(Edit) CONTEST - extended deadline~

Yoyoyo! I've decided to extend the deadline a wee bit to the 10th of January

I failed miserably at working out when I'd be free from my assignments
and so it turns out I'm rushing to get all my work out the way before I get assessed on the 9th of Jan
Though after that I'll be doing nothing and that would be the best time to judge the contest

That and some people have messaged me about how busy they've been to enter with all the coursework/homework they've had for the holidays, so I guess extending it a lil can give them a chance to enter  ^^

So yah. Sorry bout that guys =u="


Contest Theme



Rules
- Both artists and writers can enter
- You can post unlimited entries
- You can also post as a writer AND an artist if you wish
- Fan art can be incorporated into your work
- Your OC's can be used as well
- In your description you should vaguely write how it's connected to the contest theme
(in case it's not obvious)
- Nudity/Hentai/Yuri/Yaoi is not allowed because there may be youngsters here
- Post your entries in the journal comment section or on my page so it can be judged
- Be nice and play fair! *doh*

Prizes
Both an artist and a writer will be chosen as the winner/public choice winner so that it will be fair to both parties
I cant offer you guys anything too fancy =u=" buut here are the prizes on offer~

1st Place:
- A free drawing of your choice by me
OR
- A fully detailed illustration by me for your novel/writing
- A llama + watch by me
- Feature on my journal for... ages XD
- A chibi drawing of your choice by
- A chibi drawing of your choice by
- A chibi drawing of your choice by

2nd Place:
- A backgroundless chibi by me
- Llama + watch by me
- Feature on my Journal

3rd Place:
- A backgroundless chibi by me
- Feature on my Journal

Public choice winner *will be voted on in a poll*
- A backgroundless chibi by me
- Llama + Watch from me
- Featured on my Journal
- Animal/People drawing, Llama and Watch from



If you can't join then I will really appreciate it if you can contribute something to the prize list, may it be a watch or a llama. Oh you can also note me if you're interested in becoming a judge

Current Entries
:thumb332771514::thumb266845750: Why did he leave her?Platinum moaned into her hands as she stood by a pond in a park. The weather was miserable and it match Platinum's mood. She moved slowly, uncovering her scarred face. Tears rolled down the right side of her face, from her right eye. They ran down her cheek, and then dripped off her chin. She wasn't even bothering to wipe them away, as she knew that they would only return. Walking over to the closest available bench, her movements were lethargic. The bench was soaking, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered to her any more. She sat slowly, bringing her knees into her chest, almost as if she was cuddling them to preserving heat. But that wasn't the reason... her pain was just easier dealt this way. Against her knees lay her forehead; which was hot from a fever. But she didn't care, her heart was unable to care. Her right eye continued to cry, but her left eye, covered by a scar, was devoid of all emotion. The clouded eye would have cried if it could; so the tears could mix with the rain :thumb327703708: It Shall Be Mine (1 shot contest entry)You probably don't know me. What am I talking about, of course you don't know me, you just met me…and this is crazy, but I'm kinda unhappy so I'm …..gonna tell you a story.
If you thought I was going to sing you some weird version of a song, you're wrong! Anyways, my name is Frank. Its nothing special, actually quite boring, and I don't like my parents for giving me such a name. They shall pay… somehow… one day! I'm 8 and have been told I have the mind of a super villain. This isn't in regards to evil plans or anything like that. Its just that I hold a grudge about things for far longer than I should. My former friend at school said I am revenge minded. Well we'll just see about that come April Fool's day! Muahahaha. Oh, I did that laugh thing again didn't I? Maybe there is something to this 'evil' thing I keep getting called.
So, back to my story. I was watching TV yesterday and my older brother came into the room, picked up the remote, and CHANGED THE CHANNEL! It was my favorite show The Phoenix and The Valkyrie (read comment first)There was a phoenix who found himself dying near Valhalla. He'd been there before during his many lives, yet had never died there. The phoenix knew his time had come once again, and proceeded to be consumed by himself. This time however, he'd noticed something different. He was greeted in the passing moments between death and rebirth, by a Valkyrie.
"I see there is a phoenix here. Most unusual"
The phoenix replied, "A Valkyrie of all creatures shouldn't be surprised at the existence of a phoenix."
"its not that I doubted their existence. I'd just never met one. It's not as though I get to know those I carry to the other side. It is a one way trip." replied the Valkyrie.
"it doesn't sound like much of a life, meeting people all the time, yet befriending none. Oh well, we shall meet again Miss Valkyrie." The phoenix said as he departed to his next incarnation.
Many dozens of years passed and the phoenix again found himself near the end of his life. He thought to pay Valhalla a visit agai Shattered Ice, Festering WoundsShe studies her face in the mirror; frigid turquoise eyes stare back, imitating the blank eyes of the dead. A sheet of white fabric floats idly around her black hairline, framing her pale, angular face. Absentmindedly, she brushes the cloth away before pressing her toughened hand against the glass, watching her mirror image do the same.
At least I have you.
Indecision lies in the curling of her youthful fingers, the worry of her lowered brow. Without a word she pulls the spider’s web of fabric over her face- an obscuring, shielding veil- and examines herself in the mirror.
Do I look the part of the jubilant bride?
She eases her lips into a masked, shy smile. She feels naked, though she’s wrapped in swaths of fabric. In the mirror, she resembles a doll dressed up in layers upon layers of heavenly snow. Just a mannequin, perhaps; a mold, practice for reality.
Maybe he won't notice.
Pushing herself into motion, she mechanically makes her way out of her roo BeyondSometimes, during those odd moments of spare time here and there, I’ll take a moment to study my hands. Twin appendages, born from the same mold with the same crooked complexity. Ten white, spindly fingers that crouch like spiders legs, or perhaps mimic the animal’s iridescent webs that shine after a refreshing autumn rain.
(Just a skeleton of a life now past. A forgotten remnant- a trinket souvenir- of what once might have been.)
Freckles are scattered across my skin like sparks from an untamed fire. As a child, I believed them to have a hidden meaning- like the stars that sprawled so far above my head that I’ve never yet seen. I would make constellations, memorizing them and tracing them uncountable times and rejoicing as soon as a new star appeared.
(One settles on my pinky finger, another nestles in the crook of my thumb. They have to mean something, so perfectly placed.)
On the undersides, miniature Grand Canyons make their way across the expanse of my palm. S

Thank you to all those who have already participated! And sorry again for the inconvenience guys =u="