Contributor Slots Status: CLOSED
What is ?
A group requiring CONTRIBUTORS to submit 1 artwork per month in 2012. No themes/rules. Just your best monthly effort. But please limit it to your ONE chosen medium - Drawing (doesnt matter whether traditional/digital or any combination of the two), Photography, Sculpture, etc.
Each CONTRIBUTOR will have his/her own folder where they can submit their own artworks. Maximum of 12 artworks in the entire year. I dont know what's the folder limit for DA though, so slots are limited.
Each month, a poll will be made for the previous month's submissions. The top 3 will be featured (All members are strongly encouraged to feature them their own journals) for exposure.
If there are enough donators for prizes, we can pick overall winners by Jan 2013. Idea for awards include Best Improvement and Best Overall Artwork. More awards may be given depending on donations.
If this catches on, we can continue until the following year(s). We'll have to clean up all the folders and open sign-ups again. You can remain as a member/watcher even if you're not signed up if you want to see the progress. You just can't have a folder for that year and not have a Contributor status. (e.g. maybe you want a break and just want to be an expectator)
HOW DO I JOIN?
Just join as a Contributor or if your other club memberships prohibit you from being a Group Contributorm join as a Member and include in your message that you want to have your own folder. The admins can then create your very own folder.
~~~SUBMISSIONS WILL START ON JAN 2012~~~
Questions? Feel free to ask.
Submit only to folders with your name on it. The limit is once a month so make sure that you submit your best for that month.
Submit only deviations made during the corresponding month. For example, do not submit artworks made in FEBRUARY for your MARCH entry. The deviation will be declined/removed.
If you want to be a CONTRIBUTOR, check the status at the top of the front page of the group. If it is open, please message one of the Founder/Co-Founders and they will make a folder for you.
Some members may not be able to be set their statuses to Contributors but can have their own folders. This happens when they are in too many groups already. This means that they are also contributors for this group.
PathConfined in a blank world where only bubble of fantasy appear on her path, Asha kept on walking towards the non-existent horizon. Everything was snow white if not as blazing as looking directly to the sun; everything was, but not the fantasies materializing in front of her pitch black eyes. It has been a long time since she last crossed path with a living being. However, she kept her chin up knowing it was a part of this unique travel: only loneliness could allow the greater soul to come forth.
«Little Asha, you became of age, it's time for you to go and thrive. Beware; you can't come back until the greater soul has spoken to you.» said the Shaman of her tribe.
Truth spokes his words, she looked back and forth and she never found any possible ways out of the spirit realm. She will be stuck there till dawn. But in this snowy land, time is truly relative. Thus, its descent never occurred aforetime and it wouldn’t happen in her presence. How many hours or days has she been wand
Ashes of VenalityBury the pain
Beneath your skin
Set flame to the shadows
Watch it burn
Where is your peace
Let the smoke
Sollow your soul
This flame will become your pain
Let it burn
Show them the flame
LET IT BURN THEM ALL
Lead the deprived
To what they seek
Erase the darkness
Bring them the light
The darkest day is yet to come
In the end
The flame is all you
will have left
My nightmaresThese memories
shall no longer haunt me
For I am breaking free
This life is more than meets the eye
Yet I am blinded
By the flame of rage
her ashes slipping
through my finger tips
By her screams
this is my point
of no return
this rotting Earth
My nightmares now
layed To rest
His RealityYou're on the front step
Left with nothing but your thoughts
Tears, and residing pain
Imagining a world
A world where pain, tears
And agony are bliss
Jarrged clouds streak across
The darkned skies
Twisted trees accompanied
By your murky waters
Old, dying houses skattered across the land
Memories... Gathered in the abyss of rain drops
Dripping down your face
A world you pretend is your reality
Lost in your thoughts
A simple distraction
To keep yourself from this dementied
Reality you call home
Yet as you sit upon that stair
You're reminded of what is real
And what is real, may not be a reality
You wish for.
The thought of her
The mere mention of that sweet name
Crushes your world
Knowing she may never come back
Brings another reality.
Comes crashing down
People passing me
as if I
Cease to exist
Another lost soul
Upon this world of chaos
For why must you
Suffer as they do
Just another shadowed son
Your fate, possessed by the depths
Follow your blackened heart
And become someone they are not
You may not exist in their eyes
Yet you are all I see
Beaten and bloody
Refusing to die
You shall not
Suffer as they do
Kiss Me With A Bullet
You kissed me
Or so I thought
Never did I guess
It was a land mine
I thought you'd
Always be there
Never did I imagine
I'd be left,
Broken in the dust
Why didn't you finish me
It could have been done
Id be gone
Had you not missed
Had you shot again; Now,
Kiss me with a bullet
But please don't miss...
Broken CrownThe raging whispers are taking their hold
Gripping you harder, making you cold.
You’re losing, face the facts
All the strength you lack,
You’re mind has handed you down
There’s nothing left of you, a broken crown.
The voices, twisting your every thought.
We all know how hard you fought
Face it, darling, you’re as good as gone,
You’re is simply the dark at dawn.
Death Ends the WarWith a gleam in his eyes, and a whisper upon his lips
The dust now settled, the war laid to rest
A fight fought well, still lost in the end
The gleam slowly fading, last breath escaping
He cracks a grin, a smile for the parting
Using his last breath, his dying words slip out
His words in death are as few and snide as in prime
The last words of battle, his wounds wide and seeping,
'I still won'
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