Well done to all of #TheSocialClub contest winners!!!
Here is some of their awesome work, the first thumb for each being their contest winning entry:


waiting the world is falling, falling away
and she is lying still
listening to the world melt into shards
of soft glass that fall onto her palm
tangling in her dry hair
flowing down her cheek
her dress is ragged, dirty, torn
no.
it's a gown, of course, and
her prince will come for her
any minute now
astride a big golden dragon
telling her that the world has burnt down
and they will fly to a new one
she rolls over and the world
rolls with her, following
her every move, her every twist
her soft body writhing


Dysthymia and PTSD i.
"Quickly, Catrina! Mommy needs us!" He ran through the parking lot, barely glancing over his shoulder to make sure his tiny five-year old daughter could catch up.
"Is my little sister coming today?" She was struggling to keep up with him.
"Yes, honey. Here, take my helmet," It was really her helmet now, because he always brought her along on the large, noisy bike, which meant he never got to wear it anymore.
"Mommy says we shouldn't ride on the motorcycle when it's raining," she said hesitantly, unsure whether or not to put it on.
"Come on, Catrina, I have no time for this!" He placed the helmet on her head, buckled the strap and then


Up and Apart i.by ~neonsquiggle
I was four and you were two. My Ma says she remembers me saying how it was such a bother when we had a playdate because you'd take my animal crackers and mash them between your fingers and your mouth but you'd never eat any of them.
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I was seven and you were five, and my Ma told me to find a rose to give to you so she could take a picture with her new camera. I couldn't find any, so I went to Old Alfred's field and picked a wildflower instead. But it had a bee, and you had allergies, and you stuffed the petals in my mouth after your Pa fixed you up with the Epipen.
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I was twelve and you were ten. You went to a Catholic girls' s

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go here to see all entries: [link]
and here to read the winners announcement: [link]
Over at #theWritersFoundation we have decided to extend the contest until the 28th of September. The updated news article can be found here [link] so please go fave!!
Our contest is to Design a group icon and here is a link to a group icon template, you can download it then make your own, then you know it is the right size , here it is: [link]
There are some great prizes such as a premium membership, points and journal features. For more information, read the blog entry here: [link]
Here are some of the current entries:
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Our contest is to Design a group icon and here is a link to a group icon template, you can download it then make your own, then you know it is the right size , here it is: [link]
There are some great prizes such as a premium membership, points and journal features. For more information, read the blog entry here: [link]
Here are some of the current entries:
Thank you so much to the deviants that donated to me! Check out some of their awesome work here:




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cracks break your back. i am the girl with the false hair walking barefoot down a nameless avenue, counting my steps and the cracks in the cement. and darling, i can see you in all these things.
it's because i know you, you see. i know where you're from and how you walk and the way your cerulean eyes shine like the sun when you're happy. i've memorized the things you always say and whispered them into my pillow as i slept at night. i know your favorite color is yellow and your favorite time of year is winter because it gives you a chance to run and throw yourself into the snow as if you were a little kid again.
i know all about you, but none of these things tell m


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The Loss of My Beloved They all say that we had nothing
To me that's all a lie
Because day after day I cry and cry
Just wanting to die
They say move on, that there's more out there
But what do they care?
They don't know the love we shared
To start anew would mean forgetting you
I can't do that so very soon
As you moved on, I stood still
Wanting and waiting with all my will
Another girl won't fill my heart
The way you did from the very start
To have you back would be pure ecstasy
But deep down I know that will never be
So as I look back through our past
I wonder how we didn't last
For I see love at its best
Between two lovers
But as they say noth



Untitled Poem You breathe smoke and fire
Screaming thunder and hurling lightning
Have you forgotten I do not fear
Such loud noises?
Threatening and belittling me
Trying to bind me with your lies
I do not break so easily
For my identity is secure.
I thought we were equals
When did you come to view me
As scapegoat and servant
A pretty doll to be displayed?
You think your wings around me
Are there for protection
Have you forgotten, child
That I have wings of my own?
Our home has become a cage
You think you have the only key?
That I cannot so easily fly
Fly away free on the open wind?
My choices are my own
I stay of my own accord
Do not



500 500 minutes ago, you broke my heart.
500 hours ago, you promised that we would never be apart.
500 days ago, I wondered if it was me you were dreaming of.
500 weeks ago, I fell in love.
500 months ago, I was without any hope.
It may take me 500 years to learn how to cope.

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