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"I would fain have been loved, not feared," murmured Beatrice, sinking down upon the ground.--"But now it matters not; I am going, father, where the evil, which thou hast striven to mingle with my being, will pass away like a dream--like the fragrance of these poisonous flowers, which will no longer taint my breath among the flowers of Eden. Farewell, Giovanni! Thy words of hatred are like lead within my heart--but they, too, will fall away as I ascend. Oh, was there not, from the first, more poison in thy nature than in mine?"

To Beatrice--so radically had her earthly part been wrought upon by Rappaccini's skill--as poison had been life, so the powerful antidote was death. And thus the poor victim of man's ingenuity and of thwarted nature, and of the fatality that attends all such efforts of perverted wisdom, perished there, at the feet of her father and Giovanni. Just at that moment, Professor Pietro Baglioni looked forth from the window, and called loudly, in a tone of triumph mixed with horror, to the thunder-stricken man of science: "Rappaccini! Rappaccini! And is this the upshot of your experiment?"

This is yet another version of a picture I had done a while ago based on the story Rappaccini's Daughter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I love this story for some reason, I remember first reading it in Senior Literature and getting attached to it.

Entry for , story contest.

I have no clue why I have been entering lots of contest, probably partially because my sub runs out in one month, and because I haven't in a while. Also I keep getting inspired by them so..*shrugs* what can I do.

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Dead Flower-

Description
"I would fain have been loved, not feared," murmured Beatrice, sinking down upon the ground.--"But now it matters not; I am going, father, where the evil, which thou hast striven to mingle with my being, will pass away like a dream--like the fragrance of these poisonous flowers, which will no longer taint my breath among the flowers of Eden. Farewell, Giovanni! Thy words of hatred are like lead within my heart--but they, too, will fall away as I ascend. Oh, was there not, from the first, more poison in thy nature than in mine?"

To Beatrice--so radically had her earthly part been wrought upon by Rappaccini's skill--as poison had been life, so the powerful antidote was death. And thus the poor victim of man's ingenuity and of thwarted nature, and of the fatality that attends all such efforts of perverted wisdom, perished there, at the feet of her father and Giovanni. Just at that moment, Professor Pietro Baglioni looked forth from the window, and called loudly, in a tone of triumph mixed with horror, to the thunder-stricken man of science: "Rappaccini! Rappaccini! And is this the upshot of your experiment?"

This is yet another version of a picture I had done a while ago based on the story Rappaccini's Daughter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I love this story for some reason, I remember first reading it in Senior Literature and getting attached to it.

Entry for , story contest.

I have no clue why I have been entering lots of contest, probably partially because my sub runs out in one month, and because I haven't in a while. Also I keep getting inspired by them so..*shrugs* what can I do.

Woman-
Bench-
Garden-
Waterfall-
Dead Flower-