Firstly, thank you to the few that commented on the journal. your names were put into a draw and one was drawn at random.
The winner of the giveaway is: . Congratulations!



Thank you all for sharing your work. It's been a good week for me having the pleasure to scout through so many galleries, seeing so many different techniques and styles
Hopefully you will see something and share some love with fellow Deviants
Here's some of my favorite ones;



 

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Self SacrificeThe castle rose ominously above the farms, it was squat and ugly and lit by the blood red light of sunset. Maritza pulled her blue shawl tighter around her shoulders as she climbed up the twisting path. No one watched her go, everyone had gone inside long ago. She clutched at the neck of the wine bottle she had been drinking from as if it were a talisman to ward off evil. At the gate she stopped, gulped down the rest of the bottle and threw it to the side. She then took out a rather large needle, she watched the last hints of the sunset disappear. She wanted someone to be there, to tell her not to do this. No one came, because no one knew. She had made sure of that. No one could know, because if she failed he would come down hard upon them. He could smell lies, better they be telling the truth when they tell him they didn't know.
She bit her lip as she thrust the needle into her thigh. With a gasp she collapsed to the ground and clapped a hand over the bleeding ope
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Self SacrificeThe castle rose ominously above the farms, it was squat and ugly and lit by the blood red light of sunset. Maritza pulled her blue shawl tighter around her shoulders as she climbed up the twisting path. No one watched her go, everyone had gone inside long ago. She clutched at the neck of the wine bottle she had been drinking from as if it were a talisman to ward off evil. At the gate she stopped, gulped down the rest of the bottle and threw it to the side. She then took out a rather large needle, she watched the last hints of the sunset disappear. She wanted someone to be there, to tell her not to do this. No one came, because no one knew. She had made sure of that. No one could know, because if she failed he would come down hard upon them. He could smell lies, better they be telling the truth when they tell him they didn't know.
She bit her lip as she thrust the needle into her thigh. With a gasp she collapsed to the ground and clapped a hand over the bleeding ope




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Stop Being A CreeperYou come after me,
Every chance you get,
You know more about me,
Then I what I know about myself,
You nose around every chance you get,
You love to find out everything you can,
About a person like me,
You’re obsessed with me,
You want to be like me,
But I don’t understand why,
I’m just a crazy person,
That likes to be me,
Every step I take,
So,
Stop being creepy and go the hell along,
Find a new person to stalk,
That has a better life than I.

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My Scar.It was pouring rain. I could tell because I could hear it pounding against the cieling of my cell. There were no windows, so I wouldnt be able to know for sure. By myself, I sat against the east wall, face burried in my lap. I felt like a trapped animal with no hope left.
I heard the bars of my cage open. I looked up to see two pairs on hands reach down and haul me to my feet. I learned the hard way not to speak or argue with them, so I just let them drag me to my next torture procedure. I knew nothing, yet they didnt believe me...
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They sat me down on a cold, wooden chair. Cold dark brown eyes looked down on me. "How did your parents get information? What did they know?!" he screamed at me.
"I dont know anything," I spat back, our eyes locked; mine containing nothing but pure hatred.
The man took out a pocket knife and flicked it open. "Maybe if you wont talk now, this will make you," he sneered as he shoved the knife into my mouth. I bit down on it in an effort to may
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Sun-DeadI.
I reside in a mirrored tower in a sun-dead city.
Symmetry and faded walls make the tower a labyrinth.
II.
I am always lost;
         because of the mirrors' tossing light back and forth, I can only see my own reflection.
I can't see anyone else
         and they can't see me.
I know they exist because I can remember meeting them sometime - in a class, at an event -
   and because I can hear them through the stifled halls
laughing, screaming in joy or anger-

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Whilst you're here, got a spare llama?