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Can I sit next to you girl

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Ytril Kamerdun
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Poland

It's me as Triss Merrigold from The Witcher, ^SylwiaTelari as Lajana from my story and Cucumber the Dragon as Lajana's Meroh.

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Spring Feature of GrimGloomTale [2013]

Journal Entry: Wed May 8, 2013, 1:03 PM

The long winter is finally over, so we can proceed to our next seasonal feature: time for the lovely Spring. I've seen many fabulous works submitted to the group, as always, and they all deserve to be seen. Unfortunately, I can't show them all in this one little showcase. Here you will see only works having below 100 favourites. Give them attention that they lack!

Traditional Art

The door in the Dwimorberg by ~LeenZuydgeest

Digital Art

WITCHCRAFT SPEED PAINTING With VIDEO PROCESS by ~nachoyague

Literature

Southern Comfort (Synesthesia)It was dark with howling winds
and only two were left alive
huddled in a cave -
they didn't weigh much.
They were feeble, sleight
spiders creeping out in odd directions.
I began to weep.
As if on strings, the weaker reached,
creaked in toward his pockets like a tree,
and - popping out a rusted loaf of bread -
loomed into the feel-space of his friend.
He kissed their cheek and whispered
as he set the morsel by their side,
"I couldn't bear to watch you fade to bones."
Then they began to weep, and tangle -
spiders crumpled up in odd directions.

The Journey-CallGrandmother says it wasn’t an accident,
says it earnestly behind my eyes
just before I rise in the mornings.

The house has become a flock of birds,
grey birds all silent, house-looking until I turn away,
when they flutter their wings, open their beaks to tell me—

Jan says my mind is too strained from grief.
His beautiful forehead creases at me,
no longer, it seems, crystal-white
but somehow stained glass, blue and mars-red
and when I turn my back I can feel his cat-claws
in my shoulder.

I am bedraggled, mist-covered and owl-haired,
so strangely old with all the ghosts around me.

The signs of death mark the sky, mark my hands&m

TattletaleTattletale

"Mad as a March Hare,"; they say of me.
But all I have is a rabbit, a white white rabbit,
hoppity rabbit, bloody little rabbit,
claret and garnet, I could eat him and wear him,
rings around my fingers and bloody rings around my mouth.
I could ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross.
But there are no paths in this mad forest
just a bloated cat whose face floats like a moon but sheds no light.
The only luminosity is the blood on my skin.
I was once so pale, virginal and void
until he touched me maddened by mercury,
silvery beads, pewter rain.
Is that why I am so confused, his grubby fingers and white white paws?
But I can't say anythi

Neverland“If you believe," he shouted to them, "clap your hands; don't let Tink die."—from Peter Pan

No fairy dust is strong enough
to make boys like you young again
Tinker Bell is always
around the corner, taunting

Wendy doesn't call to you
from a bedroom window
The Lost Boys gave up long ago;
Captain Hook found other foe

No fairy wings save boys like you
from the bullies in the city
No world of children clap their hands
to tell you they believe

(I want to believe,
Peter

I do;
I do)

What Secrets Hold the NoontimeWhat secrets hold the Noontime
and the sideways-falling Snow?
What darkness holds the Whitesky,
and the eerie Blizzard Glow?
What then of the Blacktree,
being Painted from behind?
Or the Biting Wind that harms thee
with a Lucid Mind?

The Monochrome and miserable,
the headsdown Passers-by
They feel the wicked sting,
as Upward Iceflakes fly,
Do they know the Deadlake
is haunted by their Dread?
If they did they wouldn't
look for the Lingering Dead.

And in the Cities crawling,
the Frozen Streets, what there?
More Slugs slipping, sliding,
with tangled, Matted Hair,
They keep eyes from the Skyline,
and the dirtied, Smoggy Snow,
That through the

Five ShadowsIt escapes our grip.
The things we crave, and want, and need.
Love, Time, Satisfaction, Success, and Greed.
All five motives to fuel our life.
Their hidden agendas give us strife.

Love, the bitch, that makes you care.
Blinds you, consumes you, and leads nowhere.

Time, the old fool, that is always sober.
Passes by unseen, fucking us over.

Satisfaction, the rich bastard, looking down on us.
Throws us his leftovers, it's never enough.

Success, our friend, lying to our face.
Stabs us in the back and puts us in our place.

Greed the voice in the back of your head.
Plays you like a master, making you wish you were dead.

Jewerly and Clothing

Woven Copper Wire Pearl Cuff by ~WiredElements

polymer clay chocolate cake by =trollwaffle

Sculpture and Artisan Crafts

Ferdinand Zizzlepop the Alchemist Goblin Doll by *The-GoblinQueen

Gothic ARt Doll Wendy by ~VeronikaLozovaya

The Tolkien collection by ~LuthienSecrets

Don't forget about our Hidden in the forest contest!

Autumn 2012 | Summer 2012 | Spring 2012 | Winter 2012

Winter 2013 | Spring 2013

journal skin by ^SylwiaTelari
parchment stock by ~struckdumb

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~AGRESTOWATA May 13, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Dziękuję za paczanie na mnie, odwdziecze się tym samym

I Ytril, duży skok zrobiłaś do przodu, kiedy ostatni raz widziałam Twoje prace na Digu

*Ytril 1 day ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Dankeszyn

Na diga nie zaglądałam już wieki temu... i nie chce mi się tam wracać

A paradoksalnie, nie rysuję więcej niż kiedyś, teraz praktycznie nie mam wcale na to czasu

~Brandon1920 May 3, 2013

Do I understand correctly that you wrote a novel?

*Ytril May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Yes, I am

It's in progress since about two or three years and I still haven't finished it... Are ypu interested what it's about?

~Brandon1920 May 10, 2013

Yes, coming from you I think it would be something good.

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