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PERSONIFY A COLOUR CONTEST!! CASH PRIZES ADDED!!!!RULES!
I just noticed I put this rule in my personal journal, but not here!
The picture MUST BE NEW! And made for the contest!
Take any color from the rainbow, and personify it!
I don't mean just make a character all in blue smiling away!
Make a character based on how that colour makes you feel!
Example: blue is sad and dreamy, red is anger or love, green is envious!
I'VE HAD A COUPLE PEOPLE ASK. BLACK IS NOT ALLOWED.
You MUST title your entry "Sparkly Personify Contest"
We are keeping the folder open, so we need to see who is following the rules!
Your entry can be in any medium, but MUST follow the groups rules!
Bright and shiny with lots of sparkles!
Please leave a reason why you picked the colour or colours you did in your artists comment!
You can enter as many times as you want, but please put effort into it!
It can be ANY character, original or otherwise!
You've covered yourself with blankets
Like you're hiding from the bogey man.
You're so enraptured with your own ego
That you reject the helping hand!
You twisted what was a friendly gesture
And called it your very right.
Now it's time for you to fade away
Into the bitter cold of night.
I'm about to show you reality
So stay tuned and watch me work.
I'll paint you a vivid picture
That'll give your heart a jerk...
See you thought you should be top side;
Basking in the morning glory
But you're sitting in a filthy sewer
This is your fucking story.
When first you stepped upon the crowds;
Like a sea of angry sharks
They rose upon a swelling wave
And sent you somewhere dark.
Bleeding, chopped and mutilated
Hung like a chunk of rotting meat...
Just give up on your diginity
And accept your own defeat.
"You look so beautiful, when you're crying..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th April 2012
Cassandra - Prologue and Part 1Even in death, Cassandra was lovely.
Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.
So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra.
My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs
31I collect words
And keep them in glass jars
On my windowsill.
They flutter in the sunlight
And glow in the dark,
Illuminating my world
Because they know
It can be so much more.
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