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LilyHawk - Apr 02, 2008 - 05:02 AM
Post subject: April Angst Contest...

Angst ~ a feeling of anxiety, apprehension, or insecurity {for example: teenage angst}

For this month's contest we will be exploring the theme of "Angst".

Release your feelings of anxiety, apprehension, or insecurity in The April Angst contest. We have two copies of Philip Gardiner's "The Madness of Sherlock Holmes" & "Secrets of the Serpent" and one 1 Catpack T-Shirt up for grabs! There are five chances to win in April for both writers and artists and photographers. Share your tale or imagery of angst and you could win! Entries must be received by Saturday, April 26th by midnight.

Post your "April Angst" Writing Entries to this thread.

To view the complete contest information, with prize links and pretty pictures click here: http://www.gothicblend.net/index.php?name=News&file=article&sid=64

For those interested in the Image Category: Art and photography images need to convey or depict the theme "Angst". Images may contain artistic nudity...but must be tasteful. (If you have to have "tasteful nudity" defined, it's probably something you shouldn't post. But, feel free to ask if you want to make sure Wink

Post entries for the Art/Photography Category to the April Angst Contest Gallery

I hope you're feeling...anxious Twisted Evil

SndCastie - Apr 02, 2008 - 05:14 PM
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When things get Rough

Don't let your spirits drop

Know there are friends to share

All your sorrys and woe's

Trust in god for he is there

Never doubt the things to be

For there are reasons for things to bear

I lost a loved one but god took him home

My health has gone down but it was for me to see

That there are friends who are there

No matter what your all about

I lost my job but I can see

That is was the best for me to be free

To do the things I want to do

So you see things can get rough

Just trust that it was ment to be

Don't let it get you down

I tell you this to make you see

That there are thing that are ment to be

Life goes on and we survive

So don't feel sorry for me or you

Just pick up the pieces and go on

For things that happen in our lives

Are there to make you see

We can survive the tests of time

And still be happy from time to time

I love the friends that I have made

For without them it would be tough to bear

The things in life we must endure

So if you have the friends to share

Give them a hug and let them know you care.

LilyHawk - Apr 03, 2008 - 05:42 AM
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Awe...that was really special. BIG HUG!

Taps - Apr 04, 2008 - 08:23 PM
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You added that "tasteful nudity" part just for me didnt you???

LilyHawk - Apr 05, 2008 - 04:17 AM
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Butt...I mean...But, of course Laughing

You KNOW I had to leave that open to your artistic interpretation and expression. Can't wait to see what you come up with.

avocadosarecool - Apr 05, 2008 - 09:15 PM
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Really wonderful Sandi!

Here's my entry: http://www.gothicblend.net/index.php?module=mGallery2&g2_itemId=4911

SndCastie - Apr 08, 2008 - 07:14 AM
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Thank you

SndCastie - Apr 19, 2008 - 07:17 PM
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awesome entry avacadosarecool

LilyHawk - Apr 26, 2008 - 06:16 AM
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There's only a little more time left to enter!

Don't mean to make you...anxious...but you've got to get your entries in so you can win. The due date is midnight, Saturday, April 26th!

Dee-Marie - Apr 26, 2008 - 10:02 PM
Post subject: Angst Contest Entry

Two Dresses,
by Dee-Marie
[word count 763]

It was midnight, the witching hour—the clock ticked steadily, a constant reminder that in twelve hours my life would change forever. With trepidation, I put the wineglass, filled with pinot noir, to my lips and sipped slowly. Just last week, my mother had given me the rare bottle of wine, and a pair of crystal goblets, purchased on her recent visit to France. "Like the grapes that produced this wine, you were also a difficult child to raise," my mother had whispered, as she affectionately kissed my cheek. How ironic, I mused, as I allowed the wine's liquid silk to linger upon my tongue.

I knew that she wanted to add, that like the wine's grapes, I was also thin-skinned and genetically unstable, but due to the upcoming celebration, she mercifully did not allow her words to flow. Knowing that after twenty-six years of being her daughter, I could easily read her thoughts, merely by gazing into her velvet-brown eyes. Eyes filled with an equal measure of disappointment and admiration.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, my gaze fell upon the two dresses casually tossed over the chair in the corner: one white, one black. A sight I had managed to avoid until now, a sight that caused me to angst once more over my upcoming dilemma. My stomach ached as I quickly closed my eyes and took another sip, willing time to stop, logically knowing the folly in attempting to change fate.

Life was not fair, and we had planned a lifetime for tomorrow's event. All my mother's hopes and dreams were now dependant on the color of a dress. Without thinking, I tossed the glass, with a strength that equaled the pain in my broken heart. My stomach ached again, upon hearing the goblet shatter as it hit the wall. The wine has good legs, I murmured, watching the liquid run, blood-red down the white surface. Curling into a fetal position under the down comforter, I hoped to depart my torment by slipping into a world of sweet dreams.

The rattle of the thick curtains being flung open, and a sudden shower of the sun's warmth, slowly transported me from peaceful slumber to harsh reality.

"It is late, have you made your decision?"

The question, more than her voice, grated on my nerves. Childlike, I pulled the covers over my head and once more willed time to stop.

"It is late," she repeated, yanking back the comforter.

With a sigh, I crawled out of bed. Tiptoeing around the shards of broken glass strewn over the once white Berber carpet, I made my way into the bathroom to shower, to wash away the sins of this upcoming day. Lingering under the steady stream of warm water, I finger combed my wet hair, hearing my mother's voice echoing within my memories. "It's all the rage in Europe this year," she had chirped, patting me on the shoulder, as we both watched my long mane falling gracefully onto my lap. As always, she was right, and I was thankful for her talking me into the easy care, extremely short style. Especially today, the last thing I wanted was to have anyone fussing with my hair.

The fleeting, pleasant moment was shattered, as a piercing voice rang out, her words, a mixture of displeasure and warning, penetrated the thick wooden door. Time was waning, and I could not put off the inevitable decision. My angst grew anew, as I placed my hand on the door's lever.

Upon opening the door, my sister stood before me, impatiently holding two dresses by their custom-made hangers. I swallowed hard as my fingers gently ran across each garment. Both dresses were exquisitely made of the finest silk. The white one, mother had helped me find six-months ago, we had searched the stores for months until finding the dress of our dreams. My sister purchased the black one in haste yesterday, in anticipation of this foreseeable undesirable decision that I had been forced to make.

"Mother would want you to pick the white one," she voiced, with a sincere tone of concern and understanding.

Sighing deeply, dry-eyed, I looked longingly at the white dress, as I reached for the hanger holding the black one. Dressing for mother's funeral, I rationalized that love comes in many forms, and that an unexpected last good-bye must take precedence over my well-planned nuptials. I poured another glass of pinot noir into the lone remaining crystal goblet. How ironic, I mused, as I allowed the wine's liquid silk to linger upon my tongue.

LilyHawk - Apr 28, 2008 - 12:32 AM
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Hi everybody,

I received three emails from folks saying they were having trouble logging in to get their entries uploaded. Because I'm working with them to get these technical difficulties taken care of we're going to extend the deadline a little bit to let them participate.

Sorry for the delay.

Thanks!
Lil

LilyHawk - Apr 30, 2008 - 04:04 PM
Post subject: And the Winners are...

Writers:
1. Dee-Marie - "The Madness of Sherlock Holmes"
2. SndCastie - "Secrets of the Serpent"

Images:
1. avocadosarecool - "The Madness of Sherlock Holmes"
2. wallfarm - "Secrets of the Serpent"
3. sparkyjones - Catpack T-Shirt
4. Sandkat - Choice of 1 Digital Art Product by Arcebus
5. wawadave - Choice of 1 Digital Art Product by Arcebus

Great entries everybody!!

You will be contacted to arrange for your prize delivery.

SndCastie - Apr 30, 2008 - 05:39 PM
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Thank you all Congrats to the winners

avocadosarecool - May 01, 2008 - 03:05 AM
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Way cool! Congratulations to all the winners!

Sandkat - May 01, 2008 - 03:52 AM
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Thank you very much and congrats to the other winners your images are wonderful. I'm thrilled. Very Happy

this is my first on-line contest win. I was running (figuratively) the house telling everyone who will listen I won 4th place, hey that's real good in my first contest. especially seeing how good the winners are
again thank you very much Very Happy

Dee-Marie - May 02, 2008 - 04:41 PM
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Congrats to all who entered the contest! What amazing images and I loved your poem Sandy.
Thank you so much Lillian and Clint for providing the outstanding prizes.
I look forward to viewing the images and reading the poems and stories of the next contest.

Wishing everyone a most wonderful weekend,
Dee-Marie

SndCastie - May 03, 2008 - 03:43 PM
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Good to see you posting Dee-Marie miss you Very Happy