"That girl had a passion. She was setting the world on fire, fighting each of her battles single-handedly, and winning. She had dreams she wanted to achieve and places she wanted to go, and we took her there. We put flames upon her shoulders and stars in her hair and sent her on her way; she'd been through hell and back, in the most literal sense, but when she shook our hands and walked away we were left with the memory of the biggest, whitest smile ever to touch a human face. And what a tragedy that was, for everyone knew that, sleeping behind that perfect expression, was a past we hadn't had the chance to uncover."

Hunter Linar | 15 | Author | Digital Artist | Realist
I've been writing since I can remember, and drawing for nearly as long. Only recently (and by that I mean within the last three years) has my work begun to satisfy me. I reside comfortably in a tourist town in Colorado, and the knowing of people who admire my work is truly the most exciting thing I have ever experienced. I owe so much to my friends and teachers for helping me get to where I am today, if given five minutes I would spend four and a half thanking them.

Constructive criticism is always welcome, so never be afraid to leave any. I run an art blog and, obviously, an overproductive idea factory within my own head. Leave a comment, I'd love to make a new friend.