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Let it Snow Contest
1st Place
2nd
3rd
Robot Contest
3rd place
by `Synfull
First Place: Love Letters On the Train by =RosaryOfSighsx.
Found"You're nobody."
"No one"
"Nothing."
Lost in worlds of 'no's and nothingness
Searching for
"Somebody"
"Someone"
"Something" to see inside
I looked back and found:
Me.
Mermaid Bones - a beat poemContent notification: Sexual assault and eating disorders
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones that they could wish on
to beach myself on the sand reaching for a reason to say "no"
No.
I will not make sandcastles out of sandwiches, and pick at the entrails of the jellyfish noodles on my plate on the first date with puberty that said
"you will now be endowed with an oyster set with strings of pearls that hang heavy round your throat li
God's MorticianIt wasn’t as if Thomas had known what to expect; it just that he hadn’t expected, well, this. He read the obituaries every Sunday out of a mixture of habit and morbid curiosity – or as he liked to call it; “professional interest”. At least that’s what he told his wife, anyway, when he noticed her brow furrowing, or her lips puckering into something dangerously close to resembling a pout over breakfast. She didn’t like dead people; his “clients”. She didn’t like hearing about embalming, or caskets, or hilarious anecdotes of “you’ll never believe the cosmetic work I had to do on this corpse today! The man’s accident left him without a face!” and the like. And she never visited him at work. “It’s one step above grave-digging if you ask me. It’s mortifying being married to a mortician!”
Thomas wasn’t much of a conversationalist. He didn’t much like people, and they didn
Second Place: There He Goes Again by *nightshade-keyblade.
A Middle Age SingletonThe princesses are rescuing themselves now. All the handsome knights are gay. What's a man to do?
....
Oh, great. The last dragon in the world just got slain.
That does it! I'm moving to another century.
Huh? What's a MySpace?
A Middle Age SingletonThe princesses are rescuing themselves now. All the handsome knights are gay. What's a man to do?
....
Oh, great. The last dragon in the world just got slain.
That does it! I'm moving to another century.
Huh? What's a MySpace?
Third Place: Strangely Fulfilling, Like Rabbit Hearts by =AzizrianDaoXrak.
A Farewell to the Mosquito that Eats at My Heart1. Do svidanya
Underbrush sprouts only in spring but I have felt in my heart
familiar new-bud prickles, and feared your hemlock heart.
It is still winter, dear who will only ever be a fleeting deer.
In hunting-season, you were a fleet and antler-crowned hart.
Winter is another kind of desert, white like feathers, not for
weddings—tree-boned fingers make only cages for hearts.
I try to imagine snow as dandelion tufts, try to picture you
like linden blooms upon my eyelashes, upon my muddy heart.
But neither of us is so gentle, deer, and it is the deadly winter
that will poison us, that white-washes our fleet-footed hearts.
Pretty is no freckled face like marshes, no browned body.
It is a winter, a desert, the smoothness of your iced heart.
Deer, you are tail-turned, pale and too beautiful for summer,
for my brown and bumpy marshlands, and my over-full heart.
The old queen anne’s lace of my summers is brittle and brown,
fit neither for a bouquet nor for your crown
Though Afraid of Wolves I Seek Your Forest Hearti. My mother used to say
if you’re afraid of wolves, don’t go into the woods.
I never listened. I used to imagine
my blue winter-fingers through your hair—
a pack of wolves through the trees,
hungry and searching.
ii. These days I tend toward a kind of prophecy for my mental health.
I miss when you used to read the future for me.
I found the slow deliberateness
of your fingertips along the turquoise backs of my cards
soothing.
iii. I have begun to learn a new language
so that our hearts might speak directly to each other,
ventricle to ventricle, as they did once on my blue bedspread
(but not as I’d have liked them to).
iv. My chest cavity is a dwarven dark,
indigo and mountain-deep.
Some days, my heart can manage
little more than cobalt ore
from earth crevices, hammered and cold-tempered.
v. I am nearly married to someone else.
On my wedding day, I will be a queen—
an azure beast wrapped in cloth,
an organ pumping someone else’s blood.
I lack bridal
December Buddha IIDecember cracks open like hazelnuts,
browned and dried from the November fires,
and brings with it the reminder to
live the forest that I am:
smoky and sprinkled with sage.
North Carolina Decembers are sunny enough—
they long for a quiet buddha-winter,
white and soft,
for someone to remind them that life
does not end with the New Year,
that time is a hazelnut, curling in on itself.
That it is my roots, a twining forest network
going on forever.
In the spring, I am not the forest fire.
I want a stream for floating hazelnuts
and will answer all your riddles with my cryptic
sage-answer: "time, time, time."
But I am no rain-buddha,
no gentle water-creature or river,
born, as I was, a tight-curled hazelnut;
I remember my tree roots,
and in summer I breathe red
Colorado fires over my landscapes.
The softening mackintosh flesh marks my passing time:
it still remembers which of the forests was its home,
remembers that the roasted hazelnuts were its brothers,
and it pines for the gentler spring
Endorell-Taelos's Winter OC Contest:
Literature category winners!
In Second Place is...
Sadly, the 2nd place winner chose to remove their entry. As a result, the entry has been withdrawn and the second place prize goes to...
~angelicpersona with her entry:<da:thumb>
WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND
Walking in a winter wonderland The sound of feet crunching the snow could be heard clearly in the still night air. The moon was nearly full, and it made the ground seem to glow as it was reflected back. The figure walking alone in her dark green cloak would have been easy to spot if anyone was looking for her.
Elreth was on the prowl for a meal, but having fed the day previous, Aylsa had decided to take a walk rather then join him. She enjoyed being close to nature, and having the freedom to do as she chose, rather then waht her maker wanted all the time.
She had been walking for about half an hour when she stopped suddenly. Pushing her hood back, she blinked incredulously. There, not twenty feet from her, stood an evergreen, covered from top to bottom with small, shiny, multicolored balls. Wrapped around the tree was some sort of flimsy rope, in gold and silver.
Slowly, she approached the tree, and carefully reached out to one of the balls. Upon touching it, it moved and jingled, and the jum
Exploring EmotionsThe elf girl sat by the fire, pounding chunks of lime into a fine powder in a mortar and pestle. Picking up a bit between her fingers, she tested the consistency. She ground at it for another minute or two before deciding it was right.
Picking up the mortar, she carried it to a table and poured the powder over some soft white fat. Stirring the powder into the fat, she hoped she was doing it right. She had seen her aunt do it a few times, but she did it with dried flowers and berries.
Holding the mixing bowl at her hip, she went to stand before the single full length mirror in the small hut owned by her and her mother. Reaching down, she dipped her fingers in the mixture and closed her eyes before smearing it on her face.
She took a deep breath, held it for a few beats, and then opened her eyes. Her reflection showed a white smear across her grey face. She grinned wide, her white teeth no longer so shocking.
Setting down the bowl, she set about covering her entire body with the wh
Felistrae's heartbreak Felistrae sat at an open window in her room. In her lap lay an abandoned project, and she stared outside. A few birds passed by, but she did not see them. She was focused on her own thoughts, so very far away from Darnassus. Her hand fluttered down to her now empty womb, and she choked on a sob. How was she going to tell her beloved when he returned home? Tell him that the baby she had struggled so hard to hold on to was no more.<da:thumb>
"Felistrae...," a low voice came from the door. She turned to look, and standing there was Myrdinn, her commander and friend. He looked defeated. He still wore his armor, stained with mud, and his face was lined and drawn. "Felistrae, I don't know how to tell you... I'm so sorry," he said. He didn't need to say what he was sorry for. She knew.
She felt a part of her die, and looking down at the ground, two stories below, she would have just tumbled out of the window, if it weren't for the arms that wrapped around her,
FIRST PLACE!
`mirz-alt with her entry:
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Congrats Michelle!
Visual Entries!
In Third Place is...
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CAN WE BE FRIEND?
In Second Place is...
=Gnewi with her entry:
Winter Contest Entry : )
In First Place is!!
*DragonRider3 with her entry:
Shy princess, elven wizard and moody creator
Congrats Anastasija!
Macro Photography Contest
SOON!
Create a PLZ contest winner is....
*dully101 with:
PLZ hunt winner is....
~NyanQueen who made only 1 mistake.
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And the grand winner is....
`Mirz123 
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Congrats to for winning in the chatroom
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Congrats to for winning in the chatroom
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