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[Santa's Workshop, the North Pole.  It is Christmas Eve, and the warm glow of the shop illuminates the gently falling snow outside.  Stillness hangs in the air, but also the weight of expectation; of joys soon to come.  Any time now, the elves will walk out to the nearby barn and hook the reindeer to Santa's sleigh, where they will perform the time-honored duty of delivering to every good chil--]

BLITZEN:  Augh, screw it! Screw Christmas in its cute little button-nosed face! (paws angrily at the warm earth of his stable)

PRANCER:  Now, now dear.  You know these outbursts don't do you any good.

BLITZEN:  Out of my business, Prancer! You kno

Wintery MixMy nights pass.
They drive by with halved-hearts
(one ventricle and the rest left
for the dogs).
They remind me of a ticking calendar,
restless and yearning.
One by one by one
the days laugh in my face,
and spit in it
chilling, stinging slush.
My raw skin grows frigid,
melded to muscle–
pins and needles
stuffed into a rag doll
with a real wool hat,
and those undersized mittens
that we have kept for too long
(days when we were naïve and witty and cute).

I trudge my feet through the loose snow,
they leave stripes where they fall.
I am just trying to shape this city,
make it fresh.
My prints resemble an animal pri

Before it was too late.I was walking on the streets of heaven when I saw an old lady sitting on the roadside helplessly in extreme suffering. I thought the children who have forsaken their mother in such cruel way deserve the raging fires of hell. She was partially bald. She had wrinkles all over her face and sunken eyes. When I approached her, she took her face away from me. I tried to look her closely and was shattered into pieces because of the shame I felt. She was my mother earth and I couldn't even recognize her because of her such miserable condition. I couldn’t believe that what I had started ignorantly as a part of industrial revolution was carried fo

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Contests / 2007 / Help and FAQ Awareness

I ment to do something else today...
But I saw in the news on "help and FAQ awareness contest":
"Often users state there is a general lack of knowledge that deviantART has a Help Desk or FAQ."
And I imagined DA fella completely forgotten behind a Help desk...
I HAD to try!

I tried to make this one similar to the ads DA iften shows. Still I decided to draw Fella freehand rather than using shapes, to give him more downcast feeling. I also drew the FAQ paper to look liek paper, but if it looks strange tell me, I can smoother the lines.

Ugh, this seems simple, but it took me 3 hours... >.<

~ImpossibleDefined Oct 10, 2012 Student Writer

Help desk? I know of no help desk.
I know only the desk of automatic responses that pay no attention to your problem and trolls you with unhelpful suggestions.