Photo Descriptions

[Andy]

This thread is based on describing photos, and improving your descriptions. You describe the picture before you, and then you link to a new photograph for the next person to describe.

Your photos can be of absolutely anything, as long as someone can write a paragraph about it.

You can fictionalize your descrpitions. For example, if there are people in one, you can give them made-up names, etc.

To start, here's one I found on Google:
http://kevingong.com/Hiking/Images/ZumwaltMeadow/35Meadow001.jpg

[Zombified]

"Keep running, Jake! Don't fucking stop!"

A ferocious roar sounded off behind the fleeing campers, freezing their hearts as they hurried away from the danger.

"What the fuck is wrong with that thing, Javy? Jesus Christ, it ate Mitchell!"

"I don't know, Jake! And I don't wanna stick around to find out!"

The tall grass offered little cover for the unfortunate campers to hide. Even if they tried to play dead like they were taught to do, it would do no good in the end.

The creature behind them was no normal bear.

"Head for the trees! We can ditch it in there!" Javy yelled.

Jake looked over his shoulder, hoping the rabid bear wouldn't be on their tail.

But it was.

"Oh shit!" He yelped.

Javy didn't turn around, nor did he stop running.

The bear roared once again, sending nearby birds fleeing from their perches. The sky above the two campers grew dark from their winged escape.

Jake looked up into the sky as the birds blotted out the sun.
In that moment, he wished not for the first time that he could fly.



New picture: http://www.osa.org/news/pressroom/release/09.2006/airplanes_clip_image002.jpg

[maz.]

BOOM

"Ahhh Mummy! See that orangey thing in the sky? Yeah its a bommy night in the sky!"

New Picture: http://www.mordantorange.com/images/comics/food/melting.gif

[Midnight_Moon]

"Ice Cream, I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream," yelled a little boy when he got his two scoops of ice cream on a cone. The 101 degrees in the shade was doing in everything, even the ice cream. The boy quickly at his ice cream like a dog eating a scrap of meat. Ah, yes, what a great way to spend a hot summer day.

Here is the new picture:
The New PICTURE!!! ^_^ (http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/34/017_1062~Northern-Lights-Posters.jpg)

[Nanyoky]

"Come on hurry up!"
"I'm coming you spazz! It's dark, you can't expect me to keep up with you! You're a total hick! You're used to this!"
Jackie laughed, pausing to wait for the boy. "Come on track star, don't tell me you've never gone on a night run before."
"On a track? Yes. A street? All the time," Nate panted, his hands on his knees. "Through a pine forest? Not on your life."
"Well catch your breath quick," she slapped his back bracingly. "We've got to get to the clearing in time." And she took off again, leaping over holes in the dirt and old logs and stumps with apparent ease.
"What for?" he called after her, stumbling along reluctantly behind her. Never before had he felt so slow. "Where are we going anyway?"
"You'll see!"
Nate groaned, trying to ignore the fact that branches and twigs were tearing at his skin and clothes and his face was covered in tiny scratches.
Jackie finally burst into a clearing ahead of him.
"Well this is great," he snorted sarcastically.
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, only slightly out of breath. "Just have a seat and wait a second." She sat on a flat rock, leaning back and bracing her hands on the cold stone. "See, it's already starting."
Nate looked up and his jaw dropped open. A green curtain hung in the sky, shifting in color and shape. Looking back down at Jackie, he saw the colors reflected on her smiling face and sparkling on the silver dog tags around her neck. She looked like a different species, like an elf or fairy or something.
"Bet you got nothin like this down in Missoura," she accented the end of the state exageratedly, breaking the image in his head of a graceful woodland creature. Her eyes didn't once leave the skies.
"No. Nothing like it at all." He agreed, his eyes still on her.
((aww... sappy cheese... my favorite!))
kk, this is a weird one, i couldnt' think of anything: http://trebday.com/stills/a_poor_school.jpg

[ABrainDivided]

The image rippled softly between his yellow fingers. They weren't like the young hands sprawled carelessly over an underused desk. Oxygen whirred coldly through his tube laced nostrils. No, the fingers were not his anymore. The page fluttered from his grip to the teal blanket which covered his thin legs. He was older than that piece a paper, heck, he was probably older than everything in the room. Oh the stupidity that had run its course. Time can be measured, predicted, and summarized, but oh lordy it can't be redone. He pulled deep from the tubes. No time was very much irreversible.



Next Pic

http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden/php/images/Water.jpg

[Wheelsgr]

Haha, I think I might have gotten carried away but I wrote it in a sort of short story/observation/satirical type of passage... thing... :( I think a poem would fit this... sorry it's so long and boring.

The castle was in the washer-woman's peripheral; a large, unyielding reminder of her oppression. She was almost invisible, as usual. She took her time, slowly scrubbing away the sins that the rich had stained their clothes with. Oftentimes she felt much like the water with which she washed the clothes. Murky and brown in its colour from a distance, but, upon closer inspection, crystal clear. Though she was dirty and draped in rags, she felt her manners far superior to those of the inhabitants of the all-seeing towers and turrets. She at least cared for others. They, so far removed from the world, would oftentimes simply ignore their beautiful surroundings in preference for the sordid company of one another in which their neighbour's actions were broken down through the social grapevine over the afternoon's tea. The beautiful forest which seemed to contain a spectrum of its own made entirely of green hugged them, enticed them, begged them to come out and play among the trunks, caress the ground with light, careless footsteps, and admire the the vast array of colours which were each unique and worth the notice.

They had the time to do all this whilst she, the washerwoman, did not. But instead they stayed inside and created complex nothings that simply served the purpose of passing the time. And they consumed comfortably, knowing the efforts that created the product yet still wasting, almost in malicious spite. The washerwoman spat as she thought: The barbarians.

In her mind, she was certain. Future generations would surpass these ancestors and grow out of this barbarism to something much greater... but then again, a simple washerwoman would not understand the workings of society...

Next picture (a little creepy...):

http://www.readexpress.com/read_freeride/photos/2007-09-27-impaler-415.jpg

[ScottyMcGee]

It felt good to bathe in blood.
Typically, Shadow would have wanted to slice the woman's throat and THEN rape her, but today he was Jack the Ripper, and he would kill people as if he were Jack the Ripper.
Everyday was a new serial killer celebrity.
Of course, at the end of the kill he added his own touch, just to give the police a little break and realize all these killings were from one person.
Shadow had dug his hands in the woman's stomach and, blood-stained, made circles. He concentrated, making swift swirls, unflinching, unblinking. He felt the power within him grow.
Up above in the heavens, God himself witnessed this sin and brought light down upon him.
Shadow looked up.
It was about time the police copter showed up.

(wow, I never knew I had horror in me. I think I've read one too many of Zomb's post. Shadow is such a corny name, I just borrowed it from "American Gods" :P)

http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s185/ScottyMcGee/Journey_by_DonovanDennis.jpg

[Zombified]

(I don't fully understand what this picture is...so it will be weird)

I was thirty yards away from the strange ground I had once stood on. I didn't know what it was, didn't know why it was there, all I knew was that it wasn't normal ground.
You're probably thinking to yourself, "Who cares what it looked like! Why talk about it?". Well if you saw this ground, you'd ask yourself what I asked myself just a few moments ago.

"What. The. Fuck?"

Now that I think about it, I think that I may have just walked on Play Dough. It looked like it. Kind of felt like it. Then again, I wouldn't know what it feels like under my shoes.
Maybe it was an alien?

Whatever it was, I will never know. I am getting the hell away from it and I aint looking back.

....

I looked back.

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http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/Dolphins-poster-l.jpg

[Mercy]

Two sleek, silver-gray companions leap for the world beyond the water-bowl, liquid splattering against the air. Their lip-lines curve up in a playful smile, flecks of water flying from their noses. The sun's rays lighten their skin, causing it to gleam and shimmer against the brilliant blue sky and white whispers of clouds.

Backs arched, the two friends prepared to return to their cerulean-shadowed home.

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Because the image is too big:


http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll56/TheCrookedLady/img037.jpg

[Nee~Nee]

As I am walking across the sand, I look up and notice the sun is setting. Every time I see the sunset, it amazes me. Only because it seems as if the sun is joining with the Earth. I guess that is why I take a walk along the beach everyday around this time, just to see the sun as it disappears for the day.

I continue to walk along the shoreline. Alone. Like always I am by myself. No companion to share this beautiful sight with. Just alone.

I look up to the sky and ask, "Is it always going to be like this?" I ask this question as if someone is actually listening.

When I reached the end of the beach I look up and see two people standing on this huge mountain like rock. It is not mistaken that they are a couple. I could not help but envy. I just let out a sigh as I turn back around and head back to the hotel where I was staying. Alone.


Sorry. . It would let me posted a picture.

[Fiction]

The sleek-torpedo-like body rears and propels herself up, up, up...

[miss_smiley]

Right! I'm kick starting this again. It was a good exercise, and I like it.

http://www.prague.net/gallery/parks/images/statues_joyfully_bathing.jpg

And....go! xP

[Zombified]

The Monkey Man sat atop the stone seating and crossed his arms. Estelle danced in the rain, letting the falling drops land upon her shape. She smiled and laughed, her clothes getting wetter and wetter in the downpour.
The Monkey Man just watched.
Phil was standing a few feet away from Estelle, watching with obvious desire. He wondered what he should say to her.
You look nice? No. That wouldn’t do.
He looked over at the Monkey Man.
The Monkey Man looked back.
Phil looked at Estelle.
She started singing in the rain. A song of birds and bees. A song of life and love.
Then the lightning struck. A deafening cackle in the pelting rain. The clouds shuffled above, pushing and fighting against one another. The rain faded away, slowly and quietly, as if it never was there in the first place.
All was still in the park, including the people.


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New Picture

http://teamsubmarine.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/10-8-casket-1.jpg

[Fiction]

Her nails, bent and bloody, scrabbled against the facetious inner upholstery. Then, with a loud thunk, the latch was pried loose. With a shove, she opened the casket. Her face, mouldering slightly, was creased with terrible days of struggle...

http://www.murder-weekends.biz/images/lady_beedroom.jpg

[miss_smiley]

"Argh, God!" Stella sighed with raw exasperation, tugging at the defiant pantyhose.
Dammit! Why do I have to dress up anyway?! Damn graduation ceremony!
Annoyed, frustrated and just plain tired, she slumped on the ground, spreading out on the lush, carpeted floor.
She "hmmphed" to herself.
It was Silvia's graduation night - the night she would leave school behind, possibly forever - she still didn't want to go to university, a fact that galled Stella to no end. Why, Stella had asked her once, would you want to spend your days doing doldrum work for a minimal wage, when you have the brains to go on to better things? But Silvia was Silvia, and would do things her way. No one would be able to do a thing about it: trying to oppose Silvia was about as effective as using your hands to make a tunnel in a rock. She was stubborn, and that was a fact.
Stella heard footsteps creep up the stairs, the sound of them like soft 'whumps' as her ear lay against the soft carpet of her room.
They stopped abruptly. Then:
"Stella! Oh God! Stella!!!"
In a heartbeat, her husband had knelt beside her, his long fingers already at her wrist, checking for a pulse.
She looked at him, her frown quickly wearing through to an amused smile. "Yes, Paul?"
He just stared at her for a moment. "Oh. Oh. I see." He lifted an eyebrow at her. "You scared me so. What are you doing on the floor?"
She pointed at her pantyhose. "I'm sick to death of these things, Paul. Do I have to wear them?"
Paul merely laughed. "Yes. And you're going to thank me for making you wear them, love. Now hurry up. Time is our enemy."
"Like any women over the age of forty doesn't know that..." Stella muttered to herself as Paul helped her to her feet.

http://web.utk.edu/~extepp/profiles/OT/turfgrass/diseases/fairyring-l.jpg

[Fiction]

Without much thought, Bill plucked a mushroom from the ring. He wasn't supposed to be here, no, but the fungus looked perfect. It was in season, and it would simply go to waste if the Lady of the house had someone pull it and dispose of it.
He pulled a few mushrooms, and then, without much warning, he sank waist-deep into the grass. A wild, white-robed figure appeared before him, pointing ominously.
"You have desecrated the fairy ring!" she screamed, and with that, Bill plunged under the earth...

http://www.shadowmillproductions.com/photogallery/roswell-alien.jpg

Sorry about the link, it wouldn't attach properly.

[Banana]

"Bloody hell Ryan!" Maya exclaimed. "I told you not to set it on high!"
He examined the gun in his hand with mild curiosity. "I had assumed that the default setting was low."
Maya did not look amused. "Great, now what do you suggest we do? We were supposed to bring the scientists a live specimen. Not a pot roast."
For one horrible second, Ryan pictured himself eating the dead alien by his feet. He suppressed a shudder. "Well, we could just scrape the burnt bits off and see if it's still worth something."
Maya replaced the energy packet in her laser shooter with a little more force then necessary. "There's not much we can do," she said, as if Ryan hadn't said anything at all. That was her usual response to anything he said that wasn't realistic. "So just wrap it up so we can take it to the lab."
She raised one perfect eyebrow when Ryan remained unmoved.
"It's your turn," he reminded her.
She laughed without humour. "Dream on Ryan. You're the one who made it nastier then it needs to be. You're wrapping it." And she tossed her long blonde braid over her shoulder and walked passed him without another word.
Admitting defeat, Ryan bent down and examined the alien. It was a particularly ugly one, with it's charred skin and exposed flesh, and it certainly didn't help with the nauseating fumes already hanging around the place. It’s abnormally large eyes were closed, and Ryan knew that the last image its eyes ever registered was himself. He would have pitied the thing, if it hadn't tried to kill him moments ago.
Wrinkling his nose, Ryan pulled out the plastic wrapping out of his backpack.



http://www.devincard.com/images/wedding-photography-victoria-bc.jpg

[Fiction]

Signithia waited, alone, her makeup running. She watched the black coattails disappear into the distance, along with another pale white dress.
Whatever her dress was supposed to mean, purity or whatever, was completely untrue. She wasn't pure. At least she wouldn't be for long.
"Love you, dearie," she murmured, smiling to herself. She fingered the letter-opener, slipped it under her garter, and walked out the door.

http://ti.arc.nasa.gov/m/profile/gundy/floyd/walk.gif

[miss_smiley]

"I'll jump!"
Matty turned around in his seat, a disparaging look smeared across his face. "James. Don't be a dick. Get back in your seat."
"Make me!" James retorted, fearlessly, if a little immaturely.
His feet tingled beneath him, his balance shifting from side to side.
He swallowed. If this didn't work...he was screwed, in a big way.
"I swear to God, Matt. If you don't dump her, I'm totally jumping."
Annoyance and disbelief played across Matt's features. "Why are you so set against me marrying Josie?"
"Maybe because she's a gold-digger?"
"Maybe because you've got latent homosexual tendencies?" Matty jibed, an eyebrow raised.
Ignoring the scenery whirling around him, James turned back to him, sarcasm weighing heavily on his brow. "Oh no. You've figured me out. I guess this means no more group showers, right?"
"Screw off, James."
"No, you screw off, man. I was your best friend until that cow came along."
"And you still are. Oh, yes. I can see the huge amount of change right there."
"Whatever, man. You either dump her, or I'm definitely taking that plunge."
I'm not really going to do this, right?
"No chance, man. I'm not letting this one go. Now, sit back in your seat."
"Well, man. Thanks for that. I'll just be going then."
His heartbeat racing in his ears, his foot, almost of its own will, strayed beyond the relative safety of the solid metal wing.

http://thejesusninja.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/857932687_6cfdac3d052.jpg

[Midsummernightsdream]

"Why the fucking hell are we doing this again?" whispered Malcolm furiously, staring at Darthvader Dean, livid..
"Because. We get payed fifteen dollars an hour." retorted Dean.
"Who is paying us, again, Dean?" snapped Malcolm.
"The Lucky Huggers Corporation of the theme park. We are stationed at every gate to the park." he laughed.
"No. For Christ's sake, Dean, here comes another group of kids." Malcolm mumbled.
The two boys endured the hugging of five over-excited tots waiting to walk down the slope to the amusement park. http://c0170361.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1305555_193749_5a831b7eb1_p.jpg

[Banana]

This is supposed to be a little silly and unrealistic, so bare with me. ;)

It was a terrible accident, was the town's overall consensus. No one would intentionally act out such an atrocity in a sleepy place like that. Those types of crimes only took place in the big city.
Of course, poor Shelly Snider disagreed, but anything she said couldn't be taken too seriously. After all, she had just suffered a most gruesome trauma. And it wasn't exactly a secret that she wasn't right in the head.
"I told you. Someone came up from behind me while I was in some field," Shelly said to the chief of police for what felt like the millionth time. "Then I blacked out, and when I woke up, a bit of my body, my arm, and a lock of hair was missing!"
The chief stroked his thick moustache. "I see. Then why didn't you bring those parts back with ya?"
"Because it was too heavy! Look, I can take you to the place if you would just—"
The chief put up a hand to cut her off. "Look Shelly, I ain't gonna lie, that sounds like a load o' hooey."
Shelly scowled. "I can take you there! I was in a field about a couple of hours away on foot. The snow isn't as deep there, it makes it easier to walk, and it's lined with trees and the long yellow grass pokes through the snow. My body should still be in a green jacket, so if we hurry, it won't have frozen yet!"
Shelly still couldn't believe the situation she had gotten herself into. She should have known better! Walking around a field by herself— that's practically screaming for trouble. She had heard of getting disassembled before, but she just didn't think it would happen to her. If only she had paid better attention to her mother's warnings...

http://images.shareordie.in/uploads/2008/06/photography-025.jpg

[Zombified]

"You're not listening, Jacobs!" said the CEO.
"I am, sir! I am!"
"What did I just say?"
Jacobs shifted in his chair. He looked beside him at Perlman and silently wished he would help him out.
He didn't.
"Goddammit, Jacobs! You never listen! This is becoming an issue for us. And when you become an issue for the biggest company in North America, everyone looks bad. Do you think we like looking bad? Perlman, do you like looking bad?"
Perlman shook his head frantically, his eyes bulging out of his head. "No, sir!"
"See, Jacobs? He doesn't like it. I don't like it. The company doesn't like it."
Jacobs looked down at his cell phone and grinned.
"Jacobs, for the love of Jesus fucking Christ!" the CEO roared.
Jacobs looked up.
Perlman held his breath.
"Sorry, sir," Jacobs whimpered.
"Oh, you'll be sorry alright. When I eject your ass into outer fucking space!"
Without a moments notice the CEO reached forward and pushed the corresponding button on his desk.
There was a beep.
Then a flash.
Then Kevin Jacobs knew no more.

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http://247wallst.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/angrybear.jpg

[LovyTory]

"You know I think you are ugly!"
"Roarr!!!!!!" The bear gave out a terrifying roar and Amelia stepped back. Her anger had her in rage.
And then. But then.. she started to laugh.
"Hahahaa! I was joking my dear, sweet pet, do you really think I would want to get rid of you?"
The bear had calmed down to a bare silence.
Amelia had another impulse.
"Well.. to be honest, I am not a nice person."
You could hear a silent moan from the bear.
"And I do not like you eating all of my food."
You could hear another silent moan from the bear."
"So I shall get rid of you." Amelia had decided the bear's fate. You could see in its face: the disappointment he felt for her until he bit off her legs, limb by limb, tearing her apart until blood could no longer flow through her fragile body.

New Picture:
http://www.funnypicturefunnyphoto.com/funny-picture-photo-child-toilet-massdistraction-pic.jpg

[Angelique]

Jacob screamed.

His mother had spent the night with her newest boyfriend, Drake. He had drugged his mother and beat her violently with a bat he had found in the kid's room. Being only six did not make Jacob ignorant of his surroundings. The moment Drake slugged his mom, he ran towards him and grabbed his leg to sink his teeth. Angered, the new so-called "love interest" scooped him up from his hips and walked towards the bathroom. He pushed him down towards the toilet and locked the boy in total darkness.

Darkness.

That's where he was. Pure darkness, no help, alone.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/nabilkannan/2197129888/

[Zombified]

Ming and Sui stared at the photographer taking snapshots of them and wondered what they had done to warrant attention from an outsider.
Ming, the eldest brother in his family heard stories of white men coming and taking pictures of trivial things for other white men to look at and learn from.

Ming didn't fully understand it, but he knew that the white men were harmless.
His little brother Sui did not.
"Ming...lets go back. This white man is scaring me," he whispered.
Ming looked at his brother and shook his head.
Sui frowned and glanced into the water below. A large shadow passed under their boat. He looked at the white man in the boat a few yards away.
He didn't notice the shape below the water.

Thinking fast, Sui grabbed one of the fish he and his brother had caught for dinner and tossed it into the water.
The white man was stunned by the sudden movement and took more pictures, eagerly snapping away at his camera.
"Sui! What are you doing? That was our dinner! Father will not be pleased!" Ming scolded.
A loud roar filled the air, like a foghorn on a cold, misty night.
The white man's boat flipped over and its occupant went into the warm water with it.

The water was restless for a spell, waves and splashes frolicked the surface. Whatever was causing the turbulence was either very large or very angry.
Suddenly, the white man's head shot out from the water followed by a blood curdling scream.
Ming and Sui's eyes went wide as the beast in the river pounced from below and dragged the helpless white man down into the murky water below.

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http://mrhappymac.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/mountainlion2.jpg

[_sam12]

"I could see the thirst for my blood in her eyes. I know that she is gonna tear me into pieces in no time. Not even in my dreams I thought I am going to end up this way. All those family budgets for our summer trip and official pressures doesn't seem to be a big problem after all" as his mind blabbered things in fear, jack took one step back.

She roared, like a thousands of thunders altogether. " I never thought I am gonna end up this way. This is it. The very last minute or maybe last second of my life. Oh dear God! Please do take care of my family.Sara I will miss you. I am really sorry for my brutal behaviour these days. You should marry someone who deserves you. I will miss you Katie and Tom! You are the best gifts God ever gave to me. " he cried in a low voice.

Suddenly Jack heard a sound of bullet being shot near him. She gave Jack a look like "MISSED!" and ran into the woods as fast as she could.

http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq85/kkk_kkk_bucket/cute-baby-girl_1.jpg

[Zombified]

So glad someone has finally posted in here! I love this thread. If nobody else writes a description, I will.

[_sam12]

So glad someone has finally posted in here! I love this thread. If nobody else writes a description, I will.

waiting for your post....:cool:

[DragonBear3-2NJ]

I'll pick up,

Laying eyes on her for the first time, he admired how the light form the open door shimmered in her brown eyes as she peeked over the rim of her crib. Her red hair was in pigtails held together with pink ribbon to match her little dress. "Only two years old and a fashionista already" he mused to himself. He set his gear bag down and walked over to his daughters cherry oak crib. "Hi sweetie, I know you don't know who I am yet, but Im your father" he whispered lovingly. His wife leaned against the door frame admiring his crisp uniform as he held is daughter for the first time.


this outta be :) (Had to put a space in the http to be able to post it)
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