CONTEST CLOSED

Our fellow member, - the Daily Deviation magnet - recently posted a photo of himself with a caption that read, "...me in real life". I got to thinking, '...wonder what he is in make-believe life'. I asked Smile that question, and he felt that his readers should provide that answer. (He likes to know what's on people's minds, the brave man that he is.)

I immediately jumped onboard with the idea. Here is the result:

THIS IS HOW THE CHALLENGE IS GOING TO PLAY OUT

After perusing some of his works (below), you will decide what this man's MAKE-BELIEVE self must be; a unicorn or a mountain or a woman or WHATEVER your intuition and observations move you to write (poetry or prose) or draw (traditional or digital). Anything mean, insulting and/or disrespectful will NOT be considered.

HELPFUL MESSAGE FROM

Hey Everyone, let me take a moment to talk about the contest.

The concept is this (and, really, I've posed this question to my readers before):  If you've just read my works, and have never "spoken" to me online, what kind of "character" do you imagine is behind the keyboard writing those stories, vignettes and poems?

Famous authors (to which I am not, by any means, likening myself) like Stephen King are almost stereotyped by the work they write.  Is Stephen King as "creepy" as his stories?  Who really knows?  Some of the promo shots I've seen over years of him show him having fun with that stereotype, but never taking it seriously.  But we make assumptions about the writer of anything we read, whether we realize it or not.

So, what is asking you to create from my writing is the "character" behind the keyboard- the personification of the mind behind the stories- a likeness of the heart and soul behind the free verse stanzas and images.

It's not really about me, it's really about you using your imagination to create... the make-believe Smile...

Since this is NOT a Group challenge, this is open to members, non-members, readers, writers, friends, and watchers. You may be humorous or serious, romantic or philosophical, sci-fi or fantasy...he likes them all.

, himself, will choose his favorite entries, which will then be placed in a journal to be finally judged by the dA community. So, if you can't draw and you can't write (or don't want to do either), but you want to be a part of the fun, you still can without membership obligations. PASS IT ON AND ON AND ON!!!

A few examples of his work appears in this journal for your convenience. If these are not enough for you, you can hop over to his gallery at: www.deviantart.com/?qh=&se… , and check whatever interests you.

Noticed in CommittingI started committing suicides.  They were small at first, but more grandiose as the months passed.
At first, I came up with basics: wrist slashing, hanging, overdose, jumping off a building, and stepping off in front of bus.  They were all very mundane, really, and if not done properly you just end up living very, very painfully.  It was after those routine ways to snuff oneself that I began to get creative.
There was going into a biker bar nude and starting fights with drunk bikers.  And when I say "fights", I mean with a knife in my hand.  That was a fun night.  Everyone was freaked out and angry at the same time.  They all wanted to kill me, but they didn't want to touch me either.  Eventually, though, they did.
Oh, another good one was sneaking into one of those giant dump trucks at a quarry and letting them dump tons of excavated rocks on me.  The driver of the loader always sees you just as it's too late and tries to stop the load. petaled memories of a younger dreamerI miss the days
when I thought girls
felt like roses,
and the rain
was my worst enemy
I thought I'd never
understand a soliloquy
in all its purpose and
adulthood still loomed
a distant thundering possibility
the open road
was a hobby
flipping cassettes in a car
that's no longer made
on a longer mountain road
the time of life
when you believe finally
in what you never knew
you believed and friends
lived wide hung close
I miss those days
when getting older
felt new and when
I anticipated my first
touch of a rose stay upnight flies over land
sleeping dreams
worries aspirations uncertainty
curled up under covers
some survive in dark
keeping wheels in motion
or haunted by memories
a graceful odd collage
prelight awakenings
jumble the dim peace
bringing electricity
to silent lines
the night closes shop
delights hidden by sun
majority rising
the magnificent go to slumber
(dedicated to all of us who would choose to live after the sun sets) Musing over the MoonI don't think that the moon
wanted to be
the moon
imagine a hot rock
released to its own path
by a collision
explosion
or monumental
fission fusion of creation
taking pace
among the stars
free
only soon
a sun with planets
slowly pulls 
cajoles
this liberated
piece of travel-rounded
mass
into a steady orbit
of obligations
light the night
guide the ships
pull the tides
make us wonder
let the wolves howl
night after night
repetitive
circling
wondering
about its freedom Hot Chocolate and Redemption"Because I'm a bad person, that's why."
Tammy's words stunned Ryan into silence. They'd had three good dates, and now this was her reason why she wouldn't go out on a fourth date. She'd been nothing but awesome, and this seemingly irrational rationale for rejection had him curious.
"I've seen you do nothing bad. You've been great with me." He leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of the coffeehouse's mocha hot chocolate. Her expression had hardened in a way he'd never seen before.
"That's because I don't let you see that side of me, Ryan.  Listen, you were really sweet and persistent which is why I went out with you, but I'm cutting this off before it goes too far.  I don't want to hurt you, and this will hurt less than you finding out what I'm really like." He noticed her hardened expression and flat tone shifted slightly during the last sentence, and they both showed him some pain.  He decided to play the card she'd just handed him.
"If you're so horrible, why be ni If you love her...lookpast
tired feet
and the hop-scotch marks
of time
through 
binding fears
of the last lover
to wrong her
under
brilliant layers
of preservation applied
in mirrored morning tasks
into
the little girl
who wants to ask you
to hold her good-night I, (a creature of night, with knife) wouldstab minutes
to slow time
slice demon flesh
to bring heat
puncture decency
to flush out truth
reflect dawnlight
to find home
strip willow bark
to drink tears
carve a hollow in her
to store love
sacrifice a heart
to bring favor kisselectric anticipation
energy of scintillating wonder
transmitted molecularly
moments before
precious first contact

Mature Content

dreaming cryogenicallyprimary-
secondary-
I am leaping beyond
all calculations
passing through
eternal orbit
of the natural satellite,
bound for the red
only i will see if bradbury's
musings hold water
if water will even
exist to drink
my footprint will
remain until sandstorms
blow it to a dust
i am first to touch
dark, lonely, dreaming
of the journey i am on,
only to wake when the
time for history has come Living AnticipationWhat she craved was hunger.  It took a semester for me to learn that.
She was an exchange student from Italy, a college sophomore, and I was a grad student assisting her ESL class.  The class was mandatory her first semester in the States, but she didn't need it.  She didn't need a tutor, either.
So, we were lovers.
Every Wednesday, in my far away apartment in Brooklyn, we met and made.  Every Wednesday, she would arrive on the N train from Manhattan and let herself in.  I left the door unlocked all day, because she would never give me a time. Answering her phone was her lowest priority.  All the world could wait for her, it seemed to me.  
When she arrived, it was always with a kiss.  There were hardly any words at first, just her on her toes and me leaning down to meet her.  She was 5 foot tall and all of nothing in weight, and never would I call her beautiful.  She was pretty: olive skin and brown hair on youthful frame.  Her ac

STARTS: MONDAY, JANUARY 20, 2014
ENDS: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 2014

YOU SHOULD HAVE YOUR ENTRIES IN BY 12 MIDNIGHT, FLORIDA TIME.

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When your piece is done, send the link to it. I'll take care of the rest. Though you will only win for one entry, you may enter two. You have a whole month to come up with a make-believe life for this prolific and "real life" deviant. Also, there will be prizes for the winner, towit:

FIRST PRIZE:
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<da:thumb id="174347771"/>*Winner's Package from


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SECOND PRIZE:
<da:thumb id="174347771"/>20 from (so far)
<da:thumb id="174347771"/>15 from (Anonymous Deviant)
<da:thumb id="174347771"/>*Winner's Package from


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THIRD PRIZE:
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*The Winners Package (WP) is guaranteed to offer placing winners at most a month long journal feature, exclusive admittance into our gallery to be seen by hundreds if not thousands of our watchers, and a llama for 1st place winners.

OTHER PRIZE DONATIONS WELCOME AND NEEDED