Hello members and visitors!
There will be no member features or prompts this coming week as we have decided to use it as a feature week for the donators of our Memories and Resolutions contest. Because of the amount of donations we received, we will be splitting the feature into three separate blogs (one each for deviants, groups and judges) that will be spread out over the coming week.
However, this blog will be dedicated to the winner's of #FeedbackFrenzy's recent contest. For those of you who do not know #FeedbackFrenzy is a helpful group that hosts Feedback Events. I participated in the previous contest and it was not only a joy to receive constructive critique but to give it too. +Watch the group to be informed for the next event, they could always use more participants from the Literature Community. Remember! Constructive Comment/s are Guaranteed! Also, if you're wondering why we're featuring this it is because it's a wonderful event that we encourage you to join and it also has a special prize for the deviant who writes the best critiques on literature deviations.
`justMANGO's Gallery is full of fabulous artworks from mediums across the board. There is quite a bit of philosophical writings in their gallery as well which is quite fascinating so if you like those then perhaps you should consider joining the group `justMANGO founded called #Deep-Thinkers! Thank you `justMANGO for providing such amazing artwork and feedback!
Second Place: =Emberguard
=Emberguard's Gallery is primarily traditional based artwork with animals as it's focus. I've seen a few of their critiques/comments around so I can definitely see how they snagged second place! =Emberguard is also the co-founder of #365-ART which is like many other groups I'm sure you've seen but this one is for sketches! Thank you =Emberguard for providing such adorable artwork and amazing critique!
Top Literature Critic: *Miss-S-Bird
*Miss-S-Bird's Gallery is full of wonderful literature and beautiful photographs though I will only be featuring her Literature since we're a literature group and I may be just a little proud to feature this for some reason. During the #FeedbackFrenzy week she had given numerous in-depth critiques which is why I know she deserves this special prize. Thank you *Miss-S-Bird for providing such thoughtful feedback!
PrideTall and proud I stood before the world,
Reaching for the sky with branches long,
New found talents spread like leaves un-curled
While birds sang sweetly my own joyful song.
Id weathered every storm that could be thrown
Survived the lashings of a blood-filled rain.
Swayed with the wind and found at last my own;
A home, a life, a chance to escape pain.
Never did I think you could destroy
All the new gained happiness Id found.
But with the stealth of ivy, one young boy
My heart entwined himself slowly around.
Simple words tore roots Id buried deep.
Scolded my pride and mocked my solid tree.
And now I find at nigh
Brush carefully through
Tail like silk and
Round the other side.
Check the white parts
Check again and
Remind her to smile.
Hours bathing for.
her chance, rosette
For her own wall.
The steward calls out
Time to go
Just relax and breath.
Routine in mind
She goes ready
to ride and win
to the ringside to watch
An actress in the wings.
A Fatherly MomentAndrew knocked on the door and walked in, glancing around the seemingly empty hotel room.
Rose? he called, as he noticed the white shift disappearing off the top of the tall modesty screen.
One moment, responded a playful voice, leaving him standing there studying the pink silk panels of the screen silently. The pale green vines painted over the blushing cloth, strands released from the white wood, entwining around each other and meeting in the middle in a flash of colour, a full red rose.
Lost in thought, father? she asked, drawing him back out his thoughts. He smiled and looked to her, with her loose c
StormsFeathers brushed softly off her bare shoulders, hands grasping her slender wrists. Painted lips moved to whisper clichéd lines about her golden hair and sapphire eyes in her ear. Vibrant colours and flashes of glitter danced before her eyes as she pushed almost blindly through the sea of people. Upon reaching the tables, currently a little quieter than the rest of the room, she clung to a chair as if it was her lifeline in a storm. She took a deep breath and looked back over the groups of thundering conversation and the flow of dancers, trying to spot the rest of her party.
She could not see them through the swirling masses of people, s
I purchased a return ticket as you did over a year ago now and sat in a carriage, watching the streets pass by as we trundled on towards the Downs. The length of the journey surprised me. I always had this vision of you in my head, sitting on worn velvet cushions watching the world disappear, completely unaware of the crowds jostling nearby as you contemplated serenely the final time you would fly our banner. Yet, after a short journey I alighted onto an empty platform, unused to visitors during a weekday.
The walk from the station to the racecourse, with only a postman for company, was pleasantly short and I soon found
The Death of a FlowerDo you remember your first birthday?
I have some friends who claim that they can. There are people out there who claim they can remember what it was like to be born. Someone who's name I feel I should know once claimed he could remember what it was like to be in the womb.
I'm not that special. I don't remember many events in my life; I wish I had memories of more. My life hasn't been extraordinary or exciting though, so what is there to remember?
I was once shown a video recording of my first birthday. That I can remember. I can see myself as young girl, pushing her way into the world through a thick crust of wrapping paper. Her thin wi
Honourable Mentions: Completing the Top Ten!
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