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Christmas/Winter Contest

Thank to to our wonderful judge TheFS who really did a superb job on his own. The results are in - and just in time for Christmas too (for those of us who celebrate).

The Entries

We are nowhere and it's now by EternalSunday
Ice Sculptures by MagicalJoey
Holding On by Brimana
Welcome to Bentleyville (Ghosts of Christmas Past) by TheEpicPoet
Santa's Successor by ward-san

The Winners

Welcome to Bentleyville (Ghosts of Christmas Past)Welcome to Bentleyville (Ghosts of Christmas Past)
I have always loved the snow.  The way it drifts down from the sky in softly fluttering brigades and lands upon my eyelashes, its refreshing caresses and ticklings, and how it buoyantly supports one as they roll around in it, happily unaware of anything else but the snow.  Snow is perfect, crystalline.  Ethereal.  Otherworldly.  
I dislike the holiday season.  I fear it.  To me, it is a season of relentless questions, disrupted families, high tensions, turmoil, and death.  It is hard.  It makes me want to hide in my closet and curl into a little ball, like I did when I was a child and didn't want mommy or daddy to hear me crying.  If I didn't have snow, I think that I would go insane.  I think that my grip on reality would slip, and I wouldn't be able to hold on.
I wish I could love the holidays.  I wish I could enjoy Christmas.
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I don't understand why people must question
by TheEpicPoet


Holding OnThey said that if he were good, Santa would bring him whatever he wanted for Christmas. Dominic knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't know how Santa would do it, but he was sure that if he were good enough, Santa would find a way. Santa was magic. Santa could do anything.
So he tried to be the best he could possibly be. He ate all of his vegetables, even the green beans, which he hated. He did all of his homework without being told, and was quiet when asked to be, and did his very best to be nice to everyone. When Carrie, at school, had stared wide eyed at his new pencils, he had shared them with her. And when Mom and Dad yelled at one another he sat in his room and stared out the window, trying hard not to cry so as not to cause any problems. It always made them yell louder, when he cried.
When Christmas time came near he wrote out his letter in his very best writing, making sure that Santa knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't let Mom see it, even though she asked, and held it clas
By Brimana

Mature Content

By MagicalJoey

** There are no special mentions, as we only had five entries and it would be unfair to either feature both or leave out one.

WINNERS: Please contact the prize donators within a week (give them time for Christmas and New Year) if you haven't received your prize. Please link this journal in your contact so that they know it's true that you won.

Prizes

Llamas from: MagicalJoey
Feature of four works of their choice by: MagicalJoey
1 month premium membership from: OfOneSoul
A detailed critique on one work of your choice from: OfOneSoul


Llamas from: MagicalJoey
Feature of three works of their choice by: MagicalJoey
A detailed critique on one work of your choice from: OfOneSoul


Llamas from: MagicalJoey
Feature of two works of their choice by: MagicalJoey
A detailed critique on one work of your choice from: OfOneSoul


Llamas from: MagicalJoey
Feature of one work of their choice by: MagicalJoey
A detailed critique on one work of your choice from: OfOneSoul

Any questions? Note MagicalJoey

Ciao,

J