Winners of my literature contest!

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Hello everyone!  I hope you have all been well and I apologize in the delay of this announcement. Real life got s little crazy this past week, but enough about my drama, let's announce the winners of Prettyflour's literature contest!

1st place winner is…
:iconaerode:  Aerode
Prompt: Speed the Collapse
Score: 100



This piece evoked such incredible emotion in me… and as far as I'm concerned, that is a sign of an fantastic piece of literature!


2nd place winner:

:iconbark:  Bark
Prompt: Mouthful of Diamonds
Score: 95


This piece also sparked a wonderful sense of emotion as well as crazy vivid imagery.

3rd place winner is…
Prompt: Just Like Heaven
Score: 90

CE: Just Like HeavenShe had been beautiful.
Just like the heaven.
Her long blinding hair had been as golden as gold itself, yet to him, the silky strands had been much more precious. Her blush; the way her pure milky white skin would be dusted with a rosy pink, had always left him and everyone else she meets breathless.
And her wonderful blue eyes. The way they sparkled like the sea itself, like two beautiful gems, but much more priceless. Her lovely blue eyes that had always held so much emotion, so much happiness. They were deep and wise like the ocean, unlike his dull green ones. He had always loved looking into those blue eyes, these precious treasures that he had held dear.
She had been surreal; more graceful than a goddess. And there was her beautiful glow, the way she had always shined like a star made her seem almost otherworldly. She was like a princess that had been plucked out of a fairy tale, fairer than Snow White and more courageous than Belle.
And her dear compassionate heart that w


The use of the prompt was just wonderful in this!


I know I hadn't planned this but I am also including three honorable mentions. I will award each these deviants 20 points for their amazing efforts.

:iconfunkichkn:  funkichkn

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:iconchezzy-am:  Chezzy-Am




 This was incredibly difficult for me to judge- so many fabulous pieces of literature!  Below are the rest of the entries. Please show them some love!

Blue Sky BleedingDid someone hear the sirens ringing out?
The clouds did turn into a dark sky.
Were there screams of agonizing fear?
Is this a dream or a nightmare?
Am I able to breathe?
There is a breed of a war outside of my window.
That tells me of a twisted killing spree.
Who fell to the spilling of blood?
Children must be sharing horror stories today.
Who can run away from the falling bombs;
Of the twisted blue sky above?
Why are mothers burning their children?
What causes all brothers to go running after nursery rhymes?
Where are all the fathers at when a prayer is needed?
How do the sisters make it to the bomb shelters?
Who are all the ones that represent the blisters on the left foot?
The right foot probably never saw the land mine.
Look to the blue skies.
So many drop with fright to the ground below.
Thunder is the only sound.
Clouds rise above the sky line.
This is how the blue skies bleed.
And the souls that were lost will breathe.
Did they break the promise.
The brave.
Now pouring rain.
Pai

Riarri

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Smoke and MirrorsElusive vapor rising from gas-lit streets
Coats the world in its reflective deceits.
A shimmering figure strolling down the block,
Disappears without a trace at the strike of a clock.
Whistles and wheels spin and squeal
Beneath the skin of an automobile.
A man steps out onto the damp pavement,
Wearing a trench coat and watch of the ancients.
Observing the land through golden spectacles,
He sees his life through eyes of the skeptical.
Smoke curls and twines about his feet,
Dancing to the sound of a phantom fleet.
Soldiers and cavalrymen made of steam
March through the town in an endless stream.
Gaslights flicker in the moon's pale glow,
Illuminating the silent, dramatic show.
The man glides through the smoky streets,
Scanning the land as though it's a dream.
As the clock strikes the hour of thirteen,
He spots an ethereal figurine.
It turns its head so he may see
His face reflected within the steam.







Fallen Wind ChimesThere’s a tree in the middle of the desert that I know of. It rises twelve feet in the air, the branches rising and falling in a heavy curtain around the trunk. The branches falling in a protective curtain around the trunk. They are a soft green, almost turquoise color with small round leaves at the tips. If you go through the branches, there’s space inside that is wide enough to spread your arms out on either side, the tips of your fingers brushing the bark on one side and the soft curtain on the other.
The trunk is the same turquoise color and has many places to sit and rest. The sun’s harsh rays scatter into patterns, the cold wind fades into a breeze that kisses your face. And on the day that I discovered this tree each year, or on my birthday or whenever I feel that I have accomplished something, I bring a wind chime and hang off one of the very many branches that was not just the barrier of my sanctuary but what I imagined the wall inside me looked like.
It must




Congratulations to EVERYONE. I was tickled to have so many entries, and EVERYONE blew me away with their responses to my prompts.
Thank you all!



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Congrats to all participants to have created such beautiful works :)