Paint my OC...winnersAnd here are hardly expected winners from our Paint my OC contest (official contest article). There are 6 winners from two categories, so that means there are twice 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. Each winner will get many awesome prizes. There were so many amazing entries that it was really hard to choose winners (winners were chosen by me and my sister). Semi-finalists you were able to see in this journal. All other amazing entries you can check on buttons below of this journal.
Here is the list of judges who selected 10 semi-finalists from each category. All semi-finalists you can check in this article.
Artificial Angel Novel Prologue RewrittenTorrential rain pelts down all around a tiny girl as she flees barefoot down a forest path illuminated by tiny shreds of moonlight that pierce the branches above. Each step she takes brings her closer to collapsing from exhaustion but fear drives her beyond her natural limits and she continues through the darkness with no true direction. Her brown muddy cloak weighs her down greatly but without it she'd succumb to the unrelenting storm long before her pursuers could catch her.Artificial Angel Novel Prologue Rewritten1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tracing her every step is a platoon of savage knights who would stop at nothing to present their king with the trophy of the hunt; the cold lifeless body of the girl. Unlike the girl the knight's horses gallop with haste but their sheer size restricts there movement in the dense forest allowing the girl a more even playing field.
Despite this the armour clad leader of the knights creates a new path with his steed barbarically disregarding his surroundings as he tramples everything between him and his targe
CharlotteMy sister played the violin.Charlotte1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As twins, you'd expect me to love to play it as well, but the exact opposite was the truth. I despised musical instruments down to my deep recesses of my soul. When we were children, on our sixth birthday, our parents allowed us each an instrument and the years of lessons to learn to play it decently. I chose the piano. She, of course, chose the violin.
Even in those days I loved to hear her practice. Her fingers possessed a quality like no other, that was able to tame the screeching beast she held in her hands into a songbird that sang of love and happiness, filling the entire household with joy. It was a gift.
My chosen instrument remained as a screeching beast. In fact, the only time it was not screaming was when I was no where near it. My fingers, instead, were clumsy, unsuited for channeling raw emotions into a hunk of wood. My sister, however, only blossomed in her talent.
By the time we were fourteen, she was able to move audiences with whatever emot
We Are DoctorsWe Are Doctors2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The shovel bit deep into the earth, dislodging a chunk of dirt before it was whipped over Mark's shoulder to land on the pile behind him. Again the action was repeated, it had been done more than a hundred times prior and would doubtlessly be done a hundred times more. The sun displayed its anger with a hundred degree temperature, no man digging ditches this day would have it easy.
Mark stood straight at the sound of a car roaring down the road in the distance. Taking the sharp incline cautiously, he made his way to where he could see. Off in the distance he could barely make out the dark blob of a vehicle hidden behind the heat waves rippling from the asphalt and the ocean mirage.
"Here comes another one," Mark said. Joey, who had been digging just a few paces from Mark grounded his shovel and wiped the sweat from his brow with the shirt he had slung over his shoulder.
"That's three in two
I never did like DollsI never did like DollsI never did like Dolls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always so prim and proper
In their miniature alligator boots
and their Gucci bags.
They would stand at the ready
With their coming-out-of-the-shirt breasts
And their shorts so high
like that hooker at the corner of 64th and Clove.
They act like they're everything
You want them to be
And they convince themselves in the long run
They're happy with who they are.
And I never was
Speaking of those dolls you buy in the stores
But of those ones that are not ever ten feet away
Writer's BlockI've hit the wallWriter's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've reached my limits
I can't go much farther
It won't let me
I am stumped in what I want to write
Or maybe I don't know how to write it
It gives me frustration
It's a bad time for you to stop now!
Sitting at the desk
With a pen in my hand
I stare at the blank paper
It's been blank for over an hour!
Or maybe we have the computer turned on
With a white document
And a cursor that goes
Blink, blink, blink
The ideas do come and go
But they come at the worst times
When I can't write them down
And go when I do have the chance to copy it down
We have all been there before
It's a very common place
It'll creep around the corner
That wall we like to call "writer's block"
Linking Sue Song.We always complain about the Sues... but how do the Canon feel?Linking Sue Song.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here's the perfect song to describe it; especially when the character is paired with multiple canon at once.
Eve 6 - Think Twice.
Come around, I'll let you feel the burn.
Think twice before you touch my girl, come around no more. She spreads her love, she burns me up. I can't let go, I can't get out. I've said enough; enough by now, I can't let go, I can't get out.
Wait till the day you finally see I've been here waitin' patiently, crossin' my fingers and my T's. You're cryin' on my shoulder, beggin', please. What is it you really want? I'm tired of asking.
--- And the best bit? This:
When I showed up and he was there I tried my best to grin and bear, and took the stairs but didn't stop at the street and as we speak I'm going down. 'Cause she spread her love and burned me up.
For me, this song is about the guy blaiming it all on the guys coming around, but he finally realises that it's not them - it's her.
NothingI'm nothingNothing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a no one
a grain of sand amongst the shadow of society
I have no one
I live for no one
I'm that one girl no one remembers
the fuck up
the violent type
the one people look at and whisper under their breath
"I'd hate to be her"
I'm that song you can't remember the name of
blanketed in a fog of obscurity and namelessness
the fleeting face in a crowd
or the villain with no face from your dreams
I have no friends
I'm the red and white bobber at the end of a line except I have a crack
and when I go down I'm sure as hell not coming back up
What are friends for?I wanted to be a poetWhat are friends for?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what I writes not great
Hold it, maybe an artist
but I'm not good with acrylic paints
I wanted to be a doctor,
but I can't handle blood or gore
I wanted to be a dentist
but no someone you abhor
I wanted to be funny
the girl everyone likes
but turns out it take s a toll on spirits
and diminishes the might
I wanted to be sober
oh but the chemicals I can't resist!
I'll have a fling I told myself
but there is so much that I missed
I wanted to be a friend
but it's harder then I thought
and even though I tried my best
you're the one who taught
me that being close to people is harder than it looks
no matter what they say and preach in any "self-help" books
so good bye to bonds goodbye to memories for they are gone and dead
guess there's nothing left to do but put a bullet in my head
ClicheWhy can't I have a hollywood style kiss,Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then run with slow motioned glee through the sun struck cornfields to you?
Arms a wide.
If we're lucky it might rain and we can kiss again.
You're the prince charming not arrogant or vain.
You're not, not you its me.
So why don't we go west to the black and white sunset like on a 1920's boulevard?
Set that gramophone away.
Happily ever after, must go I feel the need to be popular
But in the end I'll discover the moral of the story and still be me.
Ouick my pumpkin carriage awaits.
It's all a bit predictable.
Watch out for that banana skin!
I mean childhood sweet hearts never grow old,
What sweet elixir must they take.
Sweet Romeo?Where for art thou?
Happily ever after?
Wait, I've got something in my eye.
Ghost Girl"I love you"Ghost Girl4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what I always thought.
"I love you"
Is what I hoped he thought.
To this day,
I don't know anymore now.
This and that,
Sucked into illusions,
Failing to find conclusions,
What is this?
I'm not alive.
What is this?
He can't see me.
Is what I am.
Not much has changed.
Everything is still the same.
Is what I always thought.
"Please see me,"
Is what I always wanted.
Guess now I'm just going
To have to bare with this.
I am a ghost,
Walking through me,
Everybody just steps on me.
Not much has changed,
Everything is still the same.
"Take my hand,"
Is what I'd say,
But even if he did,
He'd go right through me.
A lovely face,
A lovely soul.
A pretty day,
Full of pretty lies.
An ugly day,
Is what I always lived.
That I was just pretending all along,
I just hope,
I still have a chance.
I hope that he just listens to me.
Sun and MoonRadiant dances races across the starsSun and Moon4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun and the moon, a shining
They tango, waltz, foxtrot and more..
But all we see is them soaring high
For possession of the sky
But that is not the way it goes
They are lovers, dancing to and fro.
Entangled in love's sweet embrace
Gracing one another with lover's tastes.
Yearning, burning, for each one's kiss
Yet reaching, they miss
Unable to be in each other's arms
They simply follow one another hearts.
day 4. never abandon someone in needA wispy fire lit up the bare Fooji fields, the moon hiding behind suffocating, bleak clouds. Most of the group was reunited by the fire, enjoying Lloyd's cooking. The blend of spices and vegetables was a little off, leaving a strange taste in the Chosen's mouth. His hair wrapped around his shoulders in cherry-red cascades, the contrasting warmth and chills in his body vaguely dulled his senses. His teeth sank into another piece of meat, devouring the meal absently.day 4. never abandon someone in need4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
For as long as he allowed himself to remember, the only cooking he sampled was the King's chef's. Every dinner he attended in seemingly good company was a chore, much like tonight. He found more heartache in siding with the otherworldly travelers than he ever did before. He judged them too light-hearted and trusting for their own good, fighting for the greater good while overlooking their own sufferings.
They defeated Volt in the late afternoon at the cost of a comrade's life, albeit a ridiculously taken-for-granted comrade.
Things I Wish I Could Tell Reviewers . . .Things I Wish I Could Tell Some Reviewers Without Looking Like a Total JerkThings I Wish I Could Tell Reviewers . . .5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Why don’t you write it for me since you obviously have more free time than I do. Plus, once I update, I’ll probably not hear from you until weeks after, telling me to update again, if at all.
This sucks, scrap it.
Scrap your attitude first and tell me what sucks or else I’m not going to learn, but with that attitude, I’ll probably just ignore you entirely anyway.
This and that are totally unrealistic! Try doing this instead.
Thanks for letting me know, and I’ll work on improving, but is there anything I did get right?
Your spelling is fine.
R u sr aboot tht!
This is great!
Thanks. Is there anything in particular that you liked?
No, not anything specifically.
So, this isn’t great, it’s just OK. Is there anything I can improve on so this story would be great?
No, nothing in particular.
SHD 102: Aggressive ShadowmancyPotentially Problematic PotionsSHD 102: Aggressive Shadowmancy7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long days and long nights, Elton had spent studying his craft. After having missed his first assignment he knew now was the time to take charge and prove himself something more than a slacker. Of course a great deal of the issue was more his sudden inspiration to pursue hexing and potions despite his initial choice to enroll in the shadowmancy courses. He'd spent a large portion of his time in the library, engrossed in countless books unrelated to his current field of study. Perhaps he'd continue on with that for which he had a natural affinity... but he was eager to branch out when the next semester rolled around. Of course, that first meant passing all of his courses. This being the case he'd spent days trying to perfect the shadow tendrils, focusing on the darkness around him with concentrated eyes, his mind struggling to warp and manipulate his shadow into a more useful shape. The first day he'd accomplished nothing, the second he'd
originlet Nature be your teacherorigin8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her cold fingers nurturing
a synthesis of dispassion
with a mother's affection
let Nature be your teacher
with ruthless instillation of instinct
a release of primal urge
impulse overrides politesse
let Nature be your teacher
to learn the law of living
an uncorrupted ultimatum
gathering of intricacy and simplicity
let Nature be your teacher
strip away enlightenment
complexities of civility
becoming undomesticated desire
let Nature be your teacher
surrender to be reshaped
resurrection into baser carnality
to revel survival as key
PerseidsThe shards of glass flounder through the skyPerseids11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a measured grace.
Cascading through the velvet night
Before they are erased.
I imagine that they are birds,
That flew out into the dark.
A firework show unheard
Performed by sky larks.
They tear up in an atmosphere,
Whose guards set them alight
Like embers from a fire,
That fill the black benight.
Seen is a brief flicker before they fade,
Into the glossy ink above,
The wound left by their blade
Forgotten and healed up.
The Mary-Sue Complaints Checklist IndexWelcome to The Mary-Sue Complaints Checklist! Got a complaint about a character trait, or a plot device? Maybe it's more of a writing style pet peeve. Come on in and read why these specific "traits" aren't necessarily "Mary-Sueish" or "bad writing".The Mary-Sue Complaints Checklist Index1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before you read any farther, it would probably be best to read my "Mary-Sue: Who is She?" series first before reading any of these because my definition of Mary-Sues are quite different from anything I've read by anyone else. I'm quite open-minded, so if you have a gorgeous, powerful character with a tragic past, I would accept it without automatically declaring it a Mary-Sue.
These are the chapters I have written or am planning to write. If I have submitted the subject, I have put links in this index itself, so just hover over the subject you want to read, and click on it. If you feel I have missed something, by all means, let me know and I'll either add on here, or I'll make a guide for the "Mary-Sue: Who is She?" series.
Belief.Three days agoBelief.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I longed for snow
Which I have never really seen
It never came
Two days ago
I spoke aloud
To no one, really
Into the air
Asking Jack Frost
If he were real
And telling him that if he were
To show me
I awoke to a chill
And strode to my window
Placing my fingertips
Against the pane
And imagined it covered in ice
It never came
But this morning
As I looked outside
And I stepped out to walk
I saw frost on the grass
Dragon TrinityThere is a dragon on my notebook,Dragon Trinity1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Embossed in shiny red.
And what I can't remember,
He will keep inside his head.
The dragon that lives upon my skin,
Keeps watch from on my back,
And if I get in trouble,
He will guard me from attack.
The dragon that hangs around my neck,
Is from my favourite place,
And when walls start to close me in,
He will take me to that space.
Each one has its role that it must play
Together they are united.
For it is hard to break a stand of three.
Their strength is unrequited.
They keep me, guard me, and protect me,
A sentinel trinity.
With them I can do anything,
My strength, infinity.
And if something should get past them,
They will help me heal.
That's why I laugh when people tell me:
"Dragons are not real."
Letter to draculaMy lord,Letter to dracula1 year ago in Letters More Like This
I hope everything is going well in Transylvania, hopefully there are no vampire hunters rising in the nearby villages, or anything bad that could possibly harm you, my lord. How are your wives? I sincerely hope they are doing well.
However, I have terrible news for you. Have you heard of the Twilight series, written by Lady Meyer? I certainly hope you haven't, for it is a series of terrible novels, with the main characters being a vampire who sparkles like the diamonds found on necklaces of princesses when exposed to the sun and can't even transform, or drink the blood of a human being, and his love, a girl possibly even more boring than a bowl of porridge. It is a disgrace to all vampires everywhere, and ruins your great species.
Please do not try and kill them, I'm pretty sure that followers of the cult Crepusculum would probably try to stake you. The followers are absolutely insane and are almost indestructible. Even though others, such as myself would appreci
Never Let GoLook, my darling, past the trees and skyNever Let Go1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It can barely be seen with your little eye
But I know in your mind, it burns so bright
It's presence lives in you day and night
As we grow older, it fades to grey
And all the memories made slowly slip away
Don't let that be you, no matter how hard it seems
Never let go of the land of your dreams
Just a Normal Little Girl A doctor and his patient sat in a small office, separated by a desk, and surrounded by terrible, depressing, generic health care decor. The paintings were each of browns and tans, with dashes of a disappointed green; the plants had never and would never live; the office was well lit, and displayed the “seen-better-days” carpet and the ratty old couch that had situated itself against the wall that also contained the door. A plain black clock hung behind the doctor, to the left of a tall shelf, and the time was three past eleven in the morning.Just a Normal Little Girl1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
To its credit, however, the office did look the part of an office that tried very hard to be cozy, relaxing, and accommodating, and achieved it only in that it was not a clinical and shiny room that smelled too much of what the doctor’s brother called Sick n’ Shine, that typical scent of blended illness and powerful cleaners.
The doctor leaned aw
Goodbye and Hello, I'm Going HomeGoodbye, one simple wordGoodbye and Hello, I'm Going Home1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet so hard to say
No matter what language, what tongue
It all means the same
Goodbye to my country
That's treated me so well
I may not have been born here
But that's just as well
Home is where the heart is
I have made my life here
Seems like I've been here forever
When it's just been a year
Our blood may not be shared
But the memories are
They will always be family to me
Even living so far
To all those strangers that
Became my best friends
You're my true family
A bond which won't end
To this all
Goodbye must be said
Even though it's not the beginning
It's sure not the end
Hello, a simple word
So easy to stay
Not so easily said
After being away
I have grown and matured
Found my true self
Family and friends back home expect
The same as when left
Going back to my old life
A shell of what I once was
Maybe saying hello will be
Harder, for once.