Hey guys, been a while since I updated. Anyway schools going great, I haven't gotten anything lower then a C this year, of course its the first semester. Anyway. We have an AWESOME SAUCE assigntment. We choose 5 different pictures and make up stories about each of them. They all have to be about a related topic though. Like love, war, courage, etc. I choose grief, because I move people best with raw sad emotions . Anyway so far I have a little boy who's lost his mother (and baby sibling), and a mother who's lost her child. I'm bout to do a young girl losing her friend from a dare (haven't decided the dare yet though something that she doesn't know could kill her friend.) I was thinking- go get something that fell in a frozen lake, and have her breakthrough and drown. but Idk. Anyway- Ideas for this would be greatly appreicated, and pictures more so! I don't care if you make them or find them, whatever. Photography is best, but if its really detailed and pretty (and sad of course) I'll take drawings too. I'm not going to be making money from this obviousy, it's just to get an A on my project, and please if you do find a pic on DA that's not yours, ask them first. This is due friday so obviously by thursday would help.
Heres a preview of my mother child story, my other story is saved to school so can't show you yet.
Here it is:

Above ground a woman silently sobbed. Her tears flowed easily from her eyes as she watched through her hands. Her once cream skin was now a chalky pale color. Her chocolate brown eyes showed a raw emotion of agony, and emptiness. Like the thing that matter most to her had been ripped right out of her reach, because it had. The wind blew right onto her face harshly; scattering her tears, and letting her black hair blow in a frenzy behind her but she didn't care. She focused through blurry eyes below her. Below the ground, a small casket was being put down. It's fine mahogany wood sullied by the cold hard dirt in which it was being buried.
The woman wanted nothing more desperately then to rip her shoulders away from her husband's firm hands and stop the men from burying the baby,her baby. Above her, the sky formed giant clouds that looked just as angered and heartbroken as she was, if that was possible. The clouds mixed with different shades of black and grey, and covered the sky. Maybe the heavens, too weeped over the loss of such a pure child. The women looked up to it as if praying to god that this was a horrible nightmare. Praying at the very least, that she was asleep herself under ground, and her little girl was the one watching her being buried. But when she looked to the now forming pile of dirt, she knew it wasn't so. The woman cried even harder wanting nothing more then to undig the pile, rip open that wretched coffin, and grab her now lifeless little girl and hold her in her arms one more time. Instead, she sunk to the ground on her knees and grasped the cold hard soil in her hands making nail marks in the ground as she sobbed harder. Her baby was gone.

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