Submission (#3393) Approved

Silly March writing submission yahoo
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The Festival of Creativity. Bones was unsure if she had ever heard of this sort of event before, but it intrigued her. Cartin had invited her to watch the events unfold, and she was unsure of what to expect. However, as she entered the festival, she was met with an amazing sight. Many different Terraliens were showing off their talents, on-stage! She felt slightly envious at the confidence they had, and could only imagine how long it must have took them to perfect their craft. With Cartin by her side, she decided to take a seat at the back of the room and silently watched every single one of the Terraliens' performances unfold. One terra showed off their latest art pieces, one read their finest literature, and one even started showing off their music abilities! After the show ended, Bones got up to look at the festival's art gallery. There were different types of art styles in each psrt of the gallery, with many different cultures involved. It was pretty huge. Bones wondered if she could ever get enough confidence to show her talents in such a way.
She stumbled upon another section of the festival. One side of the section had intricate sculptures a few artists decided to show off. The other side displayed small carvings of different materials, like wood, clay, and stone. She was very fond of the types of art mediums that she saw. Looking at them reminded her of her home, as they had a texture that reminded her of the rocks close to her home. Having a lot of large rocks where she lived, it inspired her in a way like no other. As she began to leave, she spotted Cartin not too far from her. It made her think that maybe it reminded Cartin of a memory as well, but really, they were probably just admiring the structure, as well as what they were going to eat after this whole thing was over.

The Festival of Creativity began to end once the sun began to set, but Bones silently took her leave a little bit earlier. The moment she got home, she was experimenting with as much rocks as she could find. She started with smaller rocks, before moving to ones that were more medium sized. She carved them into the right shapes with a precision she did not know that she had, and soon she had made a small rock figure of herself. It looked much better than the other attempts she did. "Maybe I can get better." She thought. As she put the figure next to her sleeping spot, she looked at it with admiration. As she layed down, her thoughts went back to the festival. She dreamed of having enough confidence to go up on stage, to meet artists that shared the same interests as her. To learn from them and to be known for what she could accomplish. "Maybe next time." She said to herself, before drifting off to sleep.