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Our Special Place by *XxKitsuneShinobixX:iconXxKitsuneShinobixX:

Categories Digital Art > Drawings > Landscapes & Scenery

©2008-2009 *XxKitsuneShinobixX
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Do you remember that hideout your father made, specially for us? I do. It's far in the huge field behind the old barn. We were so small, It seemed like such a long distance to walk. I remember we took pillows and blankets out of our houses to furnish our small dwelling. We would then sneak our plates and cups from dinner out to pretend with.

I also remember the day we pretended to get married. The ceremony was held in the barn, with rings I made out of straw. I remember sticking my tongue out when you said we had to kiss, and that you wouldn't stop giggling afterward. I didn't understand why. Then we ran all the way to the little wooden house, laughter sounding throughout the air. When we got there, you had said that I needed to be a good husband and find food while you cleaned up the house. I brought back apples from the trees in the huge field, and we ate those for dinner. Whenever I came through the door, I would enthusiastically greet you with a "Honey, I'm home!"

Then one day, while still pretending to be married, we found that abandoned fox kit. You didn't want to leave him, so we kept him as our "baby." We would feed him milk from home; and our parents didn't suspect a thing. They just thought we were drinking alot of milk. Luckily, though, your parents let you keep him. Mine never would have. 'Boys would need something like a dog,' my father would say. Even though we ended up getting a cat.

Our wonderful pretend life lasted for years. I think we were about ten when I had to move to the city. Neither of us knew how long it would be for, so we didn't worry. It was just school, right?

Now here I am, seventeen years old, stepping out of the bus that I took to visit here. My parents said that I could move back here once I was old enough, so I wanted to see If there were any houses for sale.

But that wasn't the only reason I came back.

Nothing here had changed much. This little farming town was still as small as ever. The thought made me smile. I walked past my old house; It had been painted. It looked nice. But I kept walking, for the immediate destination I had in mind was in the huge field behind the old barn.

It was still quite a walk there, but it didn't seem as far away as it used to. The tall grass brushed my knees as I neared the place we called our home so many years ago. I paused when I reached the hideout. It was still the same (if not a little smaller), save for a small hole in the roof streaming in light. I smiled nostalgically as I pushed aside the blanket we used as a door, noting that I had to duck ever so slightly to get in.

Then, I saw you. You were sitting on the floor next to the same fox we had found, petting his fur. He was now grown, and his fur was graying in places. But he wasn't the only one who had grown. Your blond hair was now down to your waist; and you still wore it down, just like when we were kids. You were wearing a new light blue dress, that was always your favorite color. But what caught me was how much more mature you looked. Instead of the little girl I remembered, you had turned into a beautiful young woman.

"Honey, I'm home." Your head whipped around to face me, immediately lighting up with one of your lovely smiles. You threw your arms around my neck in a warm hug.

"you're back! Oh, I'm so glad you're back!" You said, tears starting to form in your eyes. I hugged you back, missing the feeling of your hugs. I felt the fox nudge my legs; I guess he still remembers me.

You then looked at me, your big blue eyes glistening.

"There's... something I've wanted to tell you... for a while now." I tilted my head in confusion. But then the next thing I knew, your lips were pressed against mine. I was officially the happiest man alive.

We put on our old straw rings again, and pretended we were married. We took care of our "baby," and cleaned up the house.

And we were happy.

Because this was, is, and always will be,

our special place.




Art and story © XxKitsuneShinobixX

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=Zero-00X Aug 20, 2008, 3:24:23 PM
Fun with the grass tool eh?

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*XxKitsuneShinobixX Aug 20, 2008, 3:40:44 PM
I try to post something really deep, and that's what you notice. :\

I don't think anybody likes it, anyways. )=



... But yes, I did have fun with the grass tool. =)

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=Zero-00X Aug 20, 2008, 4:24:33 PM
yeah, the grass tool is fun. . .

I'm pretty sure that the story was deep, but I don't have a long enough attention span to read anything over 5 lines of text.

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~digicutie Aug 20, 2008, 5:19:28 PM
D'awww that is the sweetest Short story I have ever read~! :,D
And the picture is just like how you described it as well, lovely job~:heart:
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*XxKitsuneShinobixX Aug 20, 2008, 9:59:52 PM
Thank you so much!! I've had this Idea in mind for a while, and I might do it with photography if I get the chance. :3 I'm glad you liked it!!~ :hug:

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Idiots certainly don't understand art, un.

I am Native America in ~The-APH-Gang!
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*XxKitsuneShinobixX Aug 20, 2008, 10:01:36 PM
I'm surprised you can read for THAT long. :]

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Idiots certainly don't understand art, un.

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=Zero-00X Aug 20, 2008, 10:17:14 PM
lol

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Mood: Love ~ywithboys3 Aug 21, 2008, 2:35:18 PM
... firstly ... I really and enchanted by the different textures of things - the grass, the sky, the hut, the purple cloth at the door... I think the mix of textures, rendering and perspective highlight the story really well - how part of it comes from a chilhood memory and part of it is emergent adulthood.... and the story has so so much going on in it... very much reflecting all the changes in your life, bursting open as it were.... I wonder if the male lead is your projection or a projection of some idea.....and then of course, I have to acclimate to the fact that you are writing about kissing ~lol.... really really awesome
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*XxKitsuneShinobixX Aug 21, 2008, 2:57:51 PM
I've had this idea in my head for a long time, and I finally got off my lazy arse and did something about it. XDD It's something I'd really like to attempt with photography. =) My favorite part to write was the childhood part, just the innocent thought that nothing can ever go wrong. X3 And I don't actually know why I wrote it in the boy's perspective, I just thought it'd be more fitting for the story. In all truth, I don't usually write in first person; it's not necessarily my favorite style. But again, I thought in this case it suited the story. :lol: And yeah, I'm not to good at writing kisses.. :blush:

Thank you very much for your lovely comment!~ =)

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Idiots certainly don't understand art, un.

I am Native America in ~The-APH-Gang!
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