Along the forgotten shore, the hermit lived by what the sea surrendered. Each tide brought offerings — driftwood, rope, a battered wheel, a chest filled with trinkets of other men’s journeys. He gathered them all, not for wealth but for the stories they carried, pieces of the world he no longer...

The sea had its moods, but the old sailors were never without company. One gull perched proudly on a shoulder, settling in as though he belonged. Another circled overhead, carried by the breeze. The men smoked their pipes and traded stories, half listening to each other, half to the bird, who...

The old fishermen stood proud with their catch while the gulls squawked and shuffled for a share. One man tilted his head, eyeing the line. “So,” he asked slowly, “what’d you use for bait?” His friend grinned, holding the fish a little higher. “Velveeta cheese,” he said. “Works every time.”

The fisherman had barely lifted his line when the squawking began. One pelican flapped and strutted, claiming the catch as his own, while the other sidled closer with a sly glance at the bucket. The old man only shook his head, a smile tugging at his beard — they’d rehearsed this dance a hundred...

The day stretched wide and unhurried, where the only sounds were the soft rush of waves and the wings of gulls overhead. She lay beneath the shelter of her parasol, eyes half-closed against the golden light, as a sailboat drifted lazily along the horizon. In that stillness, with the sea and sky...

Boats, worn by summers past, rested quietly on the shore while another drifted gently at the dock, rocking with the rhythm of the water. The lake mirrored the sky’s soft glow, rose and gold folding into one another as the sun sank low. In the stillness, it was easy to imagine the laughter of...

It was the kind of afternoon that unfolded slowly, with no rush and no demands. Out on the bay, the men drifted in their boat, oars dipping lazily into the water. On the dock, the ladies sat shaded beneath a parasol, their conversation as soft as the breeze. Along the shore, the children knelt...

In the stillness of a snowy morning, she stood by the fence, bundled in her warmest coat, the crisp air painting her cheeks a rosy hue. Behind her, the old barn stood quietly, its red paint softened by a blanket of frost. The horse, a trusted friend, leaned over the fence, his breath visible in...

On the edge of a snow-blanketed hill, two figures stood hand in hand, their breath mingling with the frosty air. Ahead, the village glowed warmly, its steepled rooftops blanketed in soft white. Above, fireworks painted the night sky with vibrant bursts of gold and crimson, each explosion echoing...

It was 80*F here in North Texas yesterday. It felt more like spring than the end of December, so I had to create a scene with lots of flowers! Here's the story to go with the picture: Clara stood within the heart of the story, her fingers brushing the soft feathers of a dove as sunlight danced...

In the heart of an enchanted winter forest, where snowflakes shimmered like stars and golden leaves whispered forgotten songs, she found solace beside her guardian. Draped in a coat of celestial patterns, the bear exuded a quiet strength, its presence a shield against the icy winds. As she...

In a world where winter’s magic held its breath, two siblings perched on a colossal book, its gilded pages glinting faintly under the pale, snowy light. The frostbitten tree behind them mirrored their solemn thoughts, its branches adorned with tiny frozen orbs that seemed to pulse with stories...

The swans in the Winter Whimsy kit are exquisite! Thank you Lynne and Cheryl for creating such a beautiful kit!

I made this background (using AI( a while back, but wasn't sure what I was going to use it for. When I saw this girl in the Winter Whimsy kit, I knew she was perfect for this background. Easily finished the page with wordart from the collection.

"Under a starlit sky blanketed by snow, Santa stood by his sleigh, carefully reviewing his "Nice List," which shimmered with festive greetings from around the world. Beside him, a cheerful elf nestled in the sleigh, keeping watch over a tower of brightly wrapped presents destined for joyful...

Under a starlit sky blanketed by snow, Santa stood by his sleigh, carefully reviewing his "Nice List," which shimmered with festive greetings from around the world. Beside him, a cheerful elf nestled in the sleigh, keeping watch over a tower of brightly wrapped presents destined for joyful...

In the heart of the whispering woods, where birch trees stand like guardians of ancient secrets, a family of foxes lingered amidst the snowy hush. The air was crisp, alive with the faint murmur of winter mysteries being carried on the breeze. A cardinal darted between the branches, its scarlet...

In the heart of the whispering woods, where birch trees stand like guardians of ancient secrets, a family of foxes lingered amidst the snowy hush. The air was crisp, alive with the faint murmur of winter mysteries being carried on the breeze. A cardinal darted between the branches, its scarlet...

As the starlight bathed the snowy forest in silvery glow, Celeste performed a graceful ballet, each movement echoing the serenity of the night. She wore a gown studded with stars as if stitched from the heavens themselves. Her translucent wings shimmered like frost-kissed glass, carrying her...