Alright, I've finally gotten around to decision making. You guys really made me smile with these entries. That being said, I had a VERY generous deviant to donate an absurdly wonderful amount of points to this contest at the last minute. He's asked to remain anonymous, but with his help I was able to increase all the prizes AND give y'all who submitted an extra wallop of points just for giving the prompt a go. This made me ultra happy because I had such a hard time judging, and really felt all of y'all did such a good job. Make sure to scroll all the way down because there's another epic awesome contest to enter hosted by the ever-so-lovely LiliWrites
Without further yapping, here we go!
1st Place -- 1,000 Points:
2nd Place -- 700 Points:
3d Place -- 500 Points:
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Annnnnd, just for funsies, I've added a few extra ways to win.
Best Drawl -- 250 Points :
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Most Facetious -- 250 Points:
(I made it very clear that no one
was to use the word stardust,
but she had to prove how well it
can be used. Harrumph.
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Most Colloquial-fied -- 250 Points:
Honorable Mentions -- 75 Points:
And just because, an extra 25 points to everyone else. (:
Wear BootsOur ants are meaner than your ants are mean;
Mini volcanoes scar every lawn's green,
Each mound of dirt spewing six-legged fires,
Red and black armies of acid and ire.
Forced ResponsibilityShoulders collide as we
walk a line that stretches
beyond frost and delicate
glass expectations;
the discontented hum of the masses
exacerbates headaches caused
by the ever-rising tide of
a standard of living.
Is it really too much to consider
that the things that are spinning out
your patience on a broken spool
are the very same things that
save rubber and spokes from disaster,
and your heart from rupturing
under the pressure of forced responsibility?
SaltwaterI was born of the sea,
And, no, that's not a metaphor.
My mother could see the ocean
From her hospital window
Just as her mother could,
And my father's mother could
Long before her.
But before we had found our home,
We came from deserts and forests
And had to follow the aching moans
For waterwaterwater
Straight to the sea:
The whispering and soothing sea,
The roaring and ripping sea!
And she is what binds us:
Her gritty bits of sand grinding between our teeth,
And her salt in the crevices of our collarbones
We craved these before we came,
And we will crave these after we leave
Because saltwater washes through our veins
And that's not something easily forgotten.
Seasons Turningi)
There’s a laugh from the farmer
“Here, if you don’t like the weather…
Wait five minutes.”
ii)
The air, it tastes like decay,
The spring melt has arrived.
Find things thought long lost,
And things better not found.
Everything turned to slush today.
Take off your wet shoes at the door
And stare at the faint green of the grass.
Soon, you’ll feel the sun.
The air, it tastes like decay,
(Just the start of something new).
iii)
The air, it tastes like thunder,
In the dead heat of the summer.
Wear the weather like a weight,
Waiting for skies to open and rain to fall
But not today, no not today.
Dip your paddle in the water,
And glide over the water
(In one lake in half a million).
The air, it tastes like thunder;
You’re a long way from home.
iv)
The air, it tastes like frost
In the beginning of the autumn,
(The leaves are as red as the apples).
Which is worse, snow or rain?
Perhaps we’ll get both today.
Open your door
And stare out into the f
coming here is coming homeI remember coming back;
the sky was clear and I
was plastered to the airplane window
staring at mountains rising up beneath me
with a strange fascination,
as if I'd never seen them before,
as if I'd not noticed their wild beauty
while living among them,
all those years.
I remember feeling like coming home
was at the same time discovering
this very home; mountains, lakes and cities
from above, and from below
the mountains are growing even higher
the lakes are stretching wider
the cities are spreading apart, and I was
seeing it for the first time all over again,
discovering how it's so heart-achingly
beautiful, I never want to leave for good.
I remember getting swamped
with stereotypes at the airport;
someone yodeling, and cow bells
(the sound that wakes me in those
summer mornings I spend back where
I grew up) in the background,
and my family, pressing a square flag
in my hands in red and white (as if I could
have forgotten what it looks like).
Let me show you a picture book,
back from
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Lili's Contest!
Theme: Period Drama
Prizes: AWESOME
Deadline: November 30th
LOOK FOR YOURSELF:
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She is one of the loveliest people
on this entire site, so yeah, enter
on those grounds, at least. Also,
the contest seems like it'll be tons
of fun. DO IT. (: