#devART-Writers Contest Results!


Hello dearest members and visitors!

Finally a means to an end! Myself and *iammemyself have decided to close up the contest so here is the official blog for #devART-Writers Second Contest Winners! There will be one overall winner and two winners for both second and third places. If you didn't intend to enter the contest well... you entered as soon as you submitted to the Contest 2 - 2012 folder I must also apologize for the lack of prizes but this is all we could come up with at such short notice. Our founder, ~Hurts-Like-Heaven has been inactive lately so that is why we are closing it up. Hopefully she is well and comes back soon Now without further ado, here are the winners!!!

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First Place:

    =amalia-x

         

Prizes:

50 courtesy of !Kymira12
Journal Feature courtesy of !Kymira12
+Watch courtesy of *iammemyself
Llama courtesy of !Kymira12 and *iammemyself
One Constructive Comment on a Deviation of Your Choice courtesy of !Kymira12

Second Place:

    ~ploekje13                       =Keko-Meko

          If I grow up"I want to be a doctor."
It had been a simple question that the nurse had asked me and I had replied with an equally simple answer.
One that would most definitely please her and hopefully would stop her from lingering on the subject.
She exchanged the almost empty sack of medicine next to my bed for a full one and smiled at me.
"Really? Now why is that?"
Another simple question and once again a million thoughts ran through my head.
"I want to make children like me better."
Her friendly smile turned into one of sympathy a she gave me a small pat on the shoulder and left the room.

I did it.
I had told her exactly what she wanted to                       Hostage MindAllow me the pleasure of telling you the truth;
of your beloved little reality.

The curtains that blow and billow such as the limbs of a willow,
the curtains that gather and flow over your sleeping form,
they are nothing more than tattered fabric,
hanging limp and suffocating your room.

Moonlight that filters lushly around your fortress from out the clouds,
the moonlight that touches silvers jewels and shines of them,
it's nothing more than feeble, watery rays,
occasionally sneaking in through those torn drapes.

The vibrant colours of the outside woods,
the colours that shine of autumn and spring and warm things,
they are merely

Prizes:

20 courtesy of !Kymira12
Journal Feature courtesy of !Kymira12
+Watch courtesy of *iammemyself
Llama courtesy of !Kymira12 and *iammemyself
One Constructive Comment on a Deviation of Your Choice courtesy of !Kymira12

Third Place:

    *dagoth-jeff                       !LauraBeez

          Eye of The Sandstorm
Your eyes, they put me far outside, I've searched the realms so far and wide
I've been across the seas and lands but none could match those eyes worldwide

Mark my words in this decree, it matters not if you agree
When you look around with orbs as pure as rich mahogany

Such beauty, far outside the norm; they told me of a heart so warm
I'm helpless when engulfed; behold that eye within your own sandstorm

Coffee, chocolate interweaves; the cave of Ali Baba's Thieves:
Earthen-deep, a copper mine like dark October leaves

Rustic helm of Anteros, whose beauty unto all engross
Take pride, my dear; there's not one mortal that comes close.                       :thumb324229444:

Prizes:

20 courtesy of !Kymira12
Journal Feature courtesy of !Kymira12
+Watch courtesy of *iammemyself
Llama courtesy of !Kymira12 and *iammemyself
One Constructive Comment on a Deviation of Your Choice courtesy of !Kymira12


Special Mentions:

show them (what you're made of)i'm flesh and bone,
without a home
it's not the same,
when you're alone.

i wrap my heart,
inside my chest,
protect it like,
an army vest.

oh, what is love
i'll never know…
run up and down
an empty road.

oh, what is trust
i wish i'd heal
my heart is glass
my ribs are steel. memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.

I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.

Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?

What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie PerfectionismPencils scratch
Over white
White
Paper.
Smells of ink,
Still warm from the printer.

Choose the best answer
It says.
The best.
Not the three that are good.
The best.

We are brainwashed;
There is only one right answer
To life.

Success is only measured in one way.

Filling in a bubble:
Right or wrong,
We are turned into points;
Small black circles.

But that is not life;
There is not always one right answer.
There are good choices
And all right choices.
There are bad choices too,
But we are not defined by them.
We can change our minds,
Change our path.

Some paths may be better than others,
But we can still be successful Rose on a grave.Was it just yesterday that you left my life?
Every minute feels like an eon
And every breath hurts like a knife.
Will I make it to the dawn?

Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sorry
For not being there when it happened?
Dear God, will you tell her that story
About the lost ship and the angry captain?
Dear God, will you sing her to sleep
Every night that she's lonely?
Dear God, will you tell her to keep
In mind that she's the one and only?
Dear God, will you tell her that I wasn't mad
When I didn't pick up the phone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sad
And that I'll never leave her alone?
Dear God, will you tell her tha The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.

I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.

Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!

At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.

It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them

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Congratulations everyone!!!

Winners who receive a comment from me, please send a link to the piece you want a Constructive comment on in a and please include what you would like help/suggestions on and I'll do my best