Snowy's Massive Contest! Winners announced

[fifetastic]

I will probably try to enter Contest 1

[ratsy]

Do contest 2 and 3 end today (12th in the US, 13th in New Zeland) or tomorrow (13th in the US)?

[donkeykong]

Making a master-post here of all entries to be a little more organized. Hope you don't mind.

Entries for Contest 1:

[center]Username: katimers
Date of Entry: 1/7/13
Date of Submission: 1/7/13
Contest: 1
Entry Here.
I included 5 of my favorites with 3 being little plushies (lion, elf pps, zombie/roadkill pony). Hope that is okay. I can also post a .png of just the Skeleton PPS if you'd like as he was who I was originally trying for. Thank you so much for this opportunity.

Entries for Contest 2:

[center]Username: katimers
Date of Entry: 12/28/12
Date of Submission: 12/28/12
Contest: 2
Entry Here.
A Tardis/Arthur Weasley's car mash-up. Not sure if that is what you were looking for, but it was still fun to do.
Tardis (c) Doctor Who
Car (c) Harry Potter franchise

[center]Username: katimers
Date of Entry: 1/12/13
Date of Submission: 1/12/13
Contest: 2
Entry Here.
Tried my hand at a little more HP fanart. Ron/Hermione were always my favorite couple, so I made an attempt.
Ron and Hermione (c) JK Rowling

May still enter the third contest if I can finish it by tomorrow.

[snowstorm321]

Okay, I LOVE all the entries so far!! Contest 3 will be ending in US time, at the end of the day (at the time this post was made, about 27 hours left) So i'll be judging them on Monday, the 14 my time. Keep em coming!

[Flarakap]

Might as well try it out~

Username: Flarakap
Date of Entry: 13th January
Date of Submission: 13th January
Contest: 3

Entry:
Rid of Homework
I focused on the screen that was just inches away from my face, my left hand typed controls while my right hand wiped the mouse along the mouse-pad. I couldn't care less about the storm outside, the loud howl of wind, the heavy rain and cars beeping impatiently. I was too drained by my game to be concerned about bad weather. My house is warm, I have my computer. That was all I cared about right now.

Suddenly, I heard the door from my mum’s bedroom bang open. I bit my lips nervously as her footsteps stomped towards the living room. I clicked on the mouse softly, my typing becoming quieter as I hoped the footsteps would stop and leave me be. My mum simply walked even closer.
I gently closed the lid of my laptop and snatched my homework sheet from the floor, rapidly reaching for a pencil underneath my DVD cabinet. My mum sighed behind me. I flinched, immediately freezing on the spot with wide eyes.

“What are you up to, Lia?” My mum asked, her arms crossed.
“I- I’m doing my homework!” I said, turning around to face her, smiling cheekily.
“Of course you were! I was just wondering why I can hear you typing.”
“My homework is on my laptop.”
She pointed at the work sheet in my hand, “what about that?”

I fought the urge to tear my homework in front of my mum’s eyes. My fingers were already crumbling a corner of the fragile paper. Despite my frustration and anger, I said coolly “I’ll do my homework.”
My mom nodded approvingly and walked back to her room, the ‘dragon’s lair’ I called it. Exhaling deeply, I glared at my homework sheet which seem to glare back at me mockingly. No matter what, my stubbornness decided that I won't do my homework.

I scanned the living room for something, something that can help me get rid of the piece of ‘junk’ in my hand. I've already got in trouble when my mum took out my history essay from the bin last week. I glanced at the balcony outside, noticing the horrific weather that I haven’t really given much thought of. Standing up on my feet, I slid opened the glass door to the balcony.
Bone-chilling wind immediately slapped my cheeks, my arms felt like they were being pierced by the icicle-like raindrops. I watched my hand letting go of the sheet.

This isn't a true story (or is it?), it's a story inspired by real life experience =)

[Anonymous Squid]

Username: Ingafox
Date of Entry: (day you write this) January 13
Date of Submission: (day you send in your art/writing) January 13
Contest: (1, 2, 3, 4) 3

This is probably the best story I've written, though I can't find the editted version. >.<
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Silence, is not Golden. Ah, my friend, loneliness is the forbidden shadow of gray, clouded as the sorrowful memories that haunt our lives. Never shall Color exist in a world of Immortal Night; an Underworld of living death reigned by Guilt, Fear and Sorrow. Those who live here are unfortunate souls, forever tormented by their past, driven to insanity by the desolate silence in their prisons, haunted by themselves for eternity. Time does not exist here, never to be touched by the foul breath of Pain, never to wince as the perpetual Horrors lash out cruelly upon their muted victims, never to witness the reality of a lightless, timeless world.

Why is it that Bolt and Blast chanced to dream upon this place? This tragic graveyard is no place for a Raichu and a Growlithe, no home to any happy soul, any rescue team. Depression lays the law here, for Joy has never set foot within these dark gates. All that trespass shall be engulfed in the infinite cape of Darkness, never to escape.

Hand in hand, paw in paw, Bolt and Blast step into the cave, surrounded by the evil smiles of the dark, who are laughing silently as they prepare to swallow their victims. Yet the two do not fear. Bolt takes out a wooden stick; Blast sets it ablaze with his fiery breath. A flash of Gold lights up the somber tunnel: its flames flickering in the cold air, dancing in the chilling aura of Death. Never was there Time here, until their arrival. Along with them came a cheerful clock, its happy song beating the rhythm to their deadly march.

They can see the outside world no more. There is no turning back. Bravely, the friends venture into the mysterious shrouds of Night, the trail goes on and on, the ceiling lower and lower. Yet, with ever the same courage, Bolt and Blast march side by side, leading their victorious procession of Light into the gaping jaws of Fate. Longer and longer was the darkness, slower and slower moaned the ticking of the clock, until it groaned like an unearthly monster and stopped completely. Here, the tunnel opens into a wide room. Neither Time nor Light has touched it for eternity; yet Bolt and Blast comes in, bringing Life with them. The cavern is awash in a shower of gold. The Silence is shattered; the clock begins afresh, each tick sounding of with renewed energy.

With dusty fur and reddened eyes, an Alakazam stares into the visitors.

Bolt and Blast jump; yet they move no more. Minutes tick by painfully as the glowing red eyes of the Alakazam burns into the souls of the newcomers.

"It is the color of Sorrow, of a wounded soul," Bolt's inner voice says, "The crimson of blood, mixed with the tears of his memories." "It is the glow of Death and Depression," Blast's subconscious speaks, "The dark red of Fatality dimmed by Loss."

"It is all of that," Alakazam says. Weak and hoarse came his voice, as if Immortality has rusted is throat. He motions for them to sit. They sit. Every second sounds of a hollow 'tick', echoing throughout the spacious loneliness. Minutes pass. The Alakazam's face is written with the hardships of Life, his faded fur a dim gold in the firelight.

"Once," says he, "I was a Leader."

A deep sigh shimmers through the space, and the ticking stops for a moment. It is not the Alakazam who has sighed, nor Bolt or Blast. It is the very presence of Sorrow that has given up that tragic sigh. The ticking began once more.

"I led a rescue team once…Team Gaea." There came a pause. "My name was Chiron."

"Chiron!" sighed the silvery voice of Sorrow, echoing with the melody of genuine regret. Bolt and Blast said none.

"They called me wise before," sighs he. "They who gifted me with the utmost respect. Indeed, I was then worthy of that authority. From my hands were born their skill, as from my hand was murdered. I remember the one, however: the only one who was wiser than I. He was Daedalus. He was the Lucario." For some reason, the clock tick slowed.

"He was my best friend!" he suddenly laughed: the lonely, hollow laugh of guilt that echoed that of a madman. "We were the ones who began the team. He, he was the Guardian of Aura, the greatest Pokemon ever to live. Here, here! See him, see him now!"

He shoved two pieces of a picture into their paws, a torn photo. It showed a Lucario, the most gallant Lucario ever to walk the Earth. The tear went right through one of his emerald eyes, like a scar that cut through his charm. Bolt held the left piece, Blast held the right.

"Oh, there was no better friend. No Pokemon ever so honest or chivalrous." A crazy hoot of laughter came. "Everyone loved him so! They gave him the utmost respect, the greatest authority, and I, I was left with nothing!"

The clock ticked faster and faster, until the noise became a blur, dragging along, deeper and deeper in voice. It moaned like a dying man, one whose ear was thumping, thumping loudly in his chest!

"Jealous, jealous I was! Very, very jealous, of that friend of mine, my best friend! He loved me, trusted me with all his soul. Yet while we talked heartily of our Team Gaea, I went to the dark Side. And I, I gave him away! I tricked him to a cave, this cave! I trapped him on a cliff! I killed him!"

Suddenly, he was in hysterics. His loud, horrid laughter echoed throughout the cave and into the ears of the listeners, again and again and again. The clock began to groan, its ticking a rapid blur, and Bolt and Blast were horrified, because they were watching Time fly by, they could feel themselves becoming weak, rooted to the ground, aging, dying! The clock rang endlessly, filling the cave with the terrible noise of its shrill banshee scream, merging with the evil, sadistic laughter of the Alakazam!

Bolt screamed! "Oh, Chiron, stop, please!"

As unexpectedly as it began, the noise vanished, until only the regular ticking of the clock was left.

"He told me, I would never succeed," the Alakazam's voice was sad and low again, his red eyes clouding with crystal tears. "I was afraid. I continued being the leader of the team, training such merited members as Alecto, Persephone, even Hermes…they never suspected that I was leading them to a cruel destiny. Hera died because of me…and her newborn daughter, the princess…Ora…as well as Pegasus and Hydra…it was my entire fault…but it was my goal…"

The ticking became softer, as if conducting a quiet lullaby.

"…it failed. The Dark Side was won, and they found out…my life ended there. Here I am now, dwelling in this desolate place, alone! My only companions are tears and memories. This cave traps me to the ground, where I can only huddle in this timeless dark void…this colorless, painful living death I must live in, forever, forever!"

"Sir," Bolt said softly, "you can ask for forgiveness."

"Forgiveness?" The Alakazam laughed, a bitter, sarcastic laugh. "From whom? Daedalus is dead. I killed him."

"The world will forgive you." said Blast. "I shake your hand. See? I forgive you." The Growlithe took the bony hands of the Alakazam into his paws and shook it gently, afraid to hurt the elderly Pokemon. The Alakazam's eyes widened at the simple gesture.

"Younglings…" he trailed off, choked with tears, "…thank you. Never had I received such respect after the scandal…I…I…"

"You must not have killed Daedalus, Sir," said Bolt, "his will was strong, and he seems the type to die a hero, to sacrifice himself for others."

The ticking was softer and slower, barely audible in the gloom. The Alakazam said nothing.

"Sir, you are a living individual, like we are," Bolt spoke, "you can still join us. You can start over. You have a chance, and a choice."

"I do not," he trembled, "even if the world forgives me, I shall never forgive myself."

"There is a future!" Blast leapt up. "Look!" He grabbed the torch from Bolt and threw it upon the icy ground, setting the whole piece on fire with a single breath. "Your life-fire dances as this flame, flickering but still lively in nature. Listen! The fire cackles: it is as if it is the clock!"

"The clock, it is my heartbeat!" the Alakazam suddenly groaned. "Since you have come, my immortality has been fading and my pulse, that ticking, is growing weak!"

"It does not have to!" shouted Blast. "You can still live, you can still do great things, as long as you still have a breath left in you!"

There came an eerie silence. The ticking was no more. Bolt whispered: "Sir?" The ticking came, faint and slow…but at least, it was there. The Alakazam groaned loudly and painstakingly propped himself up against the wall.

"I…I…ought to forgive myself…" moaned he, "…help me…up…"

Bolt took the picture piece from Blast and tucked both pieces into the shaking hands of the Alakazam, and with Blast on his other side, they escorted him out of the room, slowly, in a dead march beaten by the ticking of the clock. They half-dragged the weak Alakazam along, yet for some reason, the tunnel was not nearly as long as when they came. In less than a minute of walking, they were met by a blinding light. The Alakazam groaned and began to fall over, yet the holds were firm.

They stood upon a cliff, a lush cliff of the greenest grass, looking over a sea of clouds upon the bluest sky. Nothing could be seen but infinite mist and cloud, nothing on any side of the cliff, up or down, right or left, or as far as the eye can see. Nothing but those fluffy, beautiful clouds: every one of which calm and quiet, illuminated by a bright circle in the sky: the sun. Nothing was less than peaceful, the aura of life held the scene alone.

Suddenly, the Alakazam gently pushed them away, managing to keep himself upright, dragging himself to the edge of the cliff. Blast rushed forward, but Bolt put a paw on his shoulder and slowly shook his head. The Alakazam gazed afar: not into the white clouds, not at the sun, but beyond, to a world of dreams known only to himself and to history…a lost place. The clock ticked quickly and brightly once more; no one knew when it changed, or why.

"Thank you, younglings…" his voice was crisp and clear, uncracked by age, untouched by the dusty cobwebs of his infinite years. He turned back, and with surprise, Bolt and Blast saw that he was young again. His silky fur glimmered with gold, his bright eyes shone like rubies, his body strong and healthy. He was smiling, laughing…it was not bitter, or sadistic, or cruel in nature…it was a real smile, true happiness, the rare music that comes once in a lifetime of pain, once in an eternity of suffering.

He unexpectedly let go of the picture pieces, and those precious scraps of paper caught in the wind, dancing in the breeze before they magically floated into the paws of the young Pokemon, who looked upon the spectacle with awe. "Goodbye, younglings…" said he, smiling with incandescent joy, "may this be my gift to you."

The clock began to ring, hopping around crazily in the grass, jumping up and down as if it had a life of its own. Its voice was pure and unclouded; the divine hymn of Life echoed from its constant song. With a majestic flourish, a wide rainbow unfolded from the sun, stretching its glimmering road from the Alakazam to the unbounded heavens and vanishing beyond a cloud.

"This is how Daedalus died," he murmured softly, as if talking to himself. "He is free, forever, with the bright and divine future I have held off for so long…I shall join my best friend now."

He walked off the cliff and onto the shimmering rainbow. An iridescent spirit, a Lucario with emerald eyes, was at the end of the rainbow, holding out a friendly paw, smiling with forgiveness… The clock rolled off the cliff, still singing, and everything disappeared. Bolt and Blast woke up.

Surprised by their dream and feeling something in their paw, they opened their grasps to find an emerald triangular bandanna, two pieces torn from the same square, in each of their paws. They understood.

Bolt and Blast wear them to this day.

[snowstorm321]

Wow! Thanks for all the entires!! I (stupidly) decided to leave all the reading until tonight, so I'm going to have to announce the winners tomorrow or the day after. Sorry guys! I promise the wait'll be worth the prizes.

[ratsy]

Okay.

[berryicle]

My tablet broke before i could finish the drawing ;A; oh well .n. ...

[Anonymous Squid]

I'm so excited to see the results. Good luck, everyone!