The Great Feature by *CristaliaART on deviantART

First the news. And the news is that my elementals are finally done! ^^ You can find them in my gallery or just see below

And now to the features. Some days ago I announced that I am making a free feature for those who want it! ^^ Here it is!

Since there were so many respondents ( Wow!

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, for the ease of looking at every picture, I have separated them into the groups of around 21.

Which picture appears in which box was chosen at random. Take a look. There are manyyy great pictures here!

P.S. If you feel it is too much for you to look at once, come back in a few days, this feature will be here for at least a week

this journal to spread the word about the feature!!!

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TrappedI feel trapped like a bug in amber,
Trapped like a bird in a cage.
I never wanted to be here,
So turned around at my age.

I thought I'd be somewhere lovely
Where the sun shines and the rain pours.
Not here in the middle of nothing and nowhere,
Here I can't feel anymore.

I feel so lost in the woods,
So lost to myself.
I never wanted any of this.
Like a child, my world's on a high shelf.

I thought I would be there with it.
In it things would happen; would exist.
Not like this with no-one and no way.
My world like smoke in a fist.

Witness: Fire From the AschPOV of a 14 year old mill girl who works at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory where she spends more than 12 hours at a time sewing shirtwaists for a low wage.
It's late afternoon.
Work's almost done.
I am shutting off my sewing machine,
when I hear the cry.
Fire!

It's repeated several times.
I see the blaze,
it's on the other end of the floor.

Chaos erupts.
We all rush for the doors.
I reach them first.
They are locked.

I can feel the heat
from the flames.

I start sweating.
My hair sticks to the back of my neck.
I can't breathe.

Coughing, I fall to my knees.
I feel a draft of cold, clean air.

I crawl towards it.
That air is my beacon of hope.

My skin is getting burned.
I can feel the pain as the flames lick at it,
turning it black.

I'm only 14.
It's too early for me to die.
But, I know deep in my heart
I won't survive to see tomorrow.

I find the source of the draft.
It's an open window.
I see other girls jump to their death,

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Burning Black, Prologue + Part 1Prologue

Long ago, the demons were chained in the depths of hell after a mighty battle. This defeat led the earth to a golden age, of supreme peace between humans of all sorts. Angels walked the same ground as humankind, and inspired the lesser beings to bless and love one another, to follow the godly ways. But it was not to last.

The demons proved stronger than expected, and slowly, over the millennium, the ferocious heat of their deadly passion melted the glimmering bonds the angels had placed upon them. The evils crept back onto the face of the planet, slowly corrupting the human's fragile souls until all were black. Too late, the angel

1.LazinessThe short brunette women sighed as she rolled away from her most recent project. She had gathered as many bits of electronics -- old cell phones, remote controls, even bits of computers and TVs -- as she could. She couldn't get what she needed to do this project, but she was improvising at the moment.
So far she had made a partly complete TARDIS control console. She was pretty proud of herself for being able to create such a complicated thing. She had fallen in love with the old blue box after she got a peek inside of it -- all the mechanics, the lights, the moving parts -- and instead of listening to the Doctor like she should have, she tun

Wallet - SWSReturned.

Sixty cents, two guitar picks.

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The Best Love Song~

Not gonna raichu a love song
'Cause you'll nidoran for it
Not gonna tell you I love you
Even though you love mewtwo
I'd go back to you again
But I'm afraid to take a chansey

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You can go around tossing insults
Tossing blast burns like a charizard
But don't you test my poliwrath
'Cause at times I can be quite tentacruel
Yeah, I -

You can go around tossing flame wheels
It's a big deal, like a blaziken
I won't give a damn and
I sure won't complain and
(Well, maybe I won't!)

But you rapidash'd away
I might be a slowpoke, hey
But I knew more than that to know
You're gonna stay

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Not gonna raichu a love song
'Cause you'll

Re:Trout heart Replicai. Strain Theory
Strain theory states that people are conditioned to want success, though not all are given the means to achieve it. When success cannot be reached, strain is created, which gives birth to deviance.
"It's just a matter of trying hard enough." Griseldis had told herself often, rejecting the idea. She had tried hard enough to get various diplomas, find ways to pay for them, and start her life. It was a strain, but there was no deviance - just a nice one bedroom apartment and more luxury than she had imagined herself having. She had enough money to throw around and buy good food and provide for someone else.
She had enough money to buy fancy lingerie, as silly a luxury it was.
Looking in the mirror, it was right. It was flattering. But it felt wrong. Maybe because it wasn't gray, like she was used too. Maybe because she had all these aspirations of that special Honeymoon, but she and the man were not a ver

More Than a Nightmare For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always ended the same way. The dreams always turn nightmarish when some demonic-looking creature comes out and tries to kill me. Its appearance is always the same: a dark red, bleeding face that resembles a human skull resting on the body of a four-legged, black-haired beast. Its ear-shattering wail always alerted me of its presence. My dream is often normal up until it appears. Nothing bad happens, until a chill is sent down my spine, causing my body to become covered in goosebumps, which is when the monster appears and attacks me. I wake up in a cold sweat right before