Omigosh entering o_o

Edit:// i'll enter 2 if i have time :)

wow this is hard..im going to show my idea to everyone but im almost done with my drawing.

  what im drawing is coffee beans pouring out of a jug. but while falling, they liquify and turn into coffee, before falling into a cup.

 but i cant quite get the hang of liquifying the beans so if there are any helpful hints out there i would be greatful

Yay! More people are entering! I like to see that loads of you enjoy this challenge. The whole aim of using prompts was to challenge people and see their true creativity. So far I don't see any unimaginative and straightforward interpretations and which is really good. I look forward to seeing your complete entires!

If any of you would like help or critique whilst you're working, feel free to rmail me. I can't help you with coming up with ideas, but I would be happy to help with developing ideas further and helping out with the presentation This whole contest is about ideas and creative interpretation so I don't want people with less technical skills to be disadvantaged.

Now, one thing I won't do for you is colour, draw, paint or write for you. That's up to you. However, I will help you by giving constructive criticism and tips. Also, even though I'm not good at writing, but I can help you with how to structure your writing to sound better ('cause even though I don't write, I read (a little bit) and I kinda pick up what authors tend to do). Anyways, if I give really bad advice. I'll ask my sister if you still need some help.

Contrast

- I can try explaining the contrast in this, but that might defeat the point. xD However, I'm not implying anything more than a father-daughter relationship, 'kay? :I 

I think this moment could be heatbreaking.

I stare at you quietly, and you look back. All around us is the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, but it can't pierce our bubble of calm. It feels like time has slowed, stopped until it's just you and me, alone. We're an oasis in the middle of the raging desert, and no one, no one at all, can touch us.

The silence is final. Like everything outside of the two of us has suddenly frozen. A woman sipping her juice. A waiter tripping and about to drop his platter. A man pouring another glass of wine for his wife, the ruby droplets like a frozen waterfall falling from the pitcher.

I reach my hands up and curl them around your neck, pressing myself close. There's a sense of finality to this contact between us, the way you hug me closer to you. Your hands sit on my hips, their grip warm and comforting. I've always loved the way that we fit together, like two parts of a whole. Your grip tightens as I lean my head into the groove of your neck, breathing in your musky scent that I've known for so long.

An it's about to be ripped away from me.

You're going away, you told me a week ago. Got a job offer you can't refuse. I wanted to come, I wanted to say with you, but there was that financial issue.

And then there was mum.

You guys were always arguing. She didn't approve of you. Didn't want me going over to your place so we could have some quality time. God knows how I tried to convince her that you were alright. That you meant well. But she was so wrapped up in her own hate she didn't bother with my feelings.

So tomorrow you're getting on the plane and I'll never be able to see you face-to-face again. At least, not until I turn eighteen. But two years without your smile, your hugs, the way you treat me like I matter.

It feels like a thousand.

I've got five minutes to say goodbye, even though here in our refuge time stands still. I take a deep breath, suddenly afraid to speak my mind. I lick my lips, as shy as a schoolgirl at her first dance, and try to steady my nerves.

But it isn't working. I can feel the tears beginning to well up, my eyes going moist with emotions I can't even begin to understand. It feels as if that the moment I open my mouth and speak that everything will be definite. That this will be real...no, it already is.

Doesn't reality suck?

I nibble my lip and take a deep breath, closing my eyes as I tighten my grip on the one thing that matters most to me. Opening my mouth I almost lose my nerve when a small squeak comes out, completely shattering any confidence I had before. But your arms grip me trustingly and I find myself saying four words.

"I love you dad."  

The ti
tle is the Prompt Bluh Bluh. Or use the alternative: 'That New Car Smell' because it is oddly fitting.

My fingers are too heavy
To leave the surface of your earth
Unscathed and untouched.
Whorls of fingerprints are pressed
Into your skin,
My breath leaves the soft film of
Early-morning mist
And the echoes of my footsteps
Reverberate in the cornucopia of your ear.

Somehow, I wanted to watch you
In your own raw light once again
With your rosy cold lips and virgin blush.
Somehow, I wanted to talk to you
As a ghost.
As a figment of some childhood daydream.
Somehow I want to meet you
Without having my oppressive leaden existence
Ever crashing into you.
Somehow, I wish I left you
Simply undisturbed.

Not a love poem. Not a love poem. Not a love poem.

Dayum, I'm going to buy a horse with the prize money because this poem is ttly rockin'. 

Snivy606, what's the theme and how is your entry relevant to the contest? xD

http://www.rescreatu.com/forum/cat/games/contests/-gt-gt-the-color-contest-visual-art-and-writing/~page/7/

http://www.rescreatu.com/forum/cat/games/contests/-art-contest-prizes-/~page/5/

Even though this other two contests are closed, you still entered the same thing to multiple contests. The entry isn't even relevant to any of the contests you entered. I don't think I have any choice but disqualify you. I have ammended the rules to make it clear that the entry must use a prompt and be made specifically for this contest (I actually thought it was pretty obvious xD). 

You may enter again with an entry that follows all of the site rules, Snivy606.