it be great for our very last show? Your music and my choreography?" he asked, his voice gaining in excitement, and the mere sight of him caused her to pick up on it. It suddenly sounded like the best idea of the century.

"That would be great," she said with a nod, grinning lightly. "But..." she then added, a light frown covering her face. "How will we get everybody to do it?"

"Don't talk about it right away," he told her after a few seconds of thoughts. "We'll work on it first, or at least ideas of it, because they might want to add their own ideas to the show, which would of course be the right thing to do. But we can meet up sometimes, talk about it, and discuss it with Ms. Darbus."

"That sounds great," she agreed, mostly happy about the idea of working with Ryan but also excited about the thought of doing this whole show together with the Wildcats. It would be a nice farewell to East High.

"So you're in?" he asked with a grin, and she nodded swiftly, her heart fluttering slightly at the sight of the bright smile on his face. "Great," he told her before standing up. "I'm gonna go now, I feel like thinking up some dance moves, but I'll see you in homeroom," he said.

"And I'll work on some songs," she responded a bit shyly, causing him to smile once more before he bent down to kiss her cheek lightly. "You're the best Kels," he said, oblivious to the deep shade of red her face had turned into as he turned around to sprint out of the room. "See you later!" he called back, the door closing behind him. Her face still heated, Kelsi stared blankly at the sheet of music in front of her, wondering why it was that her fingers were running lightly along the cheek he'd pressed his lips to, letting out a soft sigh before a light smile curled her lips. Grabbing the pencil that was still stuck behind her ear, she moved the first sheet of the new song she'd worked on and scribbled something at the top, nodding with a satisfied smile to herself.

Later that day, Ryan opened his locker as a sheet of music fell down at his feet. He raised an eyebrow lightly as he picked it up, smiling as he read the words at the top of the sheet. Last Chance, duet, sung by Ryan and... blank. His eyes scanned the lyrics and notes that followed before he swiftly took a pen out of his school bag, adding Kelsi's name next to his. His best friend was really something.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Mar 09 2010, 16:39

Well done all you! Each of you gets 100 points plus your Badges displayed in your cases.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Jul 13 2010, 15:02

POEM:
In My Bedroom

Sitting in my bedroom late at night,
reading a book called "Twilight",
not listening to anything around me but the creaking of my bed,
with images in the book filling my head.

And suddenly i hear a loud Crash,
and I'm thinking "What was that?",
I realize it is only my imagination,
and something runs by, my cat.

Now I'm too tired to read anymore,
and I'm scared half to death,
I think that in the morning,
I can finally take a deep breath.

I'm gonna try to go to bed,
and hopefully have a good dream,
if I am still scaed during the night,
I will try not to scream.
Artist Badge HogwartExperience

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Mon Aug 09 2010, 12:48

1. Draw a picture in any style you wish
Artist Badge Marauders

3. Write a poem with at least four verses

Difficulties of Honesty

You know all about me,
You know who I am,
You know I won’t lie to you—
You know that I can’t.

I tried to tell you clearly,
I thought you’d understand,
But now I find I’m facing—
It’s different than I planned.

I’ll always be here for you,
Even when I fall apart;
I’m trying to see you eye to eye,
But you fell and now I’m stuck.

It’s hard to honest
When I see you with her;
I’m hiding my feelings,
I don’t need them anymore;
I tried it time and time again
To tell you what I meant,
But you won’t spare me from this pain,
Am I living in regret?

I thought it might be easy,
Difficulties line my mind.
I’m not trying to complicate things,
I just can’t do it right.

I make myself go crazy,
It won’t go any other way;
It hurts to keep the truth from you,
But I don’t want to bring you pain.

I’ll have to live in terror,
And be feeling this despair.
I’m not trying to push you away,
But you just don’t want me near.

I tried to be honest,
It was easy at first;
But as time goes on,
It just keeps getting worse.
I tried to push you from my mind,
But my thoughts won’t stay at bay.
Even though I have to live through this,
I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Aug 11 2010, 12:39

Draw a Picture:
It's not very good, but it was fun to make. xD

Artist Badge 002-1

Computer Picture:
I made this as a request for someone on another forum. (:

Artist Badge Midnight

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Mon Aug 23 2010, 14:54

Well done, You receive 100 points plus your badge.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Thu May 26 2011, 09:43

Drawing:
(This is my illustration of a chapter in the Epic of Gilgamesh. It's for my World Literature subject.)
Artist Badge DSC00752

Computer Art:
(I did that for a site so that I can use it as my avatar.^^)
Artist Badge 47332_1470442775548_1667984107_1095327_5496430_n

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Mon May 30 2011, 15:46

Well done, You receive 100 points plus your badge.

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Wed Dec 07 2011, 13:12

Computer art - https://i.servimg.com/u/f46/16/36/48/08/rhh10.jpg

Drawing (Hand-Drawn) - https://i.servimg.com/u/f46/16/36/48/08/rhh10.jpg

Subject: Re: Artist Badge Tue Feb 21 2012, 16:25

Unfortunately you haven't done the Member Badge first, until you do so, I can't grade this Badge.

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