Winners have been found & announced; congratulations!
Thanks to all participators - don't remove this from your Favourites yet;
Donators have signed up to give you llamas for being part of my giveaway~
Slowly but surely 2012 is ending - things will end, others will be begin, which means:
Yup, I'm doing another giveaway and stepping up on the prizes once again
Further more, there are extra chances to gain points~ and free features too, of course!*The Prizes:
1st place - 110 points (1 winner)
2nd place - 60 points (2 winners)
3rd place - 30 points (4 winners)
4th place - 15 points (10 winners)
- and a llama from me to every participant!**Total sum: 500 points for 17 people
*prizes might get updated
So, how to join? All you have to do is;Just this journal
so that I know who has entered
It's as simple as that, nothing more, nothing less, which mean you do NOT
Watch me (because once you unwatch me, my fragile heart will break!)
Create a journal about this (simply because I hate doing that myself)
Give me a llama (but if you decide to give 1, you'll get one in return)
Fave any of my works (only do that if you actually like what I make)
You don't even have to comment (but getting some would be nice...)
(if you want, you can read more about the rules here: fav.me/d5lzm1w
January 1, 2013, I'll use a random selector to find the winners (hence, no personal preferences will be given)**I can't give llamas to those I already gave one - sorry about that!~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Want a chance to earn more points? Then help contribute to the prizes! Read on;
If you give llamas to all 17 winners, I'll give you 5 points CLOSED If you give llamas to all participants, I'll give you 10 points CLOSED If you donate art, I'll give you 10 points per decent piece*** CLOSED
To contribute, either write a comment on this journal or send me a note.
I'll then add you to these lists here (unless you want to be anonymous):
Llama to only the winners:
Llama to all participants:
Will donate art piece(s):
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-***I shall be the judge to decide what's decent - you won't make an effort, you won't be rewarded
And please do not try to fool me for some cheap points - I will be checking you before giving!~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
And last but not least, the FREE
feature! Just comment here with a link or thumbnail-code to your favourite artwork - it can be of any media.
1-2 feature suggestions per person, it can be your own works or a friend's. I'll be updating this journal until the winners of the giveaway have been found.FREE FEATURES:
Angel of BlissTwas after an exhausting day,
she sleeps in peace and comfort.
Done are the day's duties...
done are the day's challenges.
She need not worry about dismay.
She need not worry about distress.
She has someone to refresh her soul.
She has the Angel of Bliss.
Every night, her angel appears.
Every night, she has a friend.
Every night, the angel comes to say
that she is forever protected in her wings.
She appears before her eyes
with bright white wings,
with a bright radiant smile,
with an assuring soft voice.
Her wings, so beautiful and bright,
radiating blissful white with a touch of gold.
They appear so soft, so secure,
so peaceful to be wrapped in.
She gently wraps the dreamer
into her gorgeous shining wings,
bringing her other-worldly comfort
and a warmth so radiant and strong.
As she is held in the angel's wings,
she watches as golden sparkles
fly off of the angel's wings
and gently tickle her.
She looks as the angel radiates
the most beautiful colors of her aura;
reds, yellows, greens
Witness: Fire From the AschPOV of a 14 year old mill girl who works at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory where she spends more than 12 hours at a time sewing shirtwaists for a low wage.
It's late afternoon.
Work's almost done.
I am shutting off my sewing machine,
when I hear the cry.
It's repeated several times.
I see the blaze,
it's on the other end of the floor.
We all rush for the doors.
I reach them first.
They are locked.
I can feel the heat
from the flames.
I start sweating.
My hair sticks to the back of my neck.
I can't breathe.
Coughing, I fall to my knees.
I feel a draft of cold, clean air.
I crawl towards it.
That air is my beacon of hope.
My skin is getting burned.
I can feel the pain as the flames lick at it,
turning it black.
I'm only 14.
It's too early for me to die.
But, I know deep in my heart
I won't survive to see tomorrow.
I find the source of the draft.
It's an open window.
I see other girls jump to their death,
Winter's ReunionSarah William’s eyes were shinning beautifully as she looked down at the flickering candlelight. All around her were the smiling faces of her friends and family suspended like masks against the shadows that danced playfully around them. They all waited in silent admiration, gazing upon this beautiful young woman that she had become. Sarah closed her eyes. She knew what her wish would be, she had wished for the same thing on her birthday last year, and every other time the opportunity had arose. But all those times before, these words never had been answered. And though logic was against her, and whispered that her wishing was all for not, Sarah held her breath and concentrated, feeling with all of her heart the phrase that was running through her mind. Finally she opened her eyes and blew out her candles.
The party fell into darkness but only for a second. While someone searched for the lights, the room filled with joyful applause and cheers of congratulation. Sarah smiled as one
Things we needFriends and family,
People who are close to me
And to whom I can commit
I've got to have it
My first kiss,
A much imagined bliss
The two of us will never split
I really want it
Love and laughter,
Wonderful now and hereafter
A joy that everyone must admit
We can't live without it
Nothing Lasts ForeverI stare at your blank face
What did I do wrong?
I loved you
you loved me back
But somehow, it failed.
I yearn to see the joy
But now, all I see is sorrow.
Is it me,
Or does nothing last forever?
Quest to find the Golden LLamaThe quest to find the golden llama.
One day, an average llama named Sam went on the hunt to find the golden llama. Sam had recently heard about the mystical llama from rumours sparked in the heart of her village - Llama Ville. Many didn't believe that the golden llama was real, but a large amount of llamas did exactly what Sam was going to do - go on the hunt to find it.
The Llama was rumoured to be on the far side of the isle in a dark cave, taken prisoner by an evil wizard llama named... Well nobody knew his real name, he was only known as the Keeper of the Golden Llama. Anywho, back to Llama Ville.
Sam didn't really have a starting place to launch her quest so she asked the local drunk, One-Eyed Pete. Pete had lost his eye when he fell over his hoof and landed head first into a rose bush he had been walking past. Tourist llamas were fooled by Pete's story telling, believing he had lost it in a brave battle to the death. Such fools!
"Do you know where I could find the
Pokeumans Chapter 1I am a powerful Lucario, battling against another trainer's Steelix in the field with my trainer.
"Steelix," commands his trainer, "Use Flamethrower!"
Steelix spits out a stream of hot fire. I don't need my trainer's command to dodge it perfectly.
"Nice job Lucario! Now use Aura Sphere!"
I gather my energy, focus it into a ball and hurl it at my opponent. There's no chance of escape. Their efforts are futile. The sphere makes impact and
"Brandon! Get up or you'll be late for school!"
what?" My dad woke me up and I was back in my room, and it was 6:30 am. "Oh man, it was just another stupid dream." I yawned, climbed out of bed, and hopped into the shower.
Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Brandon. I'm 15 years old and I live on Long Island. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a Pokémon fanatic, though I'm not the obsessive type, like the geek who collects all of the posters and dolls. But, I do know nearly everything there is to know about Pokémon. My favorite on
Genre Switch - Writing Guide: ProtagonistsWell, this is going to be a little guide to writing a good story!
Before we start, I'll list off what I'm going to cover, in the order I'm doing it in. I'm doing it in the same order I might write a story in, but really, it's meant as a series of short guides. Read 'em all, or just look at the ones that might help you to write.
1. Deciding what genre your story will be in this was covered in prior Genre Switches, and I have demonstrated, or at least talked about, each of the genres on that list.
2. Protagonist their nature, ways to make the audience want to take their side, ideas to make them stand out from all those other heroes, why flaws are important, protagonist types, superpowers/prophecies, how to develop them(and why it's a good idea to) and other useful things to know.
3. Antagonist antagonist types, power levels, relationship with protagonist, flaws, overpowering them, and other nice things to know.
4. Setting types, interaction, descrip
LointainListen carefully, for I am plucking spider-web harp strings in the light of your glistening, rain-sodden breath. There is such beauty in this city, and in symphony, you seeso keep rhythm with these skeleton trees dancing on street sides, winter branches quivering. Can you hear the beat of your heart? Its cadence is being matched by that of the shadows, ephemeral figures waltzing hand-in-hand across cobblestones and twirling at the very cusp of the lamp posts' soft glow...
Sway now, my dearest, to the allure of this chorus in the night; to the echoing sound of this moonlit sonata.
Lion HeartIt is building up deep within her fragile body like a heaving monsoon forming over the dry, cracked, heavy heat of an African savannah; an unforgiving and all-consuming storm desperately willing to drown out its less than fleeting welcome. Flickering with ceaseless coils of skin-searing energy like a grey-faced fugitive's adrenaline stricken heartbeat, it is not a bringer of life, but a threat to itand even the most reckless are hardwired to take flight in the face of such a colossal and uncompromising foe.
Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted by the inevitable; but outrunning the storm is no longer an option, and she has never felt more betrayed. Slowly, it is emanating from her heart and through the pulmonary arterythere, free to roll and crash, it engulfs her lungs in a terrible thunder that rattles the brittle bones holding her together. The ominous feeling that has settled into