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Tell This Story by JaimeIbarra Tell This Story by JaimeIbarra
Rather than write my usual explanation of the photo, I am inviting you to invent your own story to accompany this image.

It needn't be very long (unless you just feel like writing a lot...which is fine), and on Friday, March 2nd, I will choose my favourite of the entries submitted. The winner gets a high-resolution desktop wallpaper, made from his/her choice of one of my photos posted here on DA :)

Your entry must be posted as a comment to be considered for the contest. My message inbox is hopelessly backed-up, which means if you send it to me as a note, it is not likely going to be seen by me.

Entries that consist entirely of quoted material will not be considered...the point is to make you write your own words.

Crank-up your creativity...and good luck!


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In other words, don't steal...make your own.
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EvelinaBrzozka Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
Funny is, some time ago I took very similar selfportrait :) But I had so little space I hadn't a chance to make the right angle and take a really good shot...I love this one!
Babou-Shka Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2013
Nice, interesting, I like the mood
Metlina-chan Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I thought your works look familiar... And I was right, I've had this one among the pictures I'd like to draw for a while :heart: But never got to ask you for permission, so just in case I decide to try it - do you mind if I draw this one?
Hadriel45 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2012
love the rain <3 and love your shot. it's interesting
mfrzans Featured By Owner May 28, 2012
kissme-imthelea Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2012  Student Writer
Noooo! I missed this one! If you promise to give your fans more write-your-own-story challenges like this, I promise to check your photos MUCH more often. This seems like such a fun thing to do. I'm genuinely bummed out that I missed it.
LuxProfundi Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Your work with colors is SO fantastic! I love it so much!
niflone Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2012
theGabx Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2012
Que bonita niña
ArtandEmotion Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
This isn't a story for your shot, but rather a compliment... as an aspiring Photographer, I am literally in awe of the emotion and life you capture in your work... The editing technique is Awesome... but really the feel of your work is what gets me... Amazing!!
Bananarchy Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2012
"She had always wondered what would happen if you blew bubbles the other way."
Wotan64Walhalla Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2012
great work
Lady-Vanessa Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Just wanted to let you know that I love your work and that I featured this deviation in my (somewhat anonymous and unkown) journal!
exquisiteoath Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2012  Student General Artist
Beautiful composition. I won't jump in on the competition as I missed the deadline, but it's a great idea and a lovely image to go with it.
popandroid Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2012
oh it's already past the 'deadline' oh well hehe, i wanted to wait to think of something original...hope whoever 'won' was inventive:)
XakariSL Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2012
I let him walk away. I looked through this exact same window as he walked away, slamming the front door, never to come back. That small moment in time, one misunderstanding, one decision, a moment's hesitation... I still sometimes sit by this window and just stare at the lonely street, imagining how different things would have been if i had gone after you that rainy sunday night.
gingerbier Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is beautiful.
CarolinaGiani Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
This shot makes me think of this:

I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie.
I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985.
I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
dyingsillhoute Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
the droplets are washing away a past opening a new refreshing beginning with new passions and and no fears. complete trust to jump into the unknown. stability in the refreshing newness that the droplets have brought on..reaching out ready and strong.

i loved the picture.....all your photographs are amazing and i always look forward to them. ^_^ thank you.
Herzogin-Der-Nacht Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2012
Will we get to find out who won?
shure-as-shidt Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2012
Here is my shot!

Back in New York, there was a photography convention in Baltimore that (name) and I decided to go to one day. On our way home from the convention, she told me about this amazing Burger Joint about 15 miles off the main Highway, I figured that we had made such good time so far that we might as well go and enjoy a nice burger for dinner.

Around 9pm, a storm came through and started a torrential downpour, that for some reason refused to let up. So hoping to beat any road closures, or even worse weather down the road, we decided to pay the bill and hit the road. About 10 miles into this deluge, we came across an open field full of cows. One of them, stupidly decided to stand in middle of the road right around a sharp curve. In an effort not to hit the cow and die, I slammed on the breaks and hydroplaned right off the road. My car, landed in ditch that was inconveniently hidden by a large burme on the side of the road.

So here we were, about 10 miles from anywhere, no cell service (of course!!!) in the worst rainstorm in years. Knowing that we would just have to wait it out, we climbed in the back seat and nestled up under a blanket together playing scrabble on my phone until we fell asleep. Around 7am the next morning, I hitchhiked (about a mile, of course) to this farmhouse and used their phone to call a towtruck. We rode in this tow truck back to their (really nice) shop to have my car looked at. They told me that it would be a few hours to replace whatever the hell was wrong with it. So we decided to hit the town, I got into the backseat to get my cam when she climbed up on the car and looked at me through the window, she mouthed the words

"That guy looks like the angry one from Deliverence!!!"

I laughed like crazy for almst a minute, before i realized how amazing she looked through the water covered window. I took out my cam and got this ONE shot before she realized what i was doing. She was LIVID!! Until she saw the pic, and only then did she say,

"you know, you are quite a talented pictaker!" to which i replied

"thank you, you are quite a funny quiptalker"... she punched me in the gut, though to this day, I still maintain that she did it affectionately...
em--Photography Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2012  Student Photographer
She's the outcast
And even though her beauty is eminent
She can't help be to feel so alone and unwanted
The stars barely show
Through the overcast skies
And though a wall of rain
They try and understand why she's here
Why she's alone
Why she's hurting
Why each night the tears fall
Take a look at her past:

When she was younger
She was left alone
She was the dorky little girl with glasses
She paid attention in class
And even though she was only 10
She took every advanced class possible
Her parents
Were never satisfied and pushed her farther
Stress was the only emotion she ever felt

Three years down the road
She still tried to be the best
But nobody understood why
She'd lost the glasses
She gained the braces
Anything that could be said was said
And so she stopped eating
And cried herself to sleep each night

Now it's her senior year
This one dark night
The rain has been falling for years
Her life planned out for her
But she has nothing to live for
She reaches out to the cold world
And all she can feel
Is the pain of a wasted life
No one can catch her
No one can save her
No one
About the girl who tried to be perfect
Until she was no more
Ronja-S Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
I think she is lying on something so it's a bit unlikely that she is somewhere in public. But I don't know where in private you have such a huge window or glass plate. Maybe it's not even a window because there is no window frame... I have actually no idea :) I wanted to write a "realistic" story but I'm just too confused by the photo.
So I write a story that comes to my mind by seeing this one. Her black dress looks like an evening dress so this is what happens in my fantasy:

The woman went out. She planed it for a while, bought a new dress and tried different make up. After being single for over a year she really deserves some fun. That evening she took none of her friends with her, instead she wanted to meet some strangers. Maybe some new people in her life. Some change. She went under the shower, made her hair curly and used some makeup. She watched her beautiful new dress before putting it on. She was excited.
A few hours later. She met a man. A really nice man. Very gentle and polite. She was really attracted to him. They danced, they talked, they laughed. They simply harmonized. He suggested to bring her home and she appreciated it. On their way they got a bit silent but they did not walk in an unpleasant silence it was more like two people who get along without talking everytime. It was a bit rainy so they could not see any stars but it was also romantic to walk under the same umbrella holding hands with him. On her door they were both not sure how to behave. Should she invent him in? But would he say yes, Gentleman how he was? Suddenly he leaned forward and gave her an innocent goodnight kiss and exactly this little moment made the decision. They were not going to spend the night together but they would see each other again. And exactly in this little moment the rain stopped, too. She smiled when she closed the door behind her and walked straight to her bedroom from where she could see the street through a huge window. The man still stood there and smiled when he saw her face again through. They waved their arms until he turned around to leave. She touched the cold glass as if she was hoping to feel his warmth one last time. His silhouette faded in the dark. Her bed suddenly seemed to big for her. Now she was questioning if it was right to let him go...
enigmaticsmile Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
There were so many things about the rain that people liked, but she was different.

The sullen dark souls of the world reveled in the gloom-bearing gray clouds that always ushered the drops from the sky. In the eyes of those who saw the world, or themselves, as dirty and tainted, rain water served a cleansing, baptismal purpose that spoke of a new chance for all those blessed to have encountered it. Many of the lonely hearted longed to hear the telltale tapping on their roof, a sign that the world still functioned and that something divine cared enough to send a soothing sound by which they could sleep.

But for her, the girl with imagination still nesting in her eyes, the inscriptions left on glass panes by angled drops and backsplash held the true nature of living. In their patterned fragility, waiting for inevitable evaporation, the small bits of liquid life told the stories of their travels and showed the shape of the stars she would never see. It was her secret romance to spend the time reading each clear note. She spent spring showers engaged in trysts with wonder.

It was in these ignored collections of Earth's fallen mead that she felt the braille pattern of existence: to live, to fall, to rise again and be.
KitJunkie Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2012
Although that little voice is screaming to her that I’m out here, waiting, wanting, she ignores its plea, afraid of the joy she might find amidst the gloom. Not all good things have a pretty package, nor do all bad things possess an ugly visage.

She has yet to follow that voice, only giving attention to the shallowness of the skin.
heartMelinda Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012   Traditional Artist
and she watched him drive away.
DearNeko Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
"The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So, we sat in the house.
On that cold, cold, wet day.

I sat there with Sally.
We sat there we too.
And I said
"How I wish we had something to do."
- Dr. Seuss, The Cat in the Hat
devilicious Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Professional Photographer
she watched them walk away in the rain
Truffignon Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Before i read about your proposition of inventing our own story for this picture, i've allready got some feelings and memories from it.

It makes me reminding the Wong Kar Wai film called "My blueberry nights" with Norah Jones and Jude Law.

So, i'll quote something in particular from the film that fit for that picture. =)

" It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side. " _Elizabeth

Hope you like this connection... ^^'
SoConfrontational Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
She is longing to go out and dance in the rain and cleanse herself, but she is trapped inside by responsibility and social normity.
andrewlawart Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
...they were lost out there, my heart screamed with the torture of not knowing, my head swam with the emotions i just wanted to poor out and tears... the rain was doing enough for both of us...
FiskXPhantom Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Student General Artist
Well done!
Figolina Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
Hi, I tried to match the story with the one in nature as I believe everthing has an answer there. I hope you like it.

"This is the story of a caterpillar who swapped her life with beauty and freedom..!

And after long painful days in a dark cell, she opened her eyes to a rainy day. She was looking at her new face and new life through the rain drops with a curiosity! And now it was the time for freedom and she was ready to pay the cost! Before she takes the final  step through the last unvisible wall between the life and dead, mostly curiosity and the proud with a few fear were written on her beatiful face!! "
Virtu-Imagery Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer

Endless drops of water,
falling from the sky
as moments shared with you.
Endless drops of water
falling on my window
as reflections of you are in each one.
Endless drops of water,
Falling on the my heart
as memories of you haunt my soul.
Endless drops of water,
falling from the sky
in season or out
will always bring about
just little pain,
Like drops of water,
In an endless rain.
..................Gene Lewis; 02-29-12

And of course, A beautiful composition.
JCNProductions Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Professional Photographer
opiumtraum Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
A tap-tap-tapping- I almost thought to myself at my chamber door- a Poe moment, me, stupid from sleep, waking up to a tap-tap-tapping. Rain. It had been raining, still was, but rain normally has a less insistent rhythm. Focusing on the source, the window, bright with lights reflecting off of all things wet and she, hovering there at the second floor window, managing to stay dry beneath the eaves. In dreams there's that unreal moment that tells you you're dreaming- this would be one of those moments...her eyes slide to the side of the window, the ancient lock on the old, lead-paned window. Not so much tapping now, as drumming with her fingers, which fills the room with amplified noise, & through the percussive noise I hear a humming- the dryer downstairs still spinning away...& a sharp, metallic clicking. I touch the empty space at my throat...a quick film in my head-

Me in the kitchen, the gift from my Grandmother dangling perilously over the disposal. Me, being careful & responsible, slipping the delicate chain over my head & putting the traditional symbol of the wonderful old lady's faith in my pocket...

Not the pocket of the pants I fell asleep in- the other pants, spinning with the crucifix downstairs in the dryer.

More than once, my Grandmother would see me scoping out girls, her "sixty minutes" tsk tsk tsk, in my ear, her eyes rolling behind the backs of the girls I brought home- so old-fashioned, but she had my best interests at heart. She's dead, but just before the reaper took her, she'd seen my eyes following the trajectory of a brunette and she'd leaned in and told me the time would come when I'd have to make a very serious decision- Let the right one in.

The girl hovering at the window, tapping, drumming, the room throbbing, my head ready to explode, erratic tic-tic-tic of the crucifix in the dryer, the girl's eyes sliding once more to the window latch. I've seen this movie. Let the right one in.

Still, I'd thought my Grandmother was talking about into my heart.
AwwItsReni Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist
I have no story, but fridays my birthday! :D

Perhaps however, shes at a window on an obviously cold, wet day peering out to see if her significant other has arrived yet with flowers for HER birthday.
BlackListPandora Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
DJBIG Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
Well she appears to be outside due to the lighting but she isn't wet so to make things fit right in my mind I've placed her in at a bus stop. One of those with the all glass surround to keep out the weather while you wait. She's lying there waiting to take the usual ride home when she notices a stranger walk by. Her gaze is an odd mix of desire and a bit of hostility. This, I think, is because she has noticed, not a man, whom she may desire but a woman. Another woman who maybe is much better off than this girl. She has money, the perfect husband, whatever, and this girl is envious which has brought out some hostility but at the same time she tries not to feel this way. She also has the feeling of hope and happiness because she knows that some day that could be her and she wont have to wait in this stupid bus stop anymore.
mau Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
"Learn the rules well, so you can break them effectively."
-Dalai Lama XIV

I don't think I can win because these words aren't mine, but they are some of my favourites and I like the idea of this image as a literal representation. Simply sharing, I suppose.
Zelliaind Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Student Photographer
I'm sitting on the subway, waiting for the train to get on down the tracks, this is the third stop and I'm in a hurry to get to work. I knew I shouldn't have sat down in front of the TV after I got up, this always happens...curse my short attention span.

I'm pretty sure this guy next to me thinks I'm some kind of evil genius with a bomb planted somewhere. I keep checking my watch like I'm waiting for something. Oh man I hope he doesn't call the police on me, I don't think I could take much more crap this week...better yet I hope my boss doesn't fire me.

The train is slowing, another stop?! Good grief, I'm not going to make it to work on time at this rate...oh, a pretty girl got on the train and sat down across from me. She's pretty, but seems to be distracted. She keeps staring at the floor like she's thinking about something very deep.

Oop, she looked up and saw me staring. What to do, what to do...uhm...check my watch again. Bad idea, I'm late for work. Maybe if I look up--nope she's still staring at me. Man I'm bad with women. What do I say? Hi? No, no...that's way too short. 'Hi, how are you?' way to cliche.

"Are you late?" she asked with a smile. "You keep checking your watch like you're some kind of evil genius with a plot."

I must have looked stupid, she read my mind...she giggled.

"I, uh, yeah...I woke up late, watched TV--"

"Oh my gosh! Me too! What channel were you on? Was it a re-run of Friends?"

I'm going crazy. She's not really here and I'm talking to a subway seat.

"Yes, actually, it was."

The train is slowing, another stop? Seriously? I check my watch again. The doors open and more people file on to the train.

"Hi, I'm--" she starts to say with an outstretched hand...I look up to the sign briefly and realize this is my stop...the doors are closing!

"Sorry, gotta go! This is my stop!" I flip my coat on quickly and run out the door. As the subway doors close, I realize she was trying to introduce herself. I turn around quickly to the window and see her looking through the condensation on the window. She points to her pocket, and then at me. I reach into my coat pocket and pull out a neatly folded piece of paper with her name and number. She smiles briefly before placing her hand on the window as the train pulls away. know what? I'm not worried about getting fired now...I'm just thinking about where I'm going to take this lovely girl to dinner tonight.
GleamingGrin Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I vote for this story :)
phoenix-hunter Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
Rebecca loved the rain. She'd never felt it, but she knew how it would feel. How it must feel. Cold and all encompassing, wet and clean. Inside this cell was all she knew, her entire life locked away. She knew that to go outside would mean her end, but nevertheless, she still called out for the rain to wash her away. The glass that separated the two taunted her as she pressed her fingertips to it, begging it to move out of her way. "Safe Within" went the mantra she'd been fed through her childhood. "Safe Within." As she watched the clean drops of cold wet beat on the window outside, she wondered. How could this be so dangerous? What didn't they want her to feel? She knew that just as she longed to embrace the rain, it was trying so desperately to reach her as well. It beat harder on the window, calling her into the world sure to be her end, and her heart soared. . .
iliumleather Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
MagicMan3K Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012
A very beautiful expression. Very nice work. :)
tsegi Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Professional Traditional Artist
Very lovely
Merlinmagic09 Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Sainokyo Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my god, This is truly Beautiful!
Falifer Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Love this photo! Can't wait to see who the winner is! :)
Goodbye my dearest love, and good luck.
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