DA giveaway :D [closed][CLOSED]
Lucky winners to be announced within the week
Also, the big Goldwing up for auction at the end of the week at my FB page!
Hello dear friends,
hope you enjoyed yourselves on Halloween, however you spent it!
Yes, I know it's a bit early for Xmas wreaths... but not so much maybe I come bearing double early Christmas gifts!
The first is a points/coupons giveaway here on DA, starting now
The only requirements to participate are:
being my watcher (new watchers very welcome)
faving this journal (I will use the fave list to draw the winners, so don't forget it!)
Spreading the word is much appreciated but not mandatory
Prizes for this Deviantart giveaway:
First prize -
The Price of Horror
From the highest haunted tower
To the deepest crypts below---
Through the halls of Corman's Castle
Rings a laugh that we all know!
Tall and elegant he stalks into
The torture chamber grim,
To set the Pendulum swinging
O'er a victim, on a whim!
With a dark delicious chuckle
He recounts a ghastly tale
In his voice so richly mellow
Turning all our faces pale...
All the ghosts and ghouls bow down in awe
Before their gentle king;
Lift a glass of Amontillado
As the chimes of Midnight ring!
50,000 Pageviews Spectacular!I'm reaching 50,000 pageviews. So exciting! This milestone will be marked with a grand giveaway of points. Once I reach 50,000 pageviews I will be giving out points to 100 people. Yep! 100 people will receive points!
How do you get your share? Well, it will be randomly chosen from a list of my most active watchers. The more active you are on my page, the more chance you have of getting noticed and scoring some points. You can start by adding this journal to your favourites.
Thank you all for a wonderful 50,000 and here's to another 50,000!
More than BadgesLlamas... You give them to get them in order to gather those adorable little badges and to help others do the same. However, though this is the way that many look at it, I see it differently. When I give a Llama badge, it means something. It means that when I visited your profile I saw something amazing, something I couldn't ignore about you, it means that I think you are a truly worthy artist, that you deserve every Llama that you will ever get and more.
It is common courtesy to return a given Llama, but, next time you return that Llama think about it. Why did this Deviant give you that Llama? Was it because you asked? Maybe it was because they knew you liked Llamas, or they enjoy giving them to anyone and everyone to spread the love. There are so many reasons that Llamas are bestowed upon the people of DeviantART! But no matter why, that person took the time, even if it was mere seconds from their life, to give you that Llama. They more than deserve a Llama in re
He's A Woman- Prologue
I yawned and sat up. The first thing I heard was the snoring of Ringo Starr in the bed on the other side of the room. Oh joy, I thought as I stretched out my tired limbs and yawned again. I swung my legs around the other side of the bed and slowly lifted myself up. Something was wrong. I immediately felt that. What the hell? I thought as I stared down at my chest. It was a bit bigger, so to speak. I shook my head and was surprised that my usual light and short hair was much heavier, much longer. I slowly walked over to the bathroom, turning the knob and walking over to the mirror. I stared at myself, my mouth dropping open. At first, I didn't know what to say, so I just screamed. I screamed at my reflection in the mirror because it wasn't, it couldn't be mine.
Ringo stumbled through the door, muttering a sleepy, "Wha' 'appened?"
I turned to him, asking, "Do I look different to you?"
Ringo sighed and rubbed his eyes; then turned to look at me. He looked me up and down, sta
david and goliath.He passes under
the dying streetlamps'
darkening splashes on his face,
against the rooftops.
The tarmac, painted with his footsteps,
white lines of vertebrae
tickle along its back.
Lovely glass, shattered fragments
ruffle the curb of the pavement,
strands of rainwater
whisper along the gutter
in hymnal honesty; and sunlight seems swallowed
by the swollen beast of night.
prickle at the back of his memory,
a nervous pattern of speech,
syllables of iambic chattering
teeth against the cold:
the hotel window, shining with
the gaze of a thousand tourists' wonderment,
is where his own eyes rest,
as if the world is born anew
and love-songs spike the evening air
his life-tousled hair. He
walks on, passes on,
a stranger in a foreign land;
the moonlight seems
to turn about him, embrace his form,
a lonely touch, not quite animate in its caress,
but his love was the colour
of seawater on gravel,
and he would not take the taste of her brea