At projecteducate we're trying a new type of regular mini contests of sorts where we encourage you to tap into your creative juices and produce some form of art, related to a specific theme or prompt. If you have any recommendations or thoughts on types of contests or challenges you'd like to see, please let us know! The point is that these are quick little contests that also challenge your ability to produce something quickly, so don't fret, we are not expecting masterpieces that would normally take you a month or more to produce.
Prompt:
Produce a piece of art, whether it be a poem, a painting, a photo, a sketch, etc, that is related to the concept of grief. Grief can be interpreted in many ways and relate to several things: dealing with death, a loss, heartbreak, pain, etc. You are free to interpret it as you wish as long as it's not too far off from the concept. ALL MEDIUMS ACCEPTED.
Rules:
- Your deviation must be NEW - created AND posted after the posting of this journal.
- Your deviation must be submitted via comment on this journal.
- Your deviation should link this journal in its description.
- If it is not already clear, your deviation should be accompanied by a brief comment explaining how it relates to the prompt.
Deadline:
Monday July 17th at 11h59 PM Pacific Time (Los Angeles)
Prize:
1 winner will be chosen and receive either a 3 month core membership or 1200
ALL entries will be featured in the announcement journal of the winner.
Winner Challenge #3:
Nuclear Winter by nitchwarmer
All other entries to Challenge #3:
Music for the Apocalypse
Music for the Apocalypse
By Emily Weber
Homer plunked the moon-shaped object into the ancient music playing device. He held his breath unconsciously as his armored finger hovered over the button labeled with a small right-facing triangle. He glanced at his pet firg, “this may be it my friend.”
The firg, whom he’d named Coda brushed by his leg. It didn’t understand what he was saying of course, but it felt Homer’s excitement. Homer hit the button and sound emitted briefly from the music player. A tune began to play, but then there was a hard scratch and it stopped.
Homer inhaled sharply and disappointedly. Coda felt his irritation and whimpered, coiling its plump, red, hairless, warm body about his shins.
Homer looked down at his pet sadly through the window of his protect
Laid BareLaid Bare
By Natasha Weber
Virtue and his little sister, Courage, had been spotted. They ran across the barren, brown, rocky plains together.
They were being chased by a band of humans holding up a banner signifying they were from a particular clan. Humans liked to divide themselves like that.
Courage had given them away. She had woken up before Virtue and had gone flying. Virtue told her never to take flight--humans had guns that could shoot Angels down. But Courage often said to him, "what's the point of having wings if we can't use them?"
Virtue didn't know what the point was; but he also knew flying was tantamount to death or capture. It had been that way for thousands of years now--ever since the world turned brown and the toxins flooded the earth.
Angels were meant to fly, however, and some were dri
We didn't get as many entries for the last challenge so please do let us know if you have any suggestions or feedback on how to make these challenges work best for you
