Writing Competition Hosted By Gracie and Gracie: The RESULTS

The time has come to announce the winners of the writing contest hosted by my friend Gracie Marchiani and myself. I won’t keep you in suspense for too long, but before you become tempted to scroll down and skip this part of the post, I must stress that it is very important, okay?

Right, firstly Gracie and I would like to thank every one of you who entered this competition and contributed a story of your own crafting. You guys are AMAZING writers and we had such a hard time choosing between all of your entries. So, you may all take a bow. *applause*

Originally, we had planned on picking just one overall winner, but a number of factors made us decide to change our minds and award 1st, 2nd and 3rd places. Reason #1. We couldn’t choose just one winner. Reason #2. We know how busy everyone is and we thought that one winner critiquing everyone’s entries would be a liiiiittle overwhelming. So now each winner gets a few stories to give feedback on. Okay?

If you are a winner – I know, I know, the suspense is killing me too – pleaseemailusstraightawaytocollectyourprize,okay?

Phewf, let’s get on with it.

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Emmie from Pheonix American Girl World with her story Ghosts At Sunset Lake!!!

Emmie, we loved your story so much. It was beautifully written and you weaved the prompts insanely well. Congratulations! Please get in touch with us to recieve your prize. Your story ill be posted on both mine and Gracie’s blog within the next few days.

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Emily from The Island Of Me with her story ‘Gone’!!!

Emily, your piece was hauntingly beautiful and deeply thought-provoking. Congrats, girl! You totally deserve your prize, get in touch to claim it. ‘Gone’ will be posted on both Through The Eyes Of Gracie and A Light In The Darkness within the next few days.

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Andrea from Spaceships, Vampires and Very Secret Agents with her story ‘Flames’!

ASDFGHJKL, Andrea, we looooooooved your story sooooooo much. It was absolutely amazingly written, your descriptions were beautiful, the drama was intense and you wove the prompts wonderfully. Congratulations! Go get your prize, my friend! Flames will be posted on mine and Gracie’s blog within the next few days.

Massive well done to everyone who won and everyone who entered and YOU, for reading this!

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Nothing More Than A Ghost – A Poem

His breaths laboured and laced with pain.
Her breaths as soft as summer rain.

His body slumped, holding in all the grief,
Her body floating, her touch cool and brief.

His eyes wide and unseeing, tears overspilling,
Her eyes deep and longing, her gentle gaze chilling.

His arms wrapped around his torso, holding everything in,
Her arms limp and lifeless, for onto life does she no longer cling.

His fingers curled around a photograph of her,
Her fingers lightly brushing away all the things that were.

His voice calling out her sweet name.
Her voice echoing his stricken pain.

His thoughts searching through memories of them both,
Her being nothing more than a ghost.

  Nearly myself cry writing this! Hope you guys are all okay. Xxx

I Wonder…

For a lot of people this is absolute, pure truth. I think everyone’s aim in life should be to achieve this level of contentment and help others to do the same.

I wonder what it’s like to go to sleep happy and content; without being teary-eyed; having my stomach in knots and my heart ripped out; without my pillow drenched in tears; without my thoughts tangled in a mess. I wonder what it’s like to wake up feeling hopeful, looking forward to the day ahead, eager […]

via I Wonder… — In A Messy World

Light – A Prose-y Thing That I’m Particularly Proud Of + A Reflection Of Society

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Sooooo, I haven’t shared any of my poetry in ages and so today I’ve decided to share a sort of prose-y piece that could be classed as a very long poem or a very short story written in stanzas (sorry, I’m indecisive) that I’m particularly proud of. As always, all feedback appreciated. I love to hear from fellow poets, writers or even just people who enjoy to listen and read. Oh, and while I remember, you have until the 27th of Feb to enter Gracie M and I’s writing contest. Click HERE to read all about it!

Writing this poem was a bit of an exploratory journey for me. It took into a world of metaphors and philosophy. It taught me to travel beyond the surface. I hope it takes you guys on the same journey. Loads of love to ya all as always!

Light by Gracie Chick 

Light.

On or off? I caress the switch with my fingertips, my mind racing, my head feeling like it’s about to explode, my thoughts and insecurities chasing each other in a fast-paced, never-ending, time-bomb ticking circle. On and on and on. All night. I can’t sleep.

Light.

“Please keep burning, please don’t go out. You are my only hope…” I murmur into the candle flame, my fingers hovered over its warmth. “….for I am so afraid of what the darkness holds.” I can’t sleep for I am too scared. And cold.

Light.

The only light I know is the one that shines from my iphone screen. The only beauty I know is the one that proclaims and aims for perfection, perfect body, perfect, perfect, perfect. #perfect. I must be perfect.

 

Light.

The only light I know is the one that keeps me warm at night and drives the dark away. The only beauty I know is the dance within its flames.

Light.

I switch you on. You hurt my eyes. You do nothing to soothe my pain.

Light.

I rely on you. You are my saviour in the darkest times.

 

Light.

What are you? I learned all about you in science class and then again in RE. Two very different definitions. The light of the sun or the light of Christ?  Do you go deeper than that? Do you fill the cracks of the earth? Pierce the surface? Reach the most remote parts? Could you penetrate my life?

 

Light.

You are the only thing that keeps me going. I am grateful for your presence. I don’t know what it is about you, but I’ve sworn never to question you. So you are here and I am happy.

 

Light.

Could you touch me? Touch the darkest parts of my soul, the parts where the darkness flooded in and I tried to stop it, but it it filled the empty voids quicker than the speed of light, oozing in to suffocate my screams. So now I stay silent, drowning in sickly, sweet black, black treacle.

 

Light.

You are my halo. You are my security. You are the only thing keeping me afloat. Without you, I would burn into the ashes of hope, sink below any sort of horizon, redemption.

Light.

I’ve thought about it and I think maybe the grey is worse than the dark. The dark can be lit up with sunbeams, if you try hard enough, but the it’s the grey you really get lost in.

Light.

I’ve thought about it and maybe the reason why you and I go so well together is because both of our lives are battles. Mine a constant fight to stay above the surface, to float by with ease, staring at the sun in the sky, not looking down, ignoring my feet thrashing in the water, keeping myself afloat, keeping myself alive. Your’s is a simple fight, yet one that can never fully be won, you have one enemy and one enemy only….is the light afraid of the dark?

Light.

Greyness. It’s like paint, isn’t it? You hold a brush between your fingertips, trailing it alternately through white. Black. White. Black. White. You watch as the colours merge, your life becoming a blur between them.

Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Fine, grey. Light. Grey. Light. Grey. Light. Okay, okay, Light. Light. Light.

Light.

Please show us your triumph, your strength, please use us to change the world, despite our weaknesses.

Light.

So you have won this battle at least. You have drained the darkness from my heart, but your word is but a promise. Please keep it.

Yours truly,

Hope

Yours truly,

Modern Society.

 

I Belong To The Beat

The atmosphere in the space was totally electric, fourteen young people all with a passion for words and rhythm, all gathered in one room, notepads and phones out, the whispers and mutterings of lyrics and lines bouncing off of the walls. 

I sat in the centre of it all, scribbling ideas and thoughts on my sheet of paper. The beat of the music pumped through my body and all around the room fourteen people moved to that same beat, limbs swinging, hands flicking, feet stamping, lips mouthing. 

I felt totally safe and at home in this environment, as though I belonged here, with these people, with these words, with this beat. 

Hiya! This is a snippet of my day last Monday when I spent five hours up in London, in a room with three amazing people who aside from being incredible poets, rappers and musicians, ran a 100% awesome workshop (looking at youuu, Adam Kammerling ,Shay D and Kim), a bunch of super talented young people and a load of speakers and paper and pens and plenty of good vibes 😉 This lot basically equals my idea of fun.

One of the things we were tasked with doing was writing a rap to music. I was a bit overwhelmed since I’d literally gone from being some teenage girl who loves writing poetry and watches videos of spoken word on YouTube to being in a room with two amazing artists who I was totally in awe of the whole time and a bunch of kids who had loads of experience and had music on soundcloud and recorded in studios and asdfghjklasdfghjkl!

Everyone was amazing, taught me exactly how to do it, all about beats and bars and whatnot (I actually had no idea how much of a challenge writing to a beat could be). In the end I produced a rap (!!!!!!!!) to an instrumental version one of the workshop leader’s (Shad D, if you look her up, there’s loads of info and music) songs. Below is the track and then my lyrics. Imagine those words to the same beat of the song, if that makes sense??

Just to say, the song does have a little profanity, nothing extreme.

Money is thin when the light shines through,
When there’s a fire to feed, it’s literally fuel,
Just like human greed, fire devours money too,

Flames lick at notes, how merciless are you?

All in all, this was one of the best days of my entire life – I learnt so much,  laughed so much, got to hang out with loads of like-minded people with the same passions, got to write A LOT, perform in front of people, chat to very well-known artists, let them read my work and give me feedback, it was brilliant. Everyone was a lot older than me and from a completely different culture (inner city London!) However, everyone was super nice and talented and I talked to everybody.*

 *this is an extract from an email I wrote to a friend, telling her all about my day. Apologies for the gushiness. lol
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this post! Please do let me know what you think!

 

Writing Contest Hosted By Gracie and Gracie!

 

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Hello Everybody!

Today I am very excited to be collaborating with another Gracie (Gracie Marchiani from Through The Eyes Of Gracie) to host our very own writing contest!!!  You have my permission to jump up and down and squeal as much as you like. Yep, you’re welcome.

Anyway, if you love writing and want to enter a contest, now is your chance. Read on for more info………

 

Rules:

    • Choose minimum three of the prompts below to weave into your story.
    • Stay beneath the 750 word limit.
    • No offensive or inappropriate content please.
    • Submit your entries by the 20th of February.
    • Email your entry to graciechick29@gmail.com and to abmarchiani@gmail.com so Gracie and I can both read your entries.
    • Let your creativity flow from the depths of your imagination into the words you write. Have fun!

 

  • PLEASE SPECIFY WITH US THAT YOU ARE HAPPY WITH THE SECOND PRIZE, IT IS OPTIONAL. Scroll down to find out what it is.

 

 

Prizes:

 

  • Your story featured on both of our blogs.
  • The chance to read through all other entries and give your constructive (but positive and kind) feedback like a proper writing mentor. As stated in the rules, anyone who enters can choose whether they want the winner giving feedback on their story, it is optional so please remember to let us know if you’re happy with that.

 

The Prompts:

 

 We are waiting in anticipation of your amazing entries! So what are you waiting for? Get writing!

Crazy Sleepover Post @ Midnight

Warning:  This is a bit different to some of my usual, more serious posts! This is a crazy midnight sleepover post coming to you from myself and my two friends Emily and Paige! At the moment, Paige is doing sit-ups whilst screaming about some Australian actor who lives in America (Bob Morley).  Emily is holding Paige’s feet and wondering how she came to be friends with such weirdos.

We are sitting in front of the fire in a yurt whilst scoffing ice-cream and popcorn dipped in onion gravy.

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Soooo yeah! You guys probably did NOT want to see this, but here goes anyway!

Our version of Vogue, yeah, don’t ask….

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Okay so congrats if you made it through this! Goodnight!

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