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Hello, I'm going to enter in the writing portion of this contest, I would enter the art one, but I simply do not have time.

The Burning Moon

I see her staring at me through the window. Her loving gaze burns my blood and makes me want her with me. She's always been there for me, staring in my window. Why does she refuse to come in? I give her all my pain, my sorrow, my misery and she just continues to love me. Why? What does she gain from me except for my hurt? She looks into my soul and I feel something ignight inside and my heart begins to beat faster. Do I love her?

"You see me, don't you?" she says to me in her soft sweet voice, "I do," I tell her. "Indeed I do."

"You never open up the window, Love." she calls from outside, I hear her howling in the crisp, cold night.

"I'll open the window, just this one time and I'll come out for you." I whisper, thinking to myself about all the times I've wanted to go outside, but shied away from this change. I finally pushed open the latch and nudged the window open.

Air! It was so sweet to smell it again, and the pine trees and the snow. I could smell her out there in the darkness waiting for me patiently and when I looked down, I could see her tracks before me. I jumped out and follwed her howling.

The moon burned red in the sky that night, and when I saw her I could see the fire in her eyes and I could feel it in my blood, "My Love, I have you now."

We escaped the confindes together and became free.

Lol Fail x.x

I'll enter the writing contest. I'd enter the art, but I wouldn't stand a hope in hell. Not that the writing chance is any better. lol.

Blood and Fire

How could he do this to me? How could he honestly believe it didn't matter to me? I felt like screaming his name over and over, just to clear my head. But I couldn't do that, could I? I was the responsible one. The smart one. The one that always thought things through. When something went wrong, I was blamed.
''You should know better!'' Of course. Because it's my fault he's reckless and self-centered, annoying and nasty, and only has time for money. Yeah, that describes him perfectly.
This time, they couldn't blame me, though. They tried, but they couldn't. Sometimes grief makes people blame themselves. This time, it made them all blame me. It wasn't my fault I didn't visit him that night! I tell them. But no. They only hear me blaming them, asking why didn't they go visit him, so they go on the offensive and blame me. Like always. It's because they know I wouldn't have left all those candles burning. If I had been at his house, I would have gone round putting out all the candles, and they know it. So they hate me for it. I sometimes wonder if it was accidental, like the reports claim. If he really did leave all those candles burning accidentaly. He's not that stupid, is he? I mean, was he. He had been having trouble at work, having financial problems, and that dog of a wife was threatening to leave him. What does it matter. Either way, he's dead.
Why does this matter to me so much anyway? It's not like I liked him, or anything. He made my life hell. Why should I care he's gone? I only visited him to please my mother. But I miss him. For all his faults and tauntings and cruelties, he was my brother. And now he's gone, I have no family left. No friends. All my friends were his friends too, because he was just that kind of person. Unlike me. We were just polar opposites.
No family, no friends, no life of which to speak... I see why he may have done it now. Well, he's dead and gone, and he burnt all his damn stuff with him. All except his locket. I shouldn't have taken it. I know. But when I saw his dead body in the morgue and realized his locket was still there, I couldn't help it. It was the only thing that proved he ever felt some shred of human decency towards me. But my lifes over now. So I walk up to the old Jumpers Cliff. Believe me, you don't want to know why it's called that. I remember how good my life was when he was here, and what it's like now. Heart pounding, I shuffle to the edge. All is still for a few moments.
Finally, I look down at the raging waters, and I do it. I throw the locket in. It opens up, revealing a picture of us together, as kids, before the world turned him into the cruel monster he was. It lands in the ocean and is gone. Gone forever. The last part of my brother that was here is gone, he can't hold me back anymore. My blood is hot with excitement as I plan what I'm going to do next, hotter than the flames that engulfed his house. Thanks to my brother, I have fire in my blood.
With that, I walk away.

Sorry if I've gne over the limit. >.< I don't have a word counter on my wordpad.

Whoops. I forgot to add in some details to Kylie and Pyro, but that's all fixed for now. Here ya go <3

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Pyro, Aika's sister here.

We are going on a vacation for the next week, and the writing deadline has been extended because of that... and the fact that we forgot to judge them then, so the results should be up August 21st. 

We need more art entries! There's only three or four so far!!!

As for my comments, since I'm helping to judge them. 

I haven't read most of the poems and stories yet, but I will when it's time to judge, as for art, I really am loving alchaeon's entry!

Dragwolf and timberwolf's entries look nice, and I haven't seen any that were r-mailed to Aika yet.

Good luck everyone! See you after our vacation!

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I hope you like it! c: 

Entering for the art ;D

If I missed anything, please tell me, I'll fix it ^^