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).
All the winners will have a feature in our group. Also, they will be featured by Asfodelo, The-GoblinQueen, Meredyth, akitku, NoctiLuna, DianaGrigore, erinclaireb, Angelles-LaVeau, SandraHultsved, Sieskja, Doertchen, SylwiaTelari and Realm-of-Fantasy.
- - 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
- - 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
- - 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
- 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.9.
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.20. 21.
In silence, our pack travels. The snow, our shroud, makes no noise as we step upon its banks; the forest, dead from the sting of winter, voices no protests as we wander in its depths; the pack, its individual persons scattered, fights the relentless wind to reach our unattainable goal.
Our ethereal bodies are unable to be touched by the world in which we once lived. Our boots leave no tracks in the snow, nor does our heaving breath leave fog in the air. The memorie
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The Forest of Wolves"The Forest of Wolves"27.
Deafening winds roar tonight - I can barely hear
Total darkness looms near - I can barely see
Acrid odor burns my nostrils - I can barely smell
Winds howl around the trees
stretching to the unseen
Sharp and cold - piercing me
Floating fangs in between
It cuts my skin as if to paralyze
Misdirecting howls - the true oath is unclear
Darkness is not the enemy - it lies within
Left to decay with no proper burial
The desecration of their corpses
summoned a great wrath and apparition
It left me surrounded by the forest
and the howling order - it goes on
False nails clawing at the throat
Total sensory immersion
False state of sanctity abandoned
Forest knows your fate
False pride is shredded to waste
You look at yourself
False innocence - immunity lost
Wolves give your fate
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