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Post by Dove on Mar 21, 2011 17:26:01 GMT -5
Object of the contest...I will post a picture below and the point is to either write a short story or a poem about the picture. Quite simple really, but it allows you to get creative and win some cool stuff! Guidelines . Closes at five entries. . The poem or short story must be related to the picture posted below in some way. . One entry per person (either short story or poem). . Must be your own, original work! The Form Story or poem?
[insert story or poem here]The possible prizes:1st place: Have your own website or forum have a dedication page here at Petz Culture. The dedication page will be posted as an announcement (showing up on every board) for one month. If you already have a graphic for advertisements you can use that or if you do not have a graphic (or would like a new one anyway) a personalized one will be made for you! You may add as long and detailed a description as you'd like and have more than one personalized graphics. It willbe your page here at Petz Culture! 2nd place: Obtain a personalized hexie from me (dogz or catz 5). (I generally only do the following: texturing, coloring, spots, enlarging/minimizing parts of the pet. I am not that well versed in addballz, however, I could always attempt if you would really like!) 3rd place: Have your pet (of your choosing) featured in the next Petz Culture banner! [You design it, it will have a "designed by" signature on it and your name.] You tell me what you want, I'll create it for you! The picture...THE FOLLOWING IS NOT MY WORK.
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eyeki
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Sitting in a wishing hole'<3 [M:-71]
The Cat in my avi is Acorn, From Neco
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Post by eyeki on Mar 24, 2011 18:50:35 GMT -5
Story or poem? Story
I could still hear the singing, calling me, tempting me to come closer. It was like no other sound I'd ever heard, it was comparable only to the voice of an angel. I was running now, but to where? I don't even know, it's as if I am hypnotized, like something else is controlling me...
I am in thick woods now, I don't think I've ever been here before. The harmony is louder now, closer, almost in reach. The forest reeks of a damp pine smell, like cheap airfreshener and the sky is now a deep blue. I shouldn't be out this late. I can't stop. I want to turn around,to go back, but something is restraining me, I can't leave! I carry on through the trees, the sound still piercing the night.
I keep going, against my will. The scenery does not change, just tree after tree after tree. I'm convinced I'm going round in circles. Then a bright light came, shimmering, glistening. It was so bright hurt to look at, but I was fixated on it's glory. I hadn't realized until now, the signing had stopped. I step into the light, dazed and confused, I shield my eyes, but what meets my gaze is unbelievable..
There is a girl, standing alone, her long flowing hair sweeping down her curvaceous figure. She is beautiful, but that is not the reason I am staring. She is glowing, letting off beams of blinding light in all directions. She turns her head and begins to sing, each note perfect, too perfect. She stretches out a long slender hand.. I reach out, our skin meets and..
I sit up. I am in bed. The smell of breakfast cooking is welcoming. There is no girl, I tell myself, no forest no singing. I am home. Safe, warm and in complete control of my actions. It was just a dream.
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Post by Dove on Mar 25, 2011 11:22:13 GMT -5
Thank you for entering eyeki!
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Lithh
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Post by Lithh on Mar 25, 2011 17:30:26 GMT -5
Ooh.. totally entering this ^-^ I'll try and get something written up tomorrow..
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Post by Dove on Mar 25, 2011 17:53:21 GMT -5
Great!! A spot is saved for you! (I'll count it as two entries already!)
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Post by Rain of Spite@Kalisti on Mar 26, 2011 17:50:47 GMT -5
Story or poem? poem
[insert story or poem here]
As we waltz I can sense you falling for me, or should I say my beauty.
You can’t see my intellect, my inner beauty.The beams of light that permeate my eyes, the windows to my soul.
It’s hidden behind this mask of mine never for you to see.
We’ll never see each other again so adui adui.
Beauty is a mask that people hide behind.
So no one ever sees the true me, the one that is happy
The one that's trapped inside me. People think I'm transparent
People say I'm shy. Inside I laugh and walk away because they are calling
the Kettle black.
Insecurities are the bane of all of our lives.
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