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You are the king of fantasy drawing
When we were young, we were looking to be super heroes, to embrace the sky, to dig the earth when our loved ones fell in love, and we resisted and resisted those feelings that we had grown up with, because any experience we tried to do could make our lives dangerous and bring misery to us. , And today we will talk about the stories of science fiction, those stories that are insulting in our hearts and dreams throughout our lives, and abandoned ourselves with their faces and features, and we do what they do, if the adults were often prevent us, and still remember the characters we have lived with them until today, Such as Captain Majid, Sandy Bell, and Earth Hawks , And Hazeem Thunder, and today's talk will be about the science fiction stories embodied by children's programs, the first: Haze Thunder: the story of a fictional hero, one of the heroes of space, to eliminate the forces of evil, which intends to invade the globe, and destroy the human beings, and start From this point, the start of a real start, embodied more than a personality, our owner is the thunder hero, the hero of the great, who intends to serve his land, and defend his country, and protect his family, and external forces, came for the control of the planet, Planets, and destroyed their people, and trampled on them, and took them slaves, and then spin the story in the outer space With the help of many astronauts, machines and equipment, these heroes were able to mobilize them to invade enemies and conquer them at the bottom of their house. But the thunder bomber captures one of the enemy's daughters, falls in love with her, and imagines it to gather information. He knows that they are not right, and then the thunder bomber takes control of the enemy's equipment, subjugates it, controls it, then captures the remaining enemies, and begins a new, faraway life. About problems, evil, and assaults. The story of Haze Ram, though it is not a real story, takes place around a site that can never become a reality, but some people consider such stories to have religious significance, the purpose of which is to distort the image of Jesus and his companions when descending from Heaven by order of God. This series pictures the author of the story Haze Thunder as the right owner who is trying to get rid of the enemy who will invade the earth.

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Hi @hifa

Thanks for your thoughts and the story

Hi @xpilar.


Goa

Al pie del túmulo, con sus incontables arboles Guragui que se elevaban cual brazos al espacio, como tratando de alcanzar aquel mundo que miles de periodos atrás habían perdido, ellos observaban y recordaban a todos los otros que una vez, hace mucho, habían llegado a este nuevo mundo, que les había dado cobijo.

Madre, su planeta de origen, ya habría perecido, su órbita se había desestabilizado producto de la aproximación de una estrella errante, que puso su mundo en un espiran de aproximación a su estrella. Probablemente hoy las nubes de Madre habrán sido barridas por el viento estelar y su superficie, otrora rica en agua y bosques, debía estar arrasada por el intenso calor y las erupciones de plasma.

Su camino desde Madre había sido largo y lleno de penurias, luchas intestinas en su sociedad llevaron a la muerte de muchos durante el trayecto, linajes enemistados, iniciaron una guerra por los espacios en las arcas, los alimentos escasearon y varias de las naves debieron ser abandonadas por el agotamiento de sus reactores.

Pero en buen momento lograron llegar a este nuevo planeta, su atmosfera era casi adecuada para ellos, y sus mares con abundancia de minerales disueltos, eran adecuados para sus especies acuáticas. Les pareció contradictorio que un planeta con tales condiciones, estuviera deshabitado, la Conciencia lo había puesto en su camino, justo cuando su existencia estaba a punto de acabar.

Él y sus otros él, eran la quincuagésima sexta generación de su linaje, sus madres originarias habían llegado a bordo de una de las nueve arcas que lograron completar el viaje desde Madre. Goa, “El regalo de la Conciencia”, era su nuevo mundo y esperaban que así fuera por muchas generaciones, como Madre lo había sido antes.

Aun conservaba las memorias de sus vidas en su antiguo mundo, recordaban a sus antecesores calentar sus cuerpos ante la luz de su estrella, extendiendo sus apéndices para aprovechar todo lo posible la radiación infrarroja, los aromas de las montañas, de arboles Guragui y de la niebla salobre que entre ellos se colaba desde los lagos, los largos periodos de hibernación entre sus otros él en las profundidades de la colmena.

La vida en Madre era tranquila y pacífica, ellos eran pocos, su raza estaba formado por veintisiete linajes y cada uno vivía tranquilamente en su respectiva región, sin embargo, cuando se vieron obligados a compartir arcas en su largo viaje, resurgieron enemistades que siempre se habían creído olvidados. Su tranquila raza, degeneró en una especie belicosa y conflictiva. En una constante lucha por el espacio y la comida.

Al llegar a Goa y encontrarse con un mundo tan amable, estas enemistades quedaron atrás y nuevamente, los sobrevivientes del viaje, ahora reducidos a diecinueve linajes, habían encontrado la paz.

Ahora esta paz, se veía amenazada por la llegada de los humanos, quienes se decían los pobladores originales de Goa. El que las matriarcas hayan decidido dejarlos hacer su voluntad y andar de un lado a otro, escarbando en antiguas edificaciones, no había sido del agrado de algunos linajes y nuevamente las antiguas enemistades surgían entre ellos.

Él y sus otros él, decidieron emprender camino a la colmena, pronto se haría de día y el periodo de maternidad se aproximaba, así que la actividad llegaría a su máximo, debían regresar a resguardar los pasillos del área de la guardería, donde con frecuencia, los infantes se metían en problemas mientras estaban a la espera de sus madres. Al despedirse del túmulo y sus hermosos árboles, deseaban que su especie haya aprendido de aquellos turbulentos periodos en las arcas, cuando estuvieron a punto de exterminarse unos a otros.


Goa

At the foot of the burial mound, with its countless Guragui trees that rose like arms to space, as if trying to reach that world that thousands of periods ago had lost, they observed and remembered all the others that once, long ago, had reached this new world, which had given them shelter.

Mother, her home planet, would have already perished, her orbit had been destabilized as a result of the approach of a wandering star, which put her world in a spiral of approaching her star. Probably today Mother clouds will have been swept by the stellar wind and its surface, once rich in water and forests, must have been devastated by the intense heat and plasma eruptions.

His journey from Mother had been long and full of hardships, internal struggles in his society led to the death of many during the journey, enmity lineages, began a war for the spaces in the ark, food was scarce and several of the ships had to be abandoned by the exhaustion of their reactors.

But in good time they managed to reach this new planet, their atmosphere was almost right for them, and their seas with an abundance of dissolved minerals, were suitable for their aquatic species. It seemed contradictory to them that a planet with such conditions was uninhabited, Consciousness had put it in its path, just when its existence was about to end.

He and his others he, was the fifty-sixth generation of his lineage, their original mothers had come aboard one of the nine ark that managed to complete the journey from Mother. Goa, "The Gift of Consciousness," was their new world and they hoped that it would be so for many generations, as Mother had been before.

They still retained the memories of their lives in their ancient world, reminded their ancestors to warm their bodies to the light of their star, extending their appendages to make the most of the infrared radiation, the scents of the mountains, Guragui trees and the brackish mist that ran through them from the lakes, the long periods of hibernation among his others he in the depths of the hive.

Life in Mother was calm and peaceful, they were few, their race was formed by twenty-seven lineages and each lived quietly in their respective region, however, when they were forced to share the ark in their long journey, resentments that were always They had believed forgotten. His calm race degenerated into a bellicose and conflictive species. In a constant struggle for space and food.

Arriving in Goa and meeting such a kind world, these enmities were left behind and again, the survivors of the trip, now reduced to nineteen lineages, had found peace.

Now this peace, was threatened by the arrival of humans, who said the original settlers of Goa. The fact that the matriarchs decided to let them do their will and walk from one place to another, digging in old buildings, had not been to the liking of some lineages and again the old enmities arose among them.

He and his others he, decided to make their way to the hive, soon it would be day and the period of motherhood was approaching, so the activity would reach its maximum, they had to return to guard the corridors of the nursery area, where frequently , the infants got into trouble while they were waiting for their mothers. As they bid farewell to the tumulus and its beautiful trees, they wished that their species had learned from those turbulent periods in the ark, when they were about to exterminate each other.


Thanks for your support @xpilar, I hope this story has been to your liking

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That's it , they are alien lives.
For survival,
Unavoidable war.
I hope they are in this place of settlement.
Can be peaceful.

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Hi @amart29

Thanks for your thoughts and your great story

You are the lord of imagination drawing ....

When we were youthful, we were seeming to be superheroes, to grasp the sky, to burrow the earth when our friends and family began to look all starry eyed at, and we opposed and opposed those emotions that we had adult with, in light of the fact that any experience we attempted to do could make our lives risky and convey hopelessness to us. , And today we will discuss the narratives of sci-fi, those accounts that are offending in our souls and dreams for the duration of our lives, and deserted ourselves with their appearances and highlights, and we do what they do, if the grown-ups were frequently avoid us, and still recall the characters we have lived with them until today, For example, Chief Majid, Sandy Chime, and Earth Birds of prey , And Hazeem Thunder, and the present discussion will be about the sci-fi stories encapsulated by youngsters' projects, the primary: Cloudiness Thunder: the tale of an anecdotal saint, one of the legends of room, to dispose of the powers of wickedness, which means to attack the globe, and pulverize the individuals, and begin Starting here, the beginning of a genuine begin, epitomized in excess of an identity, our proprietor is the thunder saint, the legend of the incredible, who expects to serve his territory, and guard his nation, and ensure his family, and outside powers, desired the control of the planet, Planets, and devastated their kin, and stomped on them, and took them slaves, and after that turn the story in the space With the assistance of numerous space travelers, machines and hardware, these legends could prepare them to attack foes and overcome them at the base of their home. In any case, the thunder plane catches one of the adversary's little girls, becomes hopelessly enamored with her, and envisions it to assemble data. He realizes that they are wrong, and afterward the thunder plane assumes responsibility for the adversary's gear, enslaves it, controls it, at that point catches the rest of the adversaries, and starts another, faraway life. About issues, fiendishness, and ambushes. The tale of Fog Slam, however it's anything but a genuine story, happens around a site that can never turn into a reality, yet a few people think about such stories to have religious importance, the reason for which is to mutilate the picture of Jesus and his mates while dropping from Paradise by request of God. This arrangement pictures the creator of the story Fog Roar as the correct proprietor who is endeavoring to dispose of the adversary who will attack the earth.

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Young people always embrace their dreams!
Think that others are not good, Not as myself .
He thinks those power is not doing well.
He think that his parents are in the way.
That's because he hasn't touched the real side yet.
When she stepped into society,
need to earn money and grain,
just know the real side yet,
Dream is gold and Reality is bone.
And those beautiful events are often packaged by people.
What he see is the illusion of the surface,
the real situation, he don’t really understand,
He have been cheated by them all the time.

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Hi @malibeauty

Thanks for your thoughts and your great story

Wide imagination without limits.


I don't know how I express my admiration for your digital works.
There is always an imagination that is endless and dry. Always find brilliant ideas to be used as a digital art work.
As readers and connoisseurs, I can only convey thoughts according to my understanding, which may be different or far from what you mean.
In this post I see a region in another dimension full of natural resources that is very useful for humans. only certain people can reach there and take the symphony. without hard struggle he will fall slipped and be sucked in by the power of powerful digital myths.
I see a sky full of stars and bright makes us more able to walk and give us the aim. we don't need to worry because there is a giant bridge that we can make as a way to reach our destination. So if I see that there is a sea far ahead, we can hope for a new life.
this is like in our lives in steemit which is full of challenges and we all need to live it with excited looks. don't let us give up. because in steemit all data will be recorded on the basis of the blockchain. We must continue to strive for hope through original and quality works, far from plagiarism and other cheating. So we are sure some day stayed in time to reach good hopes. When we are on the right track then let's run well, follow the steps of the senior accounts and we can achieve victory together.

I close my comment with this words. i hope you accept it
far out there I see
across the space bridge near the digital sea
lined up with digital buildings full of wealth
invite me to come reach by holding on to the seat belt

go away and return with a bunch of high-value minerals
tucked between rocks and coral
snag and get to take it home
to build your address dome

don't give up and despair
let everything be like your desire
don't be afraid to face obstacles
don't stop and continue to struggle

There are ways that can be instructions and guidelines
until you will get happiness
to reach the point of success
because obstacles are just a test

Thank you @xpilar to share this beautiful post.
Warm regard from Indonesia

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Hi @rokhani

thanks for your thoughts, description and a beautiful poem

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Hi @xpilar, your artwork unstoppable. My astonishment for your job make inspiration for me to keep stand in steemit. Thank you for supporting us as new comer in this platform. i need your guidance and support. Thanks a lot for everything you bring and give to us.
Warm regard from Indonesia

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Nice to hear, thanks

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See everyone's creation
Really inspiring
Some articles
Maybe look at it many times.
Will have inspiration
Because of some articles
Maybe I don't know English.
need watched many times to get inspiration
What situation is it ?
Why do I want to watch it many times? would have inspiration, the same article why need to see many times!!
Maybe it’s a flash in the pan!

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Above the mountain is my home,
Next to it is the bridge of wealth.
Under the mountain is a column of various minerals,
mining and building my house every day ,
It’s like a hard bee,
I have watched the article many times.
Today I Suddenly thought bee ----

Although fictional and imaginative, it has a beautiful and distinctive meaning @xpilar
Imagination is a private world that is made in the subconscious mind comes as a wish we have not yet happen Vntsour events before it happens or in the event we make a scenario of his own fantasy because it has no basis of existence and tangible reality in our virtual world is the simplest definition of the imagination and The most famous examples of fiction are American science fiction films. These films are based on visions of the future and the developments in science and technology, in the environment in which people live and other things, but this is not the main subject.Imagination, but it was an example of the expression of imagination and what it means and is often associated with the imagination of the future because we put a vision of things that may occur and may not occur, if we thought it will certainly occur in this case does not call imagination but the perception and development and planning either in the case of a virtual perception may occur and may not happen Or will never happen here we use the formula of imagination because it is not concrete now or later no one knows.
Sometimes the imagination may make you smile from the bottom of your heart.
Forgetfulness is the training of imagination to respect the reality.
Addicted to the abuse of imagination when we do not satisfy reality.
Even if it was just fantasies enough that it pleased me every day.
We have another life in fiction.
There is nothing wrong with the imagination as long as it makes us happy.
When we do not satisfy reality, we regret the use of imagination.
In the imagination of every female man loves him, wish him, waiting for him, may meet him and may meet others keep that man who has mastered live in her imagination forever.
We love fantasy because it comes as we like.
Fantasy is a wonderful feeling, but we can not live it.
Sayings about imagination

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People are great because of their dreams.
The vast majority of people,
They can't fill thier stomach with thier dreams.
So dreams are still dreams.
But a few people,
Chasing the dream,
And realized the dream,
I hope everyone is those minority people.

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Hi @cloudblade

You are one of the few who comment on others' posts here on my blog

I appreciate that and hope that more people can do what you do.

there are many who write good stories from my picture and those who read the story or description should be able to add a comment to them

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I am more emotional.
easier to feel.
Same photo,
Everyone's feelings,
Really different.
Most responses,
I had read it.
Some don't understand - after translation - I don't understand.
Some posts are not have that feeling,
Didn’t feel her mood,
so is not comment them.
but after I read it , have feelings about post,
I will inevitably be a reply.

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Hi @austindward

Thank you for your thoughts and a nice description of your imagination

I dream of being a source of giving
I always carry in my heart the bouquets of happiness
To give everyone a bouquet to become the whole world
In delight and pleasure
If it was my hand to make all the world happy
I deleted from his dictionary the word war and turned it
To a word of love
Dreams remain only in the imagination

When I smile I find everything beautiful and when I cry
My little universal resentment tells me that I am optimistic about your life
And love your dreams that you have on the wing of the bird
To make your life happier

"How nice to have people who love you and fear you"
When you read this sentence you probably do not understand its meaning but when you try it you will see
The life of a larger and beautiful window remains fantasy dreams smile.gi

There are some dreams in our lives when you visit us
But when they are achieved some of them lose their taste and beauty
Even dreams refuse to be true.

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Love makes us happier,
But excessive love can cause harm,
So can't be too obsessed.
Understand How to concession,
Better to be able to live.

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Hi @juliaz

Thanks for your thoughts and a deep story

You are great with imagination art drawing @xpilar
If the world is as in fiction, you will not find anyone who will cry and will not find anyone who will regret it
Because in our imagination we enjoy all possible options, impossible and even impossible choices. And even more than fantasy films.
The most beautiful thing in the world is fantasy, and perhaps it is more beautiful than the world itself.
When our imagination turns to us to achieve everything that is real and achievable, because you can imagine the end of your way realistically or you imagine what will happen to you if you violate the system,
And imagine all the consequences of your work and its end and even your death and his way ((imagination of truth))
Either the real beauty of the imagination when we run away from our bitter reality and our difficult circumstances, to express us the oceans of our worries and our waves, passing through everything that is possible and all that is possible and all that is reasonable and unreasonable.
Breaking all the boundaries imposed on us in reality whether these limits are moral or unethical or whether these borders are conscious or unconscious or whether these boundaries are religious or non-religious.
Our imagination is inspired by this journey on the shore of a dark radioactive island (it is the island of our dreams)
We do not care about our journey to the laws or the rules of safety and the situation of the atmosphere and waves and the tide and not even all the impossible All we care about how to raise ourselves about reaching our goal,
When we love and fall in love, our first self to escape is our imagination and we may be our lover in our imagination before we love and may be our imagination is the one who helped us to love, we imagine his smile,
We go to him in our imagination to his home when his family in his room imagine him talking to you loves you or even imagine you, loves him accompany him out of his room to the salon of his home or sit with his family Tazlh Tamarg looks, ashamed of you, but smiles to you.
That imagination is one of the fabric of our life and color and how much of it was imaginary became realistic. We have to feed our imagination but what
The main food of the imagination and the whole world is our ability to innovate. When we want to imagine, we invent the idea and we weave the rest of our journey, which always ends as we want. We must nourish our imagination with beautiful images, romantic romantic poems, and classical, quiet songs for me and Anti to live in our imagination. Some may ask what I mean by myself and Ante or think I am wrong But I will say frankly complete I and She once in my imagination I write this subject God is the most beautiful imagination I imagined her read my humble article and feel me and know my intention but it is fantasy fiction only How many ideas were born in the hospitals of our imagination and died and buried in the graves of our reality Imagination is a blessing as forgetfulness is a blessing

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Hi @robertokossy

thanks for your thoughts and description

on the off chance that I could tear up whatever is left of its ragged strings to see that outside world through that window Shattered, yet who contend?! How might I see the daylight from those gigantic production lines that filled the zone, and how might I inhale after it has turned into the separated lungs of those dark exhaust that I never again know are vapor? Or then again pull thunder. I never seemed as though I was watching out of the window to see each one of those tremendous plantations and play from morning to night without weakness. At some point, time will take from me all my youth joy and transform it into stones and iron heaps delivering every one of these poisons, They state it's manufacturing plants! The plants that make just the smoke and the waste that I figure one day it will end up being a mammoth eating the old ones who have no life in them any individual addresses them ... Truly, without disgrace, I mean myself! Furthermore, how the young to pass and the ages are as old as I have been and washed away with my better half, whom I didn't know before the importance of being the most lovely lady on the planet, on the grounds that there was no ladies in his reality other than me, ah if time or approach to go to another life in which he gave even one minute I recollect all The times of that year that we lived respectively before he kicked the bucket before that condemned truck, yes despite everything I recall it ... A corroded blue driven by a tanked young fellow fleeing from a man who nearly slaughtered him with a rifle for taking his corroded truck. Make my seventy-six days past damnation unendurable. What's that sound ?! Do you know? I overlooked that voice as though it were an output of my creative energy, a minute if it's not too much trouble guest, I instructed him to organize the spot that had passed seven decades and I didn't open the way to a guest, with the exception of the kid who has the bicycle now and I see the characteristics of his grandson in it. Life is ravenous. I said with incredible eagerness: "You lean toward, my child." He opened the entryway with his boisterous, dusty passageway, and I didn't realize that that minute would be the last snapshot of my life.

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Hi @mn-najmul

Thanks for your thoughts and your great story

nice artwork @xpilar
he entered my life by accident I entered a summit of despair I was then plunged in a sea of ​​sorrows, I thought that the Savior convinced myself that God has given me compensation for what I have to this world to transform my life from black to rainbow colorsTried once and found the rejection and tried again and again until he came to accept me note that from the outset I explained to him the details of my life accurately and I passed him and found him acceptance of what I am and he does not care about the outlook of society.

I began waiting for him to feel my feelings again. I waited for him every day to send me "Good Morning." If my heartbeat accelerated, things developed and the relationship grew stronger, so I could no longer tolerate his separation and I was not satisfied with the few hours I spent with him. And to see its features and food by asking for a telephone number without hesitation provided him with the number. What was beautiful of those moments when I heard his voice did not seek the world of joy and continued the relationship until it is time to fulfill the promises made, but he told me that his family refused my presence among them did not save me and did not affect me to my great confidence in him and he is able to overcome this and I am with him.

Then I told him that I was ready to continue without any hope of marriage because I love him and I just want to be next to him and then asked to see him like any two people who meet but he refused and hard, his reasons were meaningless in front of Shawki to see him so I wrote and prepared the request many times and every time he refused for some reason and evaded I did not care about the subject, I was not eager to see him or anything with him, but I still want his presence in my life. His way of love changed. His mood, his strange requests, and his deadly desires grew. I asked for his phone number The other refused, asked for other pictures refused, asked to see him refused, took him the number of the company in which he works and contacted them and asked them answered me that there is no employee by this name told him this talk denied and justified, his honesty and silence but the suspicion is increasingly decided to end the question by the intelligence and if this person It does not exist permanently.

Then I was shocked why? Why am I? Why wrote about suffering and misery? I did not care, but he did not care. He answered plainly. Yes, I told you about him, not me, and I do not want to marry. I answered him simply. I will not forgive you. Fantasy and extinction

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Hi @jessicaalex

Thanks for your thoughts and a deep description / story

beautiful picture that resembles the surface of space
The seven-year-old Janet knew that the day would come when the sun would rise on her, and her body would not be like all the girls. Her ears grew at morning and returned to normal in the evening. Her hair had a light shaft running into dark areas, Janet did not spread her secret to her mother, Nor to her friends at school who would often be so cynical that she preferred to keep her secret, but she could not adjust to it after a while. The story of Janet began when she and her parents went to the river of fear that runs through her remote village from the west. The grandmothers in that village were telling the ghastly tales about the river that if the sun was missing on one side of the river, When Janet came to rushing that evening, Janet insisted on testing the stories of the old men. She stayed by the river for hours after sunset, and only laughed at it until the river became a blue object not as frightening as a Janet girl to run away. The eyes of the blue object are overflowing with a lot of compassion and compassion , And Janet was staring at what was happening. When the object approached Janet from each side and then lifted it with his two hundred hands for twenty meters from the ground, Janet's heartbeat began to accelerate with fear, but this feeling did not last long. Janet returned to the laugh that she laughed when she sat near the river, the object was tickling from each side to laugh, creating a fountain of water and sitting on top of it, the child felt that she would like to stay with the river that no one has ever seen or played with him, Before returning to his normal state of need to leave home, and return the next day after sunset, but left without returning the next day. On the way back to the house, Janet felt that her heart was full of joy, while the movements of the blue object began to be filled with humor and humor. Before she completed her dementia and her madness with her self, her mother's voice came from the house and was delayed, thinking that her curious child She took another route to go to her friend before she returned to the river. Since then, Janet has awakened from her sleep to the sound of her ears as she grows larger, as she deliberately goes to the basement to enjoy the light of her hair, swinging her hips and arms, and then into hysterical laughter for several minutes. One day Janet decided to return to the river after the sun , After much effort to persuade her mother to go to a friend's birthday party near the river. Janet Sanda sat on a tree next to the river waiting for the sun to pull away from the distant hills. When the water receded, the water receded into the river, and then began to gather again. Then the object went out to Janet again. As soon as the object returned to its normal state, Janet hurried to hide behind a tree. The old man appeared in features that were not visible because of the darkness. But the reflection of the moonlight and the stars on the surface of the river showed the features of the old woman with a lot of sorrow. Start sitting on h FH river, then began to cry calling on the spirits of their loss by drowning in the river as it appeared to them. Janet felt very sad, and feared that the story of the man is real, as he feared to be pulled by the river beside the spirits he took in the past, shortly after he got what was expected, the river came out and swallowed the man, Janet wanted to silence her breath after seconds, could not bear The scene of the scene, as the river object approached it, after the man withdrew to him, and did not differ before the arrival of the old man, he tried to pet again, which Janit did not accept, provided home crying, and returned to the river since then, Much sadness, wonder and fear: Why am I specifically? Janet rushed to her after seeing her ears grow up, and Janet informed her mother of the reason she had been locked for days.

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Your plot and description,
Let me think of the mermaid princess.
true love Will not change because of the appearance of the other party,
Not because the other person gets older, becomes ugly, becomes disabled, to change , love she still is love she!

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Hi @ hugonelson

Thank you for your thoughts and a nice description of your imagination

I like this story and want share it with u
story Fish tells that a big fish and her daughter , They were playing in a quiet blue sea. They saw three ships sailing in the distance. The big fish said: They are the sons of humans The little fish shouted with emotion: I wish I knew where they were going on a dangerous trip to explore how I wish to make such a trip !. I want to get to know other bays and seas, maybe someday, not now, my dear. I'm still small on the risk of exploration, I'm not as small as you think, Mom. I mean, when you grow up more, my daughter, the whole world will be at your disposal when you discover what you want. She said muttering: How is this, and I have not yet found anyone help me at least to get my chance of playing and hearing the cancer snatched from the talk of the small fish asked her: What is the thing that I hear you grumbling about because you do not take enough fun? In your opinion, a mistake of this I do not know. I want to make an exploratory trip, and my mother says that I am still young and I have to wait until the largest seagull is involved in the conversation, and he said: Your mother is right to see you also stand in front of my desire, and do not help me for fear of you, you may trample your way and waste, and we do not want you The small fish replied, "I will not lose my way, and I will not waste. Why can not you see that I am big enough to take the adventure that I want and not feel?" I slipped out of the bay toward the unknown. I glimpsed one of those cruising ships, By swam as fast as you could to reach them, but their ability to do so was much less What do you think wait for me ship! I screamed with all her might. No one heard the call from the sailors. At moments when the ship was missing, the small fish felt tired and disappointed, so she decided to return to her home, but she was lost and did not know how to reach the Gulf that embraced her family and friends. While she was swimming in a confused panic, I came across something wrong. I asked him: Do you know where the road to my house shook the octopus's body, spread its legs in all directions, and ignored the question and rushed to some sleeping oysters? I asked them: "I lost my way to my house. I received an answer, and I went to a sea lamp, so that you could show me to me Coordination brings me to my house and also the small fish have not received an answer, and did not find help her to reach her home, everyone of them is easier, indifferent Bmahntha What do I do now, and what is my destiny? My mother and friends were right when they said I was small to do a solo adventure and suddenly, I noticed that the fish around her were swimming very fast and before you asked what was happening here, a great shadow fell on it. I felt the silence of the water and coolness and knew that the next is the shark, and that the fish fled for fear of him tried to shark, catch the small fish, swallowing it but was able to cram itself between the rocks accurate difficult for the large size to enter and when she felt the disappearance of danger emerged from the reservoir , She did not know how she got there, but she knew she would not go back to adventure again. At this young age she said to her mother and to her friends, who welcomed her and rejoiced greatly in her return. Safe into the safety of the Gulf.
I hope my story like you all my friends thank you for @xpilar

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When I was young
I like be adventure Difficult everywhere, ir let me very happy.
Like the limit challenge.
But now I am very scared
Whenever I participate in those extreme challenges
Will be afraid trembling...
So I have not participat them now.
Human heart would change.

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Hi @jaxsonevan

Thank you for your thoughts and a nice description / story

Great design @xpilar
When life is hard on us and we are in the way of predestination, we find ourselves shocked, weakened, oppressed, because of our despair and our inability to endure. We seek our hopes, our dreams, our humanity, our lost hope, which has become mirage in the real world, and we may find it in the world of the subconscious! Many questions from the world of reality start our minds, astonishment, puzzling, crying ... Who answers us ... do not know ?!
Many wish to escape from their reality to the realm of fantasy, to a fantasy world where they can not see or hear, but the voice of man calls for humanity because there are human beings who are in a manner that distorts his beauty. We will make a small trip to the world of fantasy, a world in which we live for moments, in which we forget the pain of life, where we meet those who are impossible to meet and see in reality. We travel to a world where there are no boundaries, walls or restrictions, a world devoid of malice, hatred, deceit, selfishness, lying, greed, opportunism, exploitation ... etc.

I closed my eyes to a dream how much I really wanted to come from deep down, and while I was thinking this between myself and myself, I suddenly stopped and heard a voice calling out to me and awakening me from my sleep and inviting me to a trip with him. I woke up appalled and said, "Who calls? "Ali replied," I ... do not be afraid. "I said again:" Who are you? " He said to me: "I will not say now that we finish our journey, I will tell you who I am"? I said: "Any trip and where ... did not answer me" ?! But between myself and myself I felt I knew him, and I heard the tone of his voice whispering in my ear before.

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Hi @danielsamuel

Thanks for your thoughts and the story

That's a outstanding working.
he entered my life coincidentally I entered a summit of sadness I was then dove in an ocean of ​​sorrows, I suspected that the Savior persuaded myself that God has given me pay for what I have to this world to change my life from dark to rainbow colorsTried once and found the dismissal and attempted over and over until he came to acknowledge me note that from the beginning I disclosed to him an incredible subtleties precisely and I passed him and discovered him acknowledgment of what I am and he couldn't care less about the standpoint of society.

I started hanging tight for him to feel my emotions once more. I sat tight for him consistently to send me "Hello." If my pulse quickened, things created and the relationship became more grounded, so I could never again endure his partition and I was not happy with the couple of hours I went through with him. Also, to see its highlights and sustenance by requesting a phone number decisively furnished him with the number. What was wonderful of those minutes when I heard his voice did not look for the universe of satisfaction and proceeded with the relationship until the time has come to satisfy the guarantees made, yet he disclosed to me that his family denied my essence among them didn't spare me and did not influence me to my extraordinary trust in him and he can defeat this and I am with him.

At that point I revealed to him that I was prepared to proceed with no desire for marriage since I adore him and I simply need to be by him and afterward requested to see him like any two individuals who meet however he cannot and hard, his reasons were unimportant before Shawki to see him so I composed and arranged the demand commonly and each time he declined for reasons unknown and dodged I couldn't have cared less about the subject, I was not anxious to see him or anything with him, yet despite everything I need his quality in my life. His method for affection changed. His state of mind, his unusual solicitations, and his savage wants developed. I requested his telephone number The other won't, requested different pictures cannot, requested to see him can't, took him the quantity of the organization in which he works and reached them and asked them addressed me that there is no representative by this name disclosed to him this discussion denied and defended, his genuineness and quiet however the doubt is progressively chosen to end the inquiry by the insight and if this individual It doesn't exist for all time.

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Hi @mira-moni

thanks for your thoughts and your story

The mountain peak of the gods,
Only in the mountain peak of gods, set up their own god monuments,
Is the god recognized by the universe,
Can get weighted,
Let your own god power be more brilliant,
Spread your own road.
The gods tried their best to set up their own god monuments.
Competing with each other.
One day,
a god on the mountainside,
suddenly,
Whistling out,
Bring a colorful glow,
Boarded the Top of mountain ,
Become the king of the gods.
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以上是翻譯
以下是原文
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眾神之巔,
唯有在眾神之巔,立下自己的神碑,
才是宇宙所共認的神祇,
能得到加權,
讓自己的神力更加的輝煌,
傳播自己的道.
諸神紛紛想盡辦法立下自己的神碑,
彼此互相競爭者.
某日,
一位位於山腰間的神祇,
忽然之間,
呼嘯而出,
帶起一片彩霞,
登上了山巔,
成為了眾神之王.

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Hi @cloudblade

thanks for your thoughts and a nice description

so beautiful fliction

along with being full of motion and interesting. For example, the initial scenario in Gabrielle Garcia Marquez's The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World : The lifestyle of an entire village changes with the discovery of a mysterious, handsome man drowning on the beach, and from here the writer can draw the reader to read his story with interest.Find the scenario for your story Select the hero of the story After writing the script should ignore the feelings of the writer whether good calling him pride or not good, because it has nothing to do with the quality of the story or its failure, and in the next step should the writer read the full story to find the protagonist, although the hero has Is known first to the writer but after reading the story may change the idea and change the hero, the hero is not necessarily the narrator of the story, or the good man who helps others, but is the person who makes the decisions that will push the story forward.Follow the traditional story structure The story structure, the conflict, the escalating events, the climax of the story, and the conclusion must be followed. It is also necessary to look at the beginning and the end as this is the most necessary and important part, and to ensure that the first and last lines of the article are The strongest in the story Make sure the end is convincing The end of the story must be persuasive, non-contrived, smooth. The reader does not feel the end of the story is real, carries meaning and meaning to life. Endings do not need to be limited to tears, hugging and other influences such as lights

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Hi @lifeyourlife

thanks for your thoughts and your story

John on the unknown planet.

John and his team traveled through the galaxies to find novelties from space, in an unexpected moment they saw on their screen a new land where the conditions and colors were different from those of the earth but in the same way everything was able to be inhabited by the humans. John decides to explore the unknown land when he took a walk, meets the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, he feels that he has fallen in love for the first time.

This beautiful creature asks him from his heart not to say anything about its existence since before humans had arrived who felt threatened with new species and wanted to attack. He decides to keep the secret, and he was sure something had fallen in love.

He sends an announcement to his companions to return to the land that would no longer be, they retired before a possible threat.

John stayed with his beautiful creature, and established it as a message; it's worth living without love?

Follow your feelings if you feel love!

Good image @xpilar, my respects for you. Great artist, beautiful works of art!

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Hi @michelduartes

thanks for your thoughts and a nice description

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A pleasure @xpilar, it is good your initiative to give good original content. Something de-stressing to feel more relax!

I like the the colors so much

The everyday life of every individual is a reality in which we see things and use them, while the imagination is an inner life one lives without touching the things in his imagination
The reality is those moments we live on a daily basis, where we touch several things and sense them, and we control the things according to Hwana, and we create, innovate and bury in the mockery of us in this life
While imagination is a wide and unlimited domain, we create and live a fictitious life. We often find what we have missed in our reality. Those moments that we draw may translate into reality and have no relation to it. But that is where we find ecstasy, happiness and all that we need for our comfort. We take advantage of the imaginary space to go far from the bitter reality, we try to erase the daily tape we inevitably live and change it fantasy illusion But when we think that reality and fantasy are different, they complement each other. When we plan for something in the real future, we open our imagination and live the fantasy real world to define the real picture. For example: a girl or a boy coming to get married, We all know that the wedding requires planning before embarking on the application. So, the brides before living a real marriage have to engage in fictitious marriages to explain what they will need for the concert because they have acquired experience from the fantasy experience.The social relations that bind us, force us to live reality and imagination at the same time, the communication between two or more in reality connected by the same communication in the imagination, each dialogue is sometimes sometimes difficult understanding, and when we lack realistic explanation resort to the imaginary explanation, When the professor explains a physical equation or mathematical relationship or literary text or ... often lacks realistic examples to reach his intention, moving with his students to the world of fantasy to complete the exact explanation, and then reach the message to the students more clearly, so the professor always in his explanation Employs the word "imagine"Therefore, from the above, we can conclude that reality is not complete and realistic only by imagination

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Hi @simonblake

thanks for your thoughts and description

Very beautiful picture @xpilar and its fantastic image is amazing!

I dreamed of a city.
The stones sparkled.
And I stood to the waist in the water.
On the stone walls
"Agni",
Although the fire is not visible anywhere.
Whispers, rustle -
And again everything is deaf,
And only the water will quietly swing.
It seems to be music -
But not for the ear -
From somewhere sails here.
And yet - quiet.
Dead peace
The stone hall is full of me.
No one holds
But the door will not open.
And if you open -
That in the maze.
Ancient city.
Dead walls.
The dawn is not yet born.
And dark corridors -
Like veins,
In which blood is not yet.

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Hi @serkagan

thanks for your thoughts and description / poems

An unforeseen attack is suffering inhabitants of the earth, strange beings from another planet have arrived in a ship firing a series of rays turning everything in their path into stone. A complete forest has been the first zone attacked, quickly the nearby inhabitants are feeling the bad quality of the oxygen and the smell of sulphur that emanates from the trees transformed into stone.

The beings that invade and attack the Earth are forming a city of stone and activated a force field not to be detected. However, satellite information has shown abnormal movements in a forested area of the Earth's territory. The security forces are preparing to investigate what happened.

We may know later what will happen with this invasion.

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Hi @adeljose

thanks for your thoughts and a nice description

Great design @xpilar
if I could tear up the rest of its worn threads to see that outside world through that window Shattered, but who argue?! How can I see the sunlight from those huge factories that filled the area, and how can I breathe after it has become the filtered lungs of those black fumes that I no longer know are fumes? Or pull thunder. I never looked like I was looking out of the window to see all those vast orchards and play from morning to evening without fatigue. One day, time will take from me all my childhood happiness and turn it into stones and iron piles producing all these toxins, They say it's factories! The plants that make only the smoke and the waste that I think one day it will become a beast eating the old ones who have no life in them any human being speaks to them ... Yes, without shame, I mean myself! And how the youth to pass and the ages are as old as I have been and washed away with my husband, whom I did not know before the meaning of being the most beautiful woman in the world, because there was no women in his world other than me, ah if time or come forward to go to another life in which he gave even one moment I remember all The days of that year that we lived together before he died in front of that damned truck, yes I still remember it ... A rusty blue driven by a drunken young man running away from a man who almost killed him with a rifle for stealing his rusty truck. Make my seventy-six days beyond hell unbearable. What's that sound ?! Do you know? I forgot that voice as if it were a scan of my imagination, a moment please, visitor, I told him to arrange the place that had passed seven decades and I did not open the door to a visitor, except the boy who has the bike now and I see the qualities of his grandson in it. Life is hungry. I said with great enthusiasm: "You prefer, my son." He opened the door with his loud, dusty entrance, and I did not know that that moment would be the last moment of my life.

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Hi @kertmason

thanks for your thoughts and your story

@xpilar thank you for this great photo
short fictional story
A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with long white beards sitting in the courtyard of her house
She did not know them and said, "I do not think I know you, but you must be hungry." Please come in to eat.
They asked her: Is the boss of the house there?
She answered: No, he's out.
So we can not enter.
In the evening, when her husband returned, she told him what had happened
He said to her: Go to them and ask them to enter
Women came out and asked them to enter.
They responded we do not go into a House together.
I asked them why?
One of them explained to her
This is the name of wealth, and he is pointing to one of his friends,
This success is pointing towards the other
And I love
"Now go in and discuss with your husband who you want to enter your house.
The woman went in and told her husband what was said.
Her husband was happy and said, "What a good thing, and as long as it is so, let us let wealth enter and fill our house with wealth!"
His wife interrupted him saying: Dear, why not call for success
All this was heard from their son's wife in one corner of the house. She hastened to suggest, "Would not it be better to invite the loving one? Then we would be full of love." The husband said, "Let's take the advice of our son's wife."
I went out and called love to be a guest on us. The woman went out and asked the three elders: "What love?
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other two stood up and followed him, surprised
I asked the woman both wealth and success, saying, "I only called love, so why do you interfere with him?"
If the two brothers had called for wealth or success, the two others would have stayed out,
But as you call love, wherever we go we go with him.
Wherever there is love, there are success and affluence.

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Hi @victoria6

thanks for your thoughts and your story

beautiful fantasy when dictating the heart of pain
And there is a scream in the soul shaking the conscience
I want to close my eyes and sleep
Forget what is in my heart of pain
I want to live in a dream world
And run away from the reality filled with sorrows
I fled with imagination so that I feel safe ....
And close my eyes on the cloud and migrate.
Belly Dreams where safety and compassion.
I want to be free in space ....
The air throws me and my clothes flutter
As a bird in the sky is the most beautiful dreams, love and safety
And the cloud went to me in the world of dreams.
Tears of your heart of many grief I am safely here
There is no pain and no sadness I told her I want to close my eyes and feel my heart safe
In me the mother and sorrow said Nami safely and forget the world of sorrows
My spirit embraced the clouds and slept peacefully in the dream world.

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Hi @sadstory

thanks for your thoughts and description / poems

That is another you, I have not seen that vivid purple color in your works yet, the combination with turquoise makes the whole atmosphere very cold,despite of that it seems that there is vegetation . Like those rings on right side, most probably a space ship that crashed on to that planet, the crew probably busy with analyzing the situation outside before stepping out. Thank you for sharing your work @xpilar as always you make us surprise with such impressive digital Art :)

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Hi @stef1

thank you so much

In 2050, scientists who were the first team of humans arriving at Mars finally developed a kind of plant suitable for Mars soil. They look like bamboo shoots but purple coat. Surprisingly, the life of the mouse was nearly doubled after eating the juice of the plant. A few of these people are now secretly eating this plant. However, farmers must be very careful. Because this plant turns into an animal after flowering, it is toxic and ferocious.

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Hi @helloroger

thanks for your thoughts and a nice description

Great imagination digital art @xpilar after five days walking after being stranded on a desert island the crew of the ill fated boat the HMS Falcon came a cross a large mountain it was covered with small shrubs and appeared faintly green finally they had a source of water a very small stream ran out near some rocks on the other side of the mountain After searching for a place to sleep the crew found a small cave which could sustain them out of the sun until they got rescued they lit a fire on the top of the mountain and in a few days they were finally rescued Five days later one of the crew who was a photographer managed to sell pictures of the mountain and live his dream

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Hi @isabellalucas

Thank you for your thoughts and a nice description

Thanks xpilar for this great digital art.

In our bad days it seems to us that troubles, problems, adversities, diseases close from us the joy of life, well-being and good luck...
It seems to us that troubles are piling up and growing, like formidable powerful stalactites...
But it is not so! As the rays of the rising sun of the coming day will dispel the darkness around us, so our fate will help to cope with troubles, problems and diseases...
And happiness, health, joy of life, well-being, prosperity, fun, laughter and smiles will be back!

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Hi @ir3k

thanks for your thoughts and description

What is the most beautiful fantasy when it mixes with reality and what is the most wonderful reality when completed with the wings of wishes that fly in the sky of love and dreams may go to the soul of Bariha and remain silent imagination to recall the memory of his memory and the birth of the memories and the most beautiful hearts if you meet the purity of love and then bloom feelings and sensations nostalgia

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Hi @frankhood

Thank you for your thoughts and a beautiful description

It's a very thought-provoking image...

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thank you

Well done @xpilar your design is great
One goes through whole days in which he is not present, not in reality, not in the imagination, not in the interior, not in the outside, but in the middle, almost standing there alone on the margins of the world. Being totally incapable of classifying his sensations or understanding what is happening to him seems to be a nuisance, an object without any attributes, wandering in the midst of dimensions without antibodies.

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Hi @markhunter

thanks for your thoughts and description

What a great art work , l like all those colors give it out of space feeling

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thank you

Great digital art of imagination this imagination is the night of beautiful life is our fortress and refuge from the harshness of the long day! The world of reality is not enough for human life alone, it is too narrow to accommodate a full human life

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Hi @oscarliam

thanks for your thoughts and description

lovely picture that takes after the outside of space

The seven-year-old Janet realized that the day would come when the sun would ascend on her, and her body would not resemble every one of the young ladies. Her ears developed at morning and came back to typical at night. Her hair had a light shaft running into dim regions, Janet did not spread her mystery to her mom, Nor to her companions at school who might regularly be cynical to the point that she wanted to keep her mystery, yet she couldn't acclimate to it sooner or later. The tale of Janet started when she and her folks went to the stream of dread that goes through her remote town from the west. The grandmas in that town were informing the shocking stories concerning the waterway that if the sun was absent on one side of the stream, When Janet came to hurrying that night, Janet demanded testing the narratives of the elderly people men. She remained by the stream for a considerable length of time after dusk, and just snickered at it until the waterway turned into a blue article not as terrifying as a Janet young lady to flee. The eyes of the blue item are flooding with a great deal of empathy and sympathy , And Janet was gazing at what was going on. At the point when the item drew nearer Janet from each side and afterward lifted it with his two hundred hands for twenty meters starting from the earliest stage's, pulse started to quicken with dread, yet this inclination did not keep going long. Janet came back to the giggle that she chuckled when she sat close to the waterway, the article was tickling from each side to snicker, making a wellspring of water and sitting over it, the tyke felt that she might want to remain with the stream that nobody has ever observed or played with him, Before coming back to his ordinary condition of need to leave home, and return the following day after nightfall, yet left without restoring the following day. In transit back to the house, Janet felt that her heart was loaded with bliss, while the developments of the blue article started to be loaded up with cleverness and diversion. Before she finished her dementia and her franticness with her self, her mom's voice originated from the house and was postponed, believing that her inquisitive tyke She took another course to go to her companion before she came back to the stream. From that point forward, Janet has stirred from her rest to the sound of her ears as she becomes bigger, as she purposely goes to the cellar to appreciate the light of her hair, swinging her hips and arms, and after that into crazy chuckling for a few minutes. One day Janet chose to come back to the stream after the sun , After much exertion to influence her mom to go to a companion's birthday party close to the waterway. Janet Sanda sat on a tree alongside the waterway trusting that the sun will pull far from the removed slopes. At the point when the water subsided, the water retreated into the stream, and afterward started to accumulate once more. At that point the item went out to Janet once more. When the item came back to its typical state, Janet rushed to hole up behind a tree. The elderly person showed up in highlights that were not unmistakable due to the obscurity. Be that as it may, the impression of the evening glow and the stars on the outside of the waterway demonstrated the highlights of the elderly person with a ton of distress. Begin sitting on h FH waterway, at that point started to cry approaching the spirits of their misfortune by suffocating in the stream as it appeared to them. Janet felt exceptionally dismal, and expected that the narrative of the man is genuine, as he dreaded to be pulled by the waterway close to the spirits he took previously, soon after he got what was normal, the stream turned out and gulped the man, Janet needed to quietness her breath after seconds, couldn't bear The scene of the scene, as the waterway object moved toward it, after the man pulled back to him, and did not vary before the landing of the elderly person, he endeavored to pet once more, which Janit did not acknowledge, if home crying, and came back to the waterway from that point forward, Much pity, miracle and dread: For what reason am I explicitly? Janet raced to her in the wake of seeing her ears grow up, and Janet educated her mom of the reason she had been bolted for a considerable length of time.

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Hi @beautybox

thanks for your thoughts and your story

hello @xpilar
beautiful digital art. it looks like forest of rocks. beautiful sky with full of stars. awesome imagination my friend.. this is looks like from other planet.. thanks for share with us...

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Hi @tussar11

thank you so much

This looks like an alien planet with a small forest of alien plants!

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Hi @xes

Thanks for your thoughts and the story

Can I see a set of vegetation, maybe a big forest? That is an obstacle to reach the destination at the furthest end of the road, in addition to the trees there may be several traps that prevent walkers from reaching safely.

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Hi @gustavoadolfodca

thanks for your thoughts and description

This looks sort of like what Proxima Centori b if it is inhabitable might look like!

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thank you

Really nice art! I think this would make a great desktop background!

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yes, thank you

Beautiful digital work wonderfull mind blowing expression here imagination.
Very nice pic.

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thank you so much

@xpilar, nice graphics. This can be used as an illustration to a book.

My imagination paints me the following picture:
Mountains with mystical forest above which a bridge rises. A fantastic train will run along this bridge. Passengers will enjoy the scenery of nature.

P.S. I saw a picture of this imagination in our mountains in the Carpathians, when I was traveling by train and looking at a forest under a bridge ;-)

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Hi @euggud

thanks for your thoughts and description

Wonderful imagination picture

What is the most beautiful fantasy when it mixes with reality and what is the most wonderful reality when completed with the wings of wishes that fly in the sky of love and dreams may go to the soul of Bariha and remain silent imagination to recall the memory of his memory and the birth of the memories and the most beautiful hearts if you meet the purity of love and then bloom feelings and sensations.

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Hi @rydermax

thanks for your thoughts and description

the place of dream Sapphire stone violetes colour combination just like mysterys place.

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thank you

The alien planet of zarg 500 light years a way it has towering mountains and stalagmites grow from the ground!

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Thank you for your thoughts and a nice description

Hello @xpilar, nice to meet you again. Your digital image is very good. I like it very much. according to my description of your digital image, this shows that achieving success requires struggle. just like your digital image. there is a bridge above it, and underneath there are many sharp objects.

therefore to achieve success must take the risks that exist. But when someone does not want to achieve success, then most likely he will fall down and be exposed to sharp objects.

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Hi @aulia1993

thanks for your thoughts and description

Great design @xpilar

See how the shape of the world we live in will be if we remove the barrier between fantasy and the actual realization of the reality of things? In other words, the imagination becomes something like the truth that we are trying to recognize using our different senses and in a conscious way as well.

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Hi @stephencody

thanks for your thoughts and description

This is real digital art and the flight of your fantastic thought shows me how your imagination can see this world on the edge of the universe!

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Hi @bredcovin

thank you so much

Thus looks like an alien plants in an alien world forest, really colorful and beautiful as well @xpilar

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thank you so much

We always imagine that behind the covered things is more beautiful than the beauty of exposed things! .. Fantasy is always cooler than reality

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thank you so much

Maybe It's the jade forest on the lost continent of mu.

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nice description

great digital art my friend The problem is that the imagination seems full of meaning, while the reality is meaningless. Best regards @xpilar

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amazing and great art digital-art

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We always imagine that behind the covered things is more beautiful than the beauty of exposed things! .. Fantasy is always cooler than reality nice photo @xpilar

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so nice @xpilar Imagination should not be used to escape reality, but to make it.

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Digitally so fantastic always exploring something new :D

Absolutely amazing creativity and I appreciate your post @xpilar..

I will wait for
new post ..that's a always time cause I like your post ..

Hey xpilar you are great creator I think..
Thank you for sharing your valuable..
Keep it up and carry on your activities..

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@xpilar Imagination is a dream of something better than reality and those who do not think about their non-reality see nothing but their feet and usually fall

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This is cool post and thanks for sharing your actual post ..
To continue your activities my dear friend @xpilar..

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Nice imagination. It seems like some kind of mountain in alien place. ⛰️
I think this picture could be useful for SciFi blogger. ⚛️👨‍💻

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thank you so much @parthibankbt

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A life that has a purple planet. A thick community life, with the density of their lives. Harmonious life in community life.

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thanks for your thoughts and description

They look like sea coral, I like the mix of colors. you are very imaginative

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thank you

I don't know what to say for your picture, which in my opinion is a good work of art.This picture that is full of fantasy definitely needs art skills to make and understand it..
Thanks @xpilar and friends

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thank you so much @chehkuna

What a wonderful drawing this wonderful you are great digital imagination art ever

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thank you so much

beautiful imagination, islands with towering corals. Usually in a movie it certainly saves something valuable. Beautiful picture of your imagination, Mr. @xpilar.

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thank you so much @ngieng

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skillzzz!

It looks like it was taken with a camera on another planet

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thank you

Reactivation of Mars

A research carried out by NASA shows advances in the development of new soil formations on the planet Mars, the changes in soil characteristics according to studies have been favorable, as it tends to be softer and with moderate temperature. The effects of the XPS system have been noted considerably.

The images shown show a thin layer of vegetation on what was previously an accumulation of ferrous peaks or rigid soil. Analyses show that there are already minerals that will improve the fertility of the soil, so we will soon see a greater amount of vegetation.

The air feels less dense and purer, the XPS system is being praised by great scientists because it has allowed a climate change in the planet Mars, since its implementation all environmental values have generated a significant change for the welfare and acceptance of the human respiratory system.

I invite you to look at the background to this story:

https://steemit.com/art/@jadnven/re-xpilar-6ymrwx-the-image-is-made-of-own-imagination-and-thoughts-20190221t131650472z

https://steemit.com/art/@jadnven/re-xpilar-5sunm2-the-image-is-made-of-own-imagination-and-thoughts-20190215t141951620z

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Hi @jadnven

thanks for your thoughts and a nice description

For lenge siden gikk en liten gutt gjennom en park. Midt i parken var det et tre med et skilt på den. Skiltet sa "Jeg er et magisk tre. Si de magiske ordene og du vil se."

Gutten prøvde å gjette de magiske ordene. Han prøvde abracadabra, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, tan-ta-ra, og mange flere ... men ingen av dem jobbet.

Utmattet kastet han seg på gulvet og sa: "Vær så snill, kjære tre!" Og plutselig åpnet en stor dør i kofferten. Inne var alt mørkt, bortsett fra et tegn som sa "Fortsett med din magi". Da sa gutten «Takk, kjære tre!» Med dette opplyste innsiden av treet lyst og avslørte en sti som førte til en stor stor haug med leker og sjokolade.

Den lille gutten brakte alle vennene sine til det magiske treet, og de hadde det beste festen noensinne. Dette er grunnen til at folk alltid sier at "vennligst" og "takk" er de magiske ordene.

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Hi @hichemfetoui

thanks for your thoughts and a nice story

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glad that you like it!

Hello friend @xpilar, this image is very good, I like the colorful and nuance you give to those small mountains of stones, are like giant mushrooms in a wild and erotic jungle.

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thank you so much @adrimonte

Dear @xpilar

Please accept my honest appology for this post (not related to your topic).

I'm pretty sure I already reached out to you (asking for your vote for little initiative Im supporting) so this request may not be anything new :)

Could you please vote on this dpoll for a friendly community (SteemChurch), which Im trying to support?

It's such a fierce contest and just after 4 days we're right behind SteemitBloggers:

We've another 3 exciting days ahead of us. Perhaps you could ask around your friends if they wouldn't mind support our small initiative.

I would be very grateful :)

Link:
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Please vote on "SteemChurch". I would appreciate your support a lot.

Yours
Piotr

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my friends and I have given our vote to @steemchurch

Regards @xpilar

Apparently you are very fond of desert places, your images reflect a tendency to arid soils and few habitable, but I like them, they are very striking.

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thank you

an extraordinary imagination of course

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thank you

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This image makes me think of the bottom of the sea for its resemblance to it, but at the same time in a place of space for its starry sky.
But without a doubt the image is beautiful!

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thank you so much

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