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Summer Feature of GrimGloomTale [2013]

Journal Entry: Tue Jul 9, 2013, 8:11 AM
Summer officially began a wee bit less than 3 weeks ago and it's time for our Summer Feature. As always, you'll find here only works having below 100 favourites - but even this filter didn't make it easier to choose so few for this showcase, so be sure to check GrimGloomTale's gallery.

We also have, as some of you remember, a contest going on, Tolkien themed. It's only a month to go! I might consider extending the deadline if needed.

Since we don't get many submissions to two our folders, Clothing and Jewerly and Artisan Crafts, I decided to merge them into one, named after the latter. However, it's not closed for anything else than A.C., since it also includes the old Clothing and Jewerly - as the folder description says, you can submit to it also fashion and cosplay photos, when the outfit is clearly presented.




Traditional Art


The Little Mermaid (H.C. Andersen) by AlsdalePoisoned Apple by Moon-In-Milk
Northward by theyearbeforetimeukraine girl by vaenaton.p by paulee1
time by MTrafimoffIn Fables by DanielKarlssonRomantic Ade -commission by SandraHultsved
Moments of peace by Valentina-MustajarviRusalka by ViolletCZ
Melancholy1 / 2011.11 by doming92Le Chevalier Errant by Sieskja
The Handkerchief Ghosts by turbulentoastExploration dans les grottes ... by KafkamiYoung King by Richard-Moon



Digital Art


The Briar Rose by wicked-fairytalebirth by kumpan
1of3HarpyMother by samraedukeCloud Spinner by WhatIsThursday
In the swamp by xRaika-chanxM. Hyde by TelennGwadDiving For Pearls Can Be Hazardous by artybel
colorful sunset by DiseznoRed Riding Hood by Shakoriel
Through the Bramble by CannedTalentOld Room by Tottor



Literature



EatenEaten
The troll has eaten the princess.
She crawled and jabbed sticks into crannies,
silk rustling skirts hiked to her knees.
She peered into the blank space beneath the bridge
that bristled with the smells of dank water and pitted stone.
Tadpoles wiggled the dull black of old bark.
It was exciting, no more needles grinding into linen
stitching petulant posies, drooping lilies.
After awhile dancing balls drone, waltzes spin like irritating children tops,
the kissing of hands chafe.
So she dropped to her knees, the mud supple against her hands.
It was exciting being eaten.
Sharp moss scabbed teeth, hooked fingernails
the yellow of dead sunflowers
piercing, digging into her porcelain flesh.
Cracks spread threaded with blood.
She simply mewed.
But now something fiercely blooms inside the troll's stomach
until the day he will split apart and she emerges to eat them all.
Little One by lluviosa The Music of Life, Death, and AfterThe music I hear is never playing, but always there.
A haunting wind, howling like a beast.
A terrible thump, heavy beats in the night.
A delicate sharp noise, that hangs in the air.
I hear this music over and over.
In birth, it was my cry, the slap on my back, and the cut of the cord.
In death, it was the broken window, the footsteps in the night, and the knife.
And after, it was the music I heard going six feet under, the first mound of falling dirt, and the shovel hitting the last.
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.
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.
Polite Temper Boy: The Soldier and the Hermit 1
When she emerged from the poisoned black waters of the South Fellekon Sea, there was only one man who gave witness, one man who saw the woman arise from those strange waters like a ghost from a starless midnight sky. He was a soldier out of thousands of others in a battle which had flared across the nearby forest’s edge, and then down to the field by the sea–flared like blue fire across a once innocent winter morning, drenching the dry grass and leafless trees in a path of crimson. Even the surrounding wilderness had not seen the woman, had not even sensed the stranger born from an ocean which held no colour.
Time fell back into reality as a Backlanton axe soared past the soldier, clipping the edge of his black metal shoulder guard, and sending sparks out into the chilling, lifeless air. The sound was deafening. The light overwhelming and blinding.This man, who had witnessed the woman with an expression of both confusion and disbelief, responded to the attacker without the
A Farewell to the Mosquito that Eats at My Heart1. Do svidanya
Underbrush sprouts only in spring but I have felt in my heart
familiar new-bud prickles, and feared your hemlock heart.
It is still winter, dear who will only ever be a fleeting deer.
In hunting-season, you were a fleet and antler-crowned hart.
Winter is another kind of desert, white like feathers, not for
weddings—tree-boned fingers make only cages for hearts.
I try to imagine snow as dandelion tufts, try to picture you
like linden blooms upon my eyelashes, upon my muddy heart.
But neither of us is so gentle, deer, and it is the deadly winter
that will poison us, that white-washes our fleet-footed hearts.
Pretty is no freckled face like marshes, no browned body.
It is a winter, a desert, the smoothness of  your iced heart.
Deer, you are tail-turned, pale and too beautiful for summer,
for my brown and bumpy marshlands, and my over-full heart.
The old queen anne’s lace of my summers is brittle and brown,
fit neither for a bouquet nor for your crown



Sculpture and Artisan Crafts


Kitsune ooak forest fairy by Rosen-GardenEnhanced Butterfly Sculpture by Rose-Ann-Mary-KGarden Gate by AnnEnchanted
Tobias by ShirleysStudioLauru Muziekdoos by bgerrWinter witch by Angirias

Summer 2013 | Spring 2013 | Winter 2013


Summer feature of works submitted to #GrimGloomTale, with works only under 100 favourites.
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:iconwhatisthursday:
Thank you for the feature :D
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STelari Jul 22, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
You're welcome!
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lintu47 Jul 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
    I love these works :love:
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:iconbeltaneh:
Wow - I found here a lot of stuff that went underappreciated ^^
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STelari Jul 10, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
They all are really underappreciated, hard to imagine they have less than 100 faves.
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Valentina-Mustajarvi Jul 10, 2013  Professional General Artist
So many beautiful works in this feature!
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STelari Jul 10, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
Indeed!
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ViolletCZ Jul 10, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Amazing! Thank you so much for feature :aww:
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STelari Jul 10, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
You're welcome!
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