When a tree falls deep in a forest, does it make any sound?
Aokigahara, Mirkwood, the Forbidden Forest, forests North of the Wall... they all contain mysteries that you'd really not like to uncover by yourself. Tell us a story - what have you found in your imagination? A labyrinth, witch's hut on hen's pud, a pond inhabitated by kelpie, a troll, or something much more terrifying and sinister?
You know what your task is. Please remember that this is GrimGloomTale, and not ThrowAnyPileOfTreesIn.
If you feel like doing a research on any of the places mentioned above, please note that Aokigahara forest is a real one and photos found can be really not safe for work.
We've got a special folder for the entries. It can be accessed
here. If your submission gets accepted, I will edit this entry and your piece will be featured here, so everybody could see how awesome things you can do. There are allowed all the techniques you may find in our gallery, and remember,
it must fit The Rules.
Deadline: the 24th of May 2013.
Limit of submissions: one piece per member.
The entry can be old or new (but new gets +3 points).
You must be a member to participate.
How to vote - first, second and third place - are choosen by you. Every entry have its own number, so voting looks like this: in a comment you write three (no more and no less) numbers and points - three points for your most favourite one, two points for your preferable second place and one point for the third. So it should look like this:
10. 3 points
21. 2 points
4. 1 point
Remember - all of the submissions deserve your attention, which means also reading the literature ones. Voting will be closed after two weeks (the 7th of June). Deviations prepared specially for the contest get +3 points. The deviation with the highest number of points is the winning one. After the votes are counted, I shall choose a deviation which gets the distinction (from all the submissions except the 3 winners).
Prizes.
All the winners will have a feature in our group. Also, they will be featured by *Asfodelo, ~The-GoblinQueen, ~Meredyth, *akitku, ~NoctiLuna, =dienutza, *erinclaireb, `Angelles-LaVeau, *SandraHultsved, *Sieskja, ~Doertchen, ^SylwiaTelari and #Realm-of-Fantasy.First Place
- a coloured illustration from *BeckyDStudio
- a small ink drawing from ~Kaelycea
- a small painting from *erinclaireb
- 2 postcards (of Whisper and Love escape) from *SandraHultsved
- an ACEO from =Inku-inku
- a drawing from *Ytril
- a simple drawing from *Asfodelo
- a sketch from ^SylwiaTelari
- 100 points from `Angelles-LaVeau
- 100 points from ~Kaelycea
- 50 points from *BeckyDStudio
- 50 points from *ZawArt
Second Place
- a coloured illustration from *BeckyDStudio
- a sketch from *Ytril
- a sketch from ^SylwiaTelari
- 75 points from `Angelles-LaVeau
- 40 points from *RisingRedMoon
- 30 points from *ZawArt
Third Place
- a line art illustration from *BeckyDStudio
- a sketch from *Ytril
- a sketch from ^SylwiaTelari
- 50 points from `Angelles-LaVeau
- 30 points from *RisingRedMoon
- 20 points from *ZawArt
Distinction
- a drawing from ~NoctiLuna
- a simple drawing from *Asfodelo
- a sketch from *Ytril
- 2 sketches from ^SylwiaTelari
- 30 points from *RisingRedMoon
- 30 points from *ZawArt
- 25 points from `Angelles-LaVeau
Looking for prizes, think of it!
Have a great Spring and good luck!
Telari
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Into Her Realm Alone and unknown, lost and afraid. That was how he felt as he was running through the woods, a forest of shadows and nightmares. Eyes of hidden beasts glowed as gold as the harvest moon and red as blood, watching the man in torn rags stolen from a dead vagabond.
He could feel their starving eyes on his bleeding wounds as the life slowly poured out from his broken flesh. Time passed slowly through his fingers as his end slowly began to show its dark and merciless face. There was no hope for him as Fate itself seemed to wish him to suffer slowly before he met his Maker.
His foot met with an exposed root of an ancient tree, allowing his face to fall into a lake of moss and regret. Weeds of water wrapped themselves around his exposed and bleeding limbs as he struggled to reach the surface. His movements only seemed to tighten the grip of his prison until he finally surrendered.
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White Winter SpiritsWe had forgotten long ago. All of our precious memories had been wrapped meticulously inside our red scarves and animal skin coats, free from the mind but kept close to skin for safekeeping. Like loved children bundled in winter fabric, we are fragile inside our layered past; like lost children forgotten by all we know, we wander aimlessly. Our minds are tainted with the constant ache of homesickness- the stars blazing overhead through the flurry of snow never stops urging us onwards, to seek the stars we remember from home.
In silence, our pack travels. The snow, our shroud, makes no noise as we step upon its banks; the forest, dead from th
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