Hello, loves. How are you this evening?
I would like to remind you, that this was probably the most difficult judging experience I have ever faced! So many beautiful entries that I wish I could give all of you premium memberships and prizes! One day I hope to do something as lovely as that!
FIRST PLACE WINNER OF 1 YEAR PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP + MORE
SECOND PLACE WINNER OF 3 MONTH PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP + MORE
THIRD PLACE WINNER OF 1 MONTH PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP + MORE
This was incredibly difficult to decide, as you all had beautiful entries! Thank you all who participated!
Now, the honorable mentions. These honorable mentions were chosen by my other three judges ~intricately-ordinary, ~FinalLegacy1, and ~NinjaWarrior13. They all have their individual reasons to why they picked these, I had no influence on their decisions!
Chosen by ~FinalLegacy1
Celestial MemoriesThis is a story
I'm sure you all know,
About a lovely little woman
And her Mr. Scarecrow.
It all began
In a small town like any other.
Where our main characters lived:
A little girl, her father, and her mother.
The family lived
In a small farmhouse,
In a tiny little town
[Yes, fit for a mouse].
The children who lived there
Were very close-knit,
But when Tabby wanted to join
Her father threw a fit.
He would sit her down
And tell her ever so nicely,
"You don't need friends,
All you need is family."
Then, little Tabitha
Would walk to her shelf
And play with her toys...
All by herself.
Her mother was the only one
Who noticed Tabby's loneliness.
She was the only one
Who understood her stress.
She tried her best
To distract Tabby's mind.
They played games
Like pretend and search and find.
Sometimes Tabby's mother
Would teach her new things:
Like sewing, and farming, and working with hay,
[The basics for living a pretty nice life]
So that maybe, just maybe, on one fateful day,
Tabby just migh
For a children's story, it was very good. I'm not one for the subtleties of these kinds of stories, but in this case I'm making an exception. I thought it was adorable, sad, and charmingly romantic even for kids. And in true children's story fashion, the happy ending made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. To find that the concept was based on a real relationship for the creater ~LillianAStorm makes it much more realistic for me. Although the relationship isn't a physical one, it is something that everyone can relate to, which makes it that much stronger of a story. With all readers able to place themselves into the story, the success of the piece becomes absolute. Aside from the obvious magical aspects of a children's story, I could feel for the characters, and it brought much more to the story than I found the first time through.
Celestial Memories When I was little, I used to want to be a ballerina.
I was so convinced I would be, in fact, that I walked on my tiptoes everywhere I went, no matter what I was doing. I eventually grew out of that dream, but I never stopped tiptoeing around.
Partially because it had become a habit, but more so, I think, because it was and is so useful.
Right now, for instance.
Have you ever been so incredibly curious about something that you just couldn’t help yourself? That you just had to know, no matter what?
That would be my excuse, so I hope you keep it in your mind.
I am currently standing outside my parent’s bedroom. You wouldn’t be wrong to say I’m eavesdropping.
Why? I was walking by, minding my own business, when I heard my name.
“… all because of Rhea…”
Read like a heart-wrencher, this quick little short story brought me through an adventure of someone else's life in a way that I've yet to consider. With subtle twists and turns in a young girl's life, I found myself reading on the edge of my seat. It draws in the reader quickly with smart little challenges to engage us. Without clear answers to find, the story had a brilliant sense of mystery and emotional wonder. I thought that it would be difficult to associate the theme to this work, but after considering all the works entered into the contest, the ones that addressed the theme subtlely caught my eye. This piece hit that mark, and succeeds in being a piece that can be read multiple times over for months or years to come. She was right, I would have definitely stayed, and I'd do it again.
GoneThe night sky loomed above, overcast with the recent showers. Fog gathered in clusters, suffocating the base of the mountains of the surrounding valley. Thousands of luminous lights dotted the charcoal sky, as if leading a wanderer to the goal of their expedition.
In the center of it all, the world falls away, worries are forgotten, simple anxiety is melted away. Memories tasting of nectar fill the mind, drawing a smile from dissatisfied lips.
Stretch out against the flourishing hills, let the pasture pillow a descent as a breeze carrying the scent of lilies makes its way into the secluded area.
Watch the remaining light of the sun seep in
She tried, and if you ask me, she succeeded. It may have been more personal for me, but I could imagine everything around me so vividly. It was the ideal setting. I couldn't have wrote it any clearer straight from my own thoughts than ~Riarri did, if I had the same idea of course. It really brought out the kid in me, and in such a short amount of time. I might as well be looking at a picture from the past, of something I wished for as a child, and perhaps still look forward to as an adult! If the piece is able to bring up my own "Celestial Memories" then I feel it hits the nail on the head for this theme.
To the little girl I once was To the little girl I once was, and I will never be again- this is for you.
One day you will look to the sky; dwelling in what are now celestial memories, they are stardust now. There will come a time when you will be too tired to function; living will seem futile, no life will seem futile- all that work, and you will still just die and be part of the great nothingness of the past. You will look back on memories; and cry for them; because all the happiness all the emotions they once held have died all too long ago. The people in them are no longer your friends, their surface scratched away years ago, and they left dents in your heart tha
I thought I was going to be reading something passive. I was very wrong. There isn't another work of art that has made me feel emotional so quick and in so many words. The raw feelings this piece can force you to feel is reason enough to give it a look. I loved it so much I gave it a second read, and a third read afterwards. Such fantastic word choice really brought the whole piece to another level. There wasn't a single part I didn't feel someway or another in my head. I felt like my emotions were being pulled on my strings that each word controlled. Honorable mention to ~Artissoul1 for teaching me how to love writing all over again.
Chosen by ~intricately-ordinary
Celestial Memoriestrust flees from the Earth, dodging the pale moon and
arcing over gaseous planets, setting out to escape this
galaxy…searching for binary stars to settle upon, twin
infernus spheres interlocked with each other’s life…
Greeks believed the Sun revolved around we[aklings],
shoddy excuses for forms of life…knowledgeable of the
world yet ignorant of themselves (and others)…forsaken
intelligence lost amidst bleeding hearts and decaying
cerebral cortices—trapped in pyramidal waves where the
sun hid between bleached stones, shifting sands framing
golden rays—beauty lost in the span of a millennium nev
SupernovaeWhen Lydia burned out the other day
As adolescence aired its final fumes,
Her crimson casing's cauterizing flame
Congealed into her caustic, cosmic tomb.
But following her nebulous display,
We'd found she'd blossomed beautifully--her plume
Escaped description, though to our despair,
We found no Lydia retained in there.
Burnt Sienna IIBurnt Sienna
feet stride slowly along
a trail of sand that stretches past the horizon,
past suns obscured by occasional eddies of stardust.
The traveler makes it all the way to a sizzling, melting moon
before it sends her sloshing back to earth and
crashing once more into the land where the only noise is heat.
The unfortunate soul spits sand and liquid moon rock from cracked,
clay-covered lips and wishes it tasted more like chocolate
than centuries-old copper.
Searing the soles of the wanderer’s feet,
sand scrapes against blisters long popped,
but she rubs lukewarm poultice to stave off the pain.
The motion conjures recollectio
Chosen by ~NinjaWarrior13
The universeThe magic of the universe is that it never ends
No matter what depths you're in you'll always find a friend
The magic of the universe you can never stop exploring
You could twirl about the milky way, through stars you'd be soaring
The feeling of the universe, soft and gentle skies
Has secret hidden but never telling lies
The feeling of the universe so kind and at bliss
The royal stars my face they did kiss
The wonder of the universe it holds one and all
I'm just something little, something small
The wonder of the universe its galaxies are millions
The length is light years by the trillions
The music of the universe so sweetly it d
A celestial songOnce upon a time when deep Voices spoke to me from far away, I was grateful to these listening.
It was like an anxiously waiting, all my thoughts were moments when everything was sublime.
And now that the Voices are gone I still remember it in my mind.
These are my memories, when the World was closer to the chaotic stars, before it took its present form. I was alone and I was waiting the Voices.
I admit that I hadn't link with this World that was growing, but this was the era when the Voices rang loud and uninterrupted. Only in stillness I had the opportunity to realize that there was a small silent planet near me.
This was a long time ago, b
Thank you all who participated, read deviations, and saw beautiful pictures. You really all took my breath away! I hope my next contest (if I do one!) will be just as productive and successful!
Prizes will be delivered tomorrow and the note to notify the prize donators will be sent at that time.