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Christmas Contest

It's time for our annual Christmas contest! :xmas: Contest Rules Theme: The Love of God In your own creative way, express what it is like to love God and Him loving us.  After all, Christmas is about the love of God! All entries must meet our standard criteria described in the journal on our profile (Christ-centered or Bible-based, and members only). You may submit as many entries as you like but concentrate on quality and content, try to touch God with the expression of your art. All categories of art will be accepted. Submit your entries to the folder "The Love Of God" The contest will end December 25, 2017.  Watch the countdown

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Punk Harley Quinn

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Literature

This Is Our Pride

RED The blood that pumps through my veins with every beat of my heart. The reminder that every moment I am here is a gift from God That I am one of the lucky ones, I make it to my tomorrow each day when so many haven't. Red is life, my life. ORANGE The light of dawn and dusk, and the encouragement that I can make it. It is the colour that can shine through the haze of tears when the world bears down on me. It is a reminder that I am not broken, and the hurting smiles as we take our stand hand in hand. Orange is healing, strength through the pain. YELLOW It's the sun that rises to signal the end of those dark nights. The warmth that washes

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The Year of the Rat 16: The Impermanence of Things

By the time I started back to the metro for Hoboken, it must have been six o’clock. I was up only thirty dollars for the day. It felt like coming home after a long day of menial, minimum wage work: very unrewarding. I made a beeline for Frank Sinatra Park, but when I arrived I saw that Nicole wasn’t there. It was already evening and the sun was going down. I concluded that she must have gone to a cafe or convenience store, maybe back to the condos. I walked past the storefronts, scanning each one for a sign of her. But, so far as I could tell, she wasn’t in any of the stores. I was getting tired of walking. So, at about sev

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