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CM: Perpetual Fulfillment by SinistrosePhosphate
CM: Perpetual Fulfillment
A.K.A. "連(蓮)年有餘(魚)"

First work of 2016 is a bit of a special one. This is done as a request from :iconanditwasso: for coming in first place in the literary category for :iconmadmen-asylum: and its "Dreams and Nightmares" contest Dreams and Nightmares ~ Winners ~

This writer asked me to do a papercut project featuring a goldfish. And I figured... since this is the new year, a goldfish cannot be more appropriate. You may have heard me say this before, but the word "fish" is a homophone for the word "plenty" in Chinese. Definitely a very good sentiment for the new year up ahead. This time, we introduce another homophone that may help people to understand our perpetual obsession with the lotus flower. You see, the word "lotus" sounds the same as "in sequence" or "perpetual". Putting a fish beside a lotus is an implicit way of saying: "Wishing you'll have years and years of plenty." And that is definitely the type of sentiment to send out for a first project of a year. 

Artist's Note
1. Pattern credit: Original pattern derived from traditional Chinese sources
2. Equipment: Cutting board, artisan cutting blade (#11)
3. Paper: Main body: Recollections Card Stock by Michael's Inc. (65lbs/176gsm). 
4. Size: 10 cm (3.9") by 10.5cm (4.1"). Ruler for comparison
5. Time: 4-5 hours. 
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Dreams and Nightmares ~ Winners ~

Journal Entry: Sun Jan 10, 2016, 2:47 PM





Ladies and gentleman, sorry for the wait. We finally have the pleasure to announce the winners of both parts of the "Dreams and Nightmares" contest to you. We are very sorry that you have to wait for so long, however, due to us being short-staffed during a very busy time of the year, we had no other choice but to let you wait. But your wait is now over. 

Here are the winners: 

Part I : Visual Entries

First Prize:

 SCREAM by PaintYourSoul-D  by :iconpaintyoursoul-d:


Bullet; Red SinistrosePhosphate  100 :iconpointsplz: and a commission
Bullet; Red IllyDragonfly one written commission
Bullet; Red Docali 90 :iconpointsplz: 
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon short poem (not longer than three stanzas)
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama  and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 critique (100 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama+ 1 watch + feature of the work + an inked drawing of a character/OC 

Second Prize:

 Dreams Of Death by Energiaelca1  by :iconenergiaelca1:


Bullet; Red Docali 40 :iconpointsplz:
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon haiku
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama+ 1 watch + feature of the work


Third Prize: 

Loosing contact with reality by garnet69frost by :icongarnet69frost:


Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 10 favs + a watch
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1  llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work

Rest of the entries: 

Bella Zabub by IggySlash Undercover Of The Night by IggySlash the observer by CapnSkusting Sleep Paralysis by Akira-Keine-Hoffnung DysMorphoPhobia by EliHanPen Drip by Eomat-Lema Surveillance Camera by IggySlash From inside by Dark-Scratcher Insomnia, my waking nightmare by garnet69frost Dream Creature #51: Scourge by EvilSaintGood Goeltzsch Viaduct by Malintra-Shadowmoon Super Creeps by IggySlash Dream or Nightmare by K-Escarlata Scarecrow by unikatdesign My Soul Will Walk Free by Malintra-Shadowmoon Nightmare 1 by gojesser Nightmare 2 by gojesser Dark City by babelfish4 Full time Dreamer by K-Escarlata Nightmare 3 by gojesser Shaking by babelfish4 Nightmare 4 by gojesser i robot by babelfish4 Vaermina by XIIIArk Spinning Top by babelfish4 Thick Freakness by IggySlash Hallucinations/ dreams vs Reality by garnet69frost


Part II: Literary Entries


First prize: 

ElegyPeople call me a frigid bitch. Others say I’m depressed.
But just listen.
Once, a winter a long time ago, a blizzard struck the suburbs. Picture this: everyone wakes up to houses heavy with snow, an uncomfortable amount. Like icing on grocery store cupcakes. It’s in one of these cupcakes that a baby is born—Linda’s water broke very suddenly and she wasn’t about to shovel snow from the driveway with the baby’s “head already dangling” between her legs. (Dangling. That’s how Linda described it. She had a way with words.)
Linda gives birth while holding her father’s hand. She’s 18. The baby has no father. After she cuts the cord, she sits on the sofa half naked (Linda said her mother covered her up with a shrunken blanket before going to get some oatmeal) and the baby lies on her breast. The baby doesn’t cry. The baby’s eyes are closed. The baby is dreaming.
The baby dreams of things she hasn’t seen yet. Sh
 by :iconanditwasso:

Bullet; Red SinistrosePhosphate  100 :iconpointsplz: and a commission
Bullet; Red IllyDragonfly one drawn commission
Bullet; Red Docali 90 :iconpointsplz: 
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon short poem (notlonger than three stanzas)
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 critique (100 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work + 
an inked drawing of a character/OC


Second Prize:

Painting Pain NeonWe’re in pain,
so let’s crack our souls wide open,
liquid, oily neon spilling, pooling.
We’ll dance through our own dreams,
trailing them across the marble floor,
bright wild footprints, left to dry and crack.
Let’s laugh until our jaws come unhinged,
teeth loosed from rotting gums
clattering across the floor.
We’ll string them up,
wrap them round and round our necks
til we swing free.
  by :iconbabelfish4:

Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 40 :iconpointsplz: 
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon haiku
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work

Third Prize: 

Freedom Will Walk My SoulThe gate of freedom of my soul can only be gained with sweet determination of living. The tests of life always there among the cold stone walls that surrounds me. The gate closed, reminding me that my life is still trudging through these tight walls.
I only know when the gate becomes open, is when I'm finally free of this torment. The life can finally allow me to know that my soul is fully free to roam without limitations. It would this time would I feel the fullness of freedom from this nightmare. A dream of freedom while trapped in a nightmare.
Sounds of freedom echo around me, I can hear the gate rising to allow me to my freedom, the freedom for my soul. Banners waving gently in the breeze, the freedom is only a step away from me; heavens above I never felt so free!
Never again will I be trapped, I'm forever free.
 by :icontheoracledragon:

Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 10 favs + a watch
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work


Rest of the Entries:

It Is NightI lie in bed.
I am awake. Somehow.
It is in the middle of the night.
Something holds me there.
I cannot see it.
But I feel how it presses me deep into the feathers,
Takes away my breath and eats my inner.
It pulls and tugs at my soul,
Wants to take me with it,
Deep into the darkness.
I am in fear.
I want to scream.
But no words come from my lips.
Scarcely a croak escapes from my throat.
I feel how it swallows me slowly,
Dragging me into the abyss,
Into the black depths.
I fight against it,
With all my strength,
Try to rebel against it.
Try to scream.
I cannot wake up!
In pain I open my closed eyes slowly.
My arms push me up with highest effort.
If I could only name it!
Then, probably, it might not be so frightful.
I manage to escape it.
My eyes are open.
My breath goes flat.
My voice ….. I find my voice again.
It is gone.
But only for this night.
  Angels and demonsThe pain, why wouldn’t it go away?
What was I supposed to do to break free?
Whose advise should I follow?
The voices in mi head,
the aching of my lungs
as it became harder to breath.
I’ll soon be gone forever,
I won’t feel more,
I don’t want to.
Who would?
The whisper in my ear,
soothing and calm
reminding me
I could survive.
The scream in my ear,
enraged and cruel
meaningful and deep
my deepest fears
crawling under my skin.
Ah, no more I beg,
the pillow isn’t enough
I can’t quiet the sound.
The pen,
so handy
and thin.
It should be perfect.
I take it and push,
further,
deeper
harder.
Red,
wet,
blood.
So is over,
angels and devils
dancing in front of me
laughing at my stupidity.
It doesn’t matter…
I’m done for.
  Lost SomewhereOnce I decided it was hard to see,
What happened in the world and I tried to flee,
Built up a world not cold,
Needed it as a stronghold,
But I lost contact with reality.
  The MinesBixby always loved a good ghost story. He brought a ton of them back from the mines, and I wrote them down along with the blue collar folk songs I was researching.
Bixby was my inside man, my ticket into the coal mines. We hit it off over a coupla drinks one night and suddenly everyone stopped looking at me like I was another stuffed shirt from the Company. Yeah, it’s true I’ve never done a hard day of labor in my life, but it takes all kinds, right?
My great-grandfather was a miner back in Pittsburgh – some of my earliest memories are of playing in his hard hat and taking a slap on the hand for trying to grab the pickaxe. What I remember most though, were the songs. Grandpa sang those mining songs long after he set the canary free; those songs were my mother’s inheritance. She sang me to sleep with bluesy hymns of shovels clinking and lanterns flickering. And at night, I dreamed. I found myself wandering endless caverns, my tiny light shining on crystals and fo
  Girl Tired of Wine BottlesWhat a bad smell
that makes my nose in bin.
Don't suggest to me
I'm not in!
What kind of a person
you thought me?
But sorry I'm not ass ass son
I won't break my head or me.
I don't love something like this
I take a look I'm in rubbish
Sorry I can't let this
boss to break my head childish.
What am I
a scapegoat?
Never up to sky
stars,bye-bye goat!
  Dear RealityDear Reality, I think we should break up.
At this point, it would be very easy to put all of the blame on you. You’re often cruel, abusive even. You make me feel embarrassed and uncomfortable constantly and I find myself shrinking, wilting under your attention. You make me sad, always sad. And for these reasons, I could blame you and it would be easier to blame you. It’s so much easier, so much lighter, to be angry at someone else, rather than yourself. But I’m going to be honest here, for once I won’t smile and pretend everything's okay, or lie, lie, lie, so that you think I’m normal and you can’t see all the cracks across my soul. I’m going to be straight with you about why I’m doing this. At the end of the day, the reason I’m breaking up with you, is not you, but me.
Even though you’re mean, you’re also amazing. I see how so many people who spend time with you light up, laugh. You’re the highlight of every party
  13 O'clock, Realities Mirror
    It feels like I should know this room, I recognise everything in it, it’s all my stuff, but it’s not my room. The large cracked glassy eye of Granddad’s old mantle clock sits like some squat grotesque Cyclops on the shelf watching my every room.
    In the murky phosphorescent twilight I see a blurry silhouette moving across the room from me. I freeze. I can’t see any features but I know it’s staring straight at me. It’s the mirror; it’s just the mirror, isn’t it?
    I walk towards the mirror, the thick plush carpet cushioning my steps, allowing me to sneak noiselessly up on the figure in the mirror. It must be the mirror, there’s nothing else on the wall opposite the window. But it’s not me in the mirror.
    Granddad’s clock begins to chime, I feel a cold shiver run through my body, the figure moved. The figured moved whilst I was stood still! I reac
  Goodnight To Me, Indi
    I am Indi! I know who I am, I know who She is.
    What do you see when you look in the mirror? Just your own reflection? Just a view of yourself from a slightly different angle? I envy you. I see Her, Violet. She steals my face to disguise herself as me, but I’m the one who gets held to account for Her actions.
    Call her whatever you want, my Alter Ego, my Id, my Doppelganger, my Second Self, my Darker Side... Whatever, She is NOT ME. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t do the kinds of things she enjoys doing.
    When I stand still and stare into her glassy face she moves, she smiles at me like a shark about to attack. I’d close my eyes and wish her away, but I know in the darkest depths of my soul that she would still be stood there mocking me.
    Peter Pan thought he was having trouble trying to catch his shadow; he should have
  passing throughI pass through the doors,
because they told me to.
They pushed and prodded,
these thoughts in my head,
these persistent voices that pinch
and tug.
"Go through the doors",
they said,
they whined,
they screamed.
Go through to the other side,
abandon the light,
cast off your human need for warmth,
be reborn from the cold, the darkness.
They yelled until I caved,
til I moved from the sunlight
through those tall wooden doors,
bare feet on sloping ground,
deeper and deeper into the earth,
I walked.
Now, I’m low, lost.
Buried so far down,
that I’ll never see the sun again.
The voices are pleased, happy,
ecstatic.
Now, my eyes, ears mean nothing,
the voices are all I see, hear.
They have consumed my reality,
Become monarchs in the ruined, rotting,
kingdom of my mind.
  Freedom of MindThe thoughts of my mind
are not free, but mastered
by things around me.
  A Dream of Death?
“Thank you for seeing the patient, Doctor, I know it’s late.” The Sister scuttles towards the second set of iron ward doors, her large keys rattling in the lock as she tried not to drop the thick medical file tucked under her arm. “Oh, I, thought you were Doctor...”
“Your request wasn’t clear which patient you were referring to Nurse.” The Doctor sighed glancing at an old pocket watch in his waistcoat, running a bony finger across the cracked crystal face.
“The necromanic, Doctor.” The Sister mutters relocking the doors and handing the file to the Doctor.
“The what?” The Doctor thumbed through notes. “You mean Miss Nyx? Nurse, obsession with death and nightmares does not make her a necromanic. I take it her sleep is still disturbed?”
“You could say that Doctor, every night she keeps the entire asylum awake with her screams.”  The Sister shivers at the thought of another night lis
 

It is our utmost pleasure to announce the ending of our second contest series. We really appreciate all the contestants and all those who have donated prizes. If you have any suggestions on what kind of contests we should run in the future, please don't hesitate to let us know. And it is our hope that you will continue to support our contests in the future. 

Most sincerely, 
Syn.




Dreams and Nightmares ~ Winners ~
Finally, the moment you have all been waiting for: The winners of the "Dreams and Nightmares" contest is here. 
Congratulations to the winners! 

** For the prize donors: Please contact the winners privately to arrange for the prizes. Thank you very much! **
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Dreams and Nightmares ~ Winners ~

Journal Entry: Sun Jan 10, 2016, 2:47 PM





Ladies and gentleman, sorry for the wait. We finally have the pleasure to announce the winners of both parts of the "Dreams and Nightmares" contest to you. We are very sorry that you have to wait for so long, however, due to us being short-staffed during a very busy time of the year, we had no other choice but to let you wait. But your wait is now over. 

Here are the winners: 

Part I : Visual Entries

First Prize:

 SCREAM by PaintYourSoul-D  by :iconpaintyoursoul-d:


Bullet; Red SinistrosePhosphate  100 :iconpointsplz: and a commission
Bullet; Red IllyDragonfly one written commission
Bullet; Red Docali 90 :iconpointsplz: 
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon short poem (not longer than three stanzas)
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama  and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 critique (100 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama+ 1 watch + feature of the work + an inked drawing of a character/OC 

Second Prize:

 Dreams Of Death by Energiaelca1  by :iconenergiaelca1:


Bullet; Red Docali 40 :iconpointsplz:
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon haiku
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama+ 1 watch + feature of the work


Third Prize: 

Loosing contact with reality by garnet69frost by :icongarnet69frost:


Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 10 favs + a watch
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1  llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work

Rest of the entries: 

Bella Zabub by IggySlash Undercover Of The Night by IggySlash the observer by CapnSkusting Sleep Paralysis by Akira-Keine-Hoffnung DysMorphoPhobia by EliHanPen Drip by Eomat-Lema Surveillance Camera by IggySlash From inside by Dark-Scratcher Insomnia, my waking nightmare by garnet69frost Dream Creature #51: Scourge by EvilSaintGood Goeltzsch Viaduct by Malintra-Shadowmoon Super Creeps by IggySlash Dream or Nightmare by K-Escarlata Scarecrow by unikatdesign My Soul Will Walk Free by Malintra-Shadowmoon Nightmare 1 by gojesser Nightmare 2 by gojesser Dark City by babelfish4 Full time Dreamer by K-Escarlata Nightmare 3 by gojesser Shaking by babelfish4 Nightmare 4 by gojesser i robot by babelfish4 Vaermina by XIIIArk Spinning Top by babelfish4 Thick Freakness by IggySlash Hallucinations/ dreams vs Reality by garnet69frost


Part II: Literary Entries


First prize: 

ElegyPeople call me a frigid bitch. Others say I’m depressed.
But just listen.
Once, a winter a long time ago, a blizzard struck the suburbs. Picture this: everyone wakes up to houses heavy with snow, an uncomfortable amount. Like icing on grocery store cupcakes. It’s in one of these cupcakes that a baby is born—Linda’s water broke very suddenly and she wasn’t about to shovel snow from the driveway with the baby’s “head already dangling” between her legs. (Dangling. That’s how Linda described it. She had a way with words.)
Linda gives birth while holding her father’s hand. She’s 18. The baby has no father. After she cuts the cord, she sits on the sofa half naked (Linda said her mother covered her up with a shrunken blanket before going to get some oatmeal) and the baby lies on her breast. The baby doesn’t cry. The baby’s eyes are closed. The baby is dreaming.
The baby dreams of things she hasn’t seen yet. Sh
 by :iconanditwasso:

Bullet; Red SinistrosePhosphate  100 :iconpointsplz: and a commission
Bullet; Red IllyDragonfly one drawn commission
Bullet; Red Docali 90 :iconpointsplz: 
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon short poem (notlonger than three stanzas)
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 critique (100 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work + 
an inked drawing of a character/OC


Second Prize:

Painting Pain NeonWe’re in pain,
so let’s crack our souls wide open,
liquid, oily neon spilling, pooling.
We’ll dance through our own dreams,
trailing them across the marble floor,
bright wild footprints, left to dry and crack.
Let’s laugh until our jaws come unhinged,
teeth loosed from rotting gums
clattering across the floor.
We’ll string them up,
wrap them round and round our necks
til we swing free.
  by :iconbabelfish4:

Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 40 :iconpointsplz: 
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon haiku
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work

Third Prize: 

Freedom Will Walk My SoulThe gate of freedom of my soul can only be gained with sweet determination of living. The tests of life always there among the cold stone walls that surrounds me. The gate closed, reminding me that my life is still trudging through these tight walls.
I only know when the gate becomes open, is when I'm finally free of this torment. The life can finally allow me to know that my soul is fully free to roam without limitations. It would this time would I feel the fullness of freedom from this nightmare. A dream of freedom while trapped in a nightmare.
Sounds of freedom echo around me, I can hear the gate rising to allow me to my freedom, the freedom for my soul. Banners waving gently in the breeze, the freedom is only a step away from me; heavens above I never felt so free!
Never again will I be trapped, I'm forever free.
 by :icontheoracledragon:

Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 10 favs + a watch
Bullet; Red Malintra-Shadowmoon 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red CapnSkusting feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblood 1 llama and a feature
Bullet; Red RogueMudblooda comment (50 words or more)
Bullet; Red Oskana 1 llama + 1 watch + feature of the work


Rest of the Entries:

It Is NightI lie in bed.
I am awake. Somehow.
It is in the middle of the night.
Something holds me there.
I cannot see it.
But I feel how it presses me deep into the feathers,
Takes away my breath and eats my inner.
It pulls and tugs at my soul,
Wants to take me with it,
Deep into the darkness.
I am in fear.
I want to scream.
But no words come from my lips.
Scarcely a croak escapes from my throat.
I feel how it swallows me slowly,
Dragging me into the abyss,
Into the black depths.
I fight against it,
With all my strength,
Try to rebel against it.
Try to scream.
I cannot wake up!
In pain I open my closed eyes slowly.
My arms push me up with highest effort.
If I could only name it!
Then, probably, it might not be so frightful.
I manage to escape it.
My eyes are open.
My breath goes flat.
My voice ….. I find my voice again.
It is gone.
But only for this night.
  Angels and demonsThe pain, why wouldn’t it go away?
What was I supposed to do to break free?
Whose advise should I follow?
The voices in mi head,
the aching of my lungs
as it became harder to breath.
I’ll soon be gone forever,
I won’t feel more,
I don’t want to.
Who would?
The whisper in my ear,
soothing and calm
reminding me
I could survive.
The scream in my ear,
enraged and cruel
meaningful and deep
my deepest fears
crawling under my skin.
Ah, no more I beg,
the pillow isn’t enough
I can’t quiet the sound.
The pen,
so handy
and thin.
It should be perfect.
I take it and push,
further,
deeper
harder.
Red,
wet,
blood.
So is over,
angels and devils
dancing in front of me
laughing at my stupidity.
It doesn’t matter…
I’m done for.
  Lost SomewhereOnce I decided it was hard to see,
What happened in the world and I tried to flee,
Built up a world not cold,
Needed it as a stronghold,
But I lost contact with reality.
  The MinesBixby always loved a good ghost story. He brought a ton of them back from the mines, and I wrote them down along with the blue collar folk songs I was researching.
Bixby was my inside man, my ticket into the coal mines. We hit it off over a coupla drinks one night and suddenly everyone stopped looking at me like I was another stuffed shirt from the Company. Yeah, it’s true I’ve never done a hard day of labor in my life, but it takes all kinds, right?
My great-grandfather was a miner back in Pittsburgh – some of my earliest memories are of playing in his hard hat and taking a slap on the hand for trying to grab the pickaxe. What I remember most though, were the songs. Grandpa sang those mining songs long after he set the canary free; those songs were my mother’s inheritance. She sang me to sleep with bluesy hymns of shovels clinking and lanterns flickering. And at night, I dreamed. I found myself wandering endless caverns, my tiny light shining on crystals and fo
  Girl Tired of Wine BottlesWhat a bad smell
that makes my nose in bin.
Don't suggest to me
I'm not in!
What kind of a person
you thought me?
But sorry I'm not ass ass son
I won't break my head or me.
I don't love something like this
I take a look I'm in rubbish
Sorry I can't let this
boss to break my head childish.
What am I
a scapegoat?
Never up to sky
stars,bye-bye goat!
  Dear RealityDear Reality, I think we should break up.
At this point, it would be very easy to put all of the blame on you. You’re often cruel, abusive even. You make me feel embarrassed and uncomfortable constantly and I find myself shrinking, wilting under your attention. You make me sad, always sad. And for these reasons, I could blame you and it would be easier to blame you. It’s so much easier, so much lighter, to be angry at someone else, rather than yourself. But I’m going to be honest here, for once I won’t smile and pretend everything's okay, or lie, lie, lie, so that you think I’m normal and you can’t see all the cracks across my soul. I’m going to be straight with you about why I’m doing this. At the end of the day, the reason I’m breaking up with you, is not you, but me.
Even though you’re mean, you’re also amazing. I see how so many people who spend time with you light up, laugh. You’re the highlight of every party
  13 O'clock, Realities Mirror
    It feels like I should know this room, I recognise everything in it, it’s all my stuff, but it’s not my room. The large cracked glassy eye of Granddad’s old mantle clock sits like some squat grotesque Cyclops on the shelf watching my every room.
    In the murky phosphorescent twilight I see a blurry silhouette moving across the room from me. I freeze. I can’t see any features but I know it’s staring straight at me. It’s the mirror; it’s just the mirror, isn’t it?
    I walk towards the mirror, the thick plush carpet cushioning my steps, allowing me to sneak noiselessly up on the figure in the mirror. It must be the mirror, there’s nothing else on the wall opposite the window. But it’s not me in the mirror.
    Granddad’s clock begins to chime, I feel a cold shiver run through my body, the figure moved. The figured moved whilst I was stood still! I reac
  Goodnight To Me, Indi
    I am Indi! I know who I am, I know who She is.
    What do you see when you look in the mirror? Just your own reflection? Just a view of yourself from a slightly different angle? I envy you. I see Her, Violet. She steals my face to disguise herself as me, but I’m the one who gets held to account for Her actions.
    Call her whatever you want, my Alter Ego, my Id, my Doppelganger, my Second Self, my Darker Side... Whatever, She is NOT ME. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t do the kinds of things she enjoys doing.
    When I stand still and stare into her glassy face she moves, she smiles at me like a shark about to attack. I’d close my eyes and wish her away, but I know in the darkest depths of my soul that she would still be stood there mocking me.
    Peter Pan thought he was having trouble trying to catch his shadow; he should have
  passing throughI pass through the doors,
because they told me to.
They pushed and prodded,
these thoughts in my head,
these persistent voices that pinch
and tug.
"Go through the doors",
they said,
they whined,
they screamed.
Go through to the other side,
abandon the light,
cast off your human need for warmth,
be reborn from the cold, the darkness.
They yelled until I caved,
til I moved from the sunlight
through those tall wooden doors,
bare feet on sloping ground,
deeper and deeper into the earth,
I walked.
Now, I’m low, lost.
Buried so far down,
that I’ll never see the sun again.
The voices are pleased, happy,
ecstatic.
Now, my eyes, ears mean nothing,
the voices are all I see, hear.
They have consumed my reality,
Become monarchs in the ruined, rotting,
kingdom of my mind.
  Freedom of MindThe thoughts of my mind
are not free, but mastered
by things around me.
  A Dream of Death?
“Thank you for seeing the patient, Doctor, I know it’s late.” The Sister scuttles towards the second set of iron ward doors, her large keys rattling in the lock as she tried not to drop the thick medical file tucked under her arm. “Oh, I, thought you were Doctor...”
“Your request wasn’t clear which patient you were referring to Nurse.” The Doctor sighed glancing at an old pocket watch in his waistcoat, running a bony finger across the cracked crystal face.
“The necromanic, Doctor.” The Sister mutters relocking the doors and handing the file to the Doctor.
“The what?” The Doctor thumbed through notes. “You mean Miss Nyx? Nurse, obsession with death and nightmares does not make her a necromanic. I take it her sleep is still disturbed?”
“You could say that Doctor, every night she keeps the entire asylum awake with her screams.”  The Sister shivers at the thought of another night lis
 

It is our utmost pleasure to announce the ending of our second contest series. We really appreciate all the contestants and all those who have donated prizes. If you have any suggestions on what kind of contests we should run in the future, please don't hesitate to let us know. And it is our hope that you will continue to support our contests in the future. 

Most sincerely, 
Syn.




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C. J. C.
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Greetings.
I am not an articulate person. But I'll try.

Yours truly was born in 1981, Taipei, Taiwan.
Moved to Canada in 1993.
During the day, he's "Dextrose Phosphate": a recently-employed resident physician trying to look sharp while learning how to save lives. At night, he becomes "Sinistrose Phosphate": an amateurish busy-body who dreams of one day getting a hang at this "art" business.

... in my humble opinion, neither one's going great, really.

Despite all that... thanks a million for visiting my little proverbial hole in the wall (of the Internet). Stay a while, have some tea, leave a comment... maybe even start a conversation.

I'm not an articulate person, but I will most definitely try.

Current Residence: Newfoundland, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Various (with exception to Rap and Country)
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player
Shell of choice: ... Nautilus?
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever the landlord puts on the walls.
Skin of choice: My own, definitely. I'm born with it.
Personal Quote: "One apple a day... keeps me and my ilk away."
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JohnnyandMe Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2016  Hobbyist
I seen my therapist today. I wanted to know can schizophrenic people depersonalize cause I ssometimes space out and feel like my eyes and other parts of my body feel like they are not there but I know they are. I feel like its the evil people trying to come back to life though me.my therapist says its more common in depression and anxiety disorders. But she said schizophrenic people can to but that's not as common. So just Wondering from a doctor point ofvview.
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Jompie Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2016
Thank you by Jompie
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JohnnyandMe Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2016  Hobbyist
Does being incompetent of court due to mental illness the same as being I legally insane ?
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FauxusLight Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello there,
It's been a while,
Hope you have been fairing well...
Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 Meow :3 
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kanogt Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2015
Happy holidays dear :hug: ,sorry for being so late >///<,i haven't been on DA lately 
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Maivory Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Never mind they need a number to send a work number could work so pm me. Number. Sorry sent that earlier when I was in line to ship.
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Maivory Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Sent your package out, let me know if you want the tracking number!
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IllyDragonfly Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2015   General Artist
Hi!
Don't forget to feature the entries for the contest: since judging can take a while it will keep the interest alive without leaving the participants puzzled like 'are they judging? Did I miss the winners update maybe?' :shrug:
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IllyDragonfly Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2015   General Artist
We are getting more entries for the contest, thank you! :hug:
By the way once it's over it's alright if you post the next one telling that we are judging and featuring all the entries? 
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IllyDragonfly Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2015   General Artist
Ehi Doctor Syn! :wave: Since I noticed we have just two official entries for the literature part (and it's not a good thing, we need some of it's useless having prizes for the liteature part) could you advertise it a bit in your personal journal? I submitted the official contest journal in two groups about writing, but maybe it's not enough. :shrug:
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