Winners of the Future of the Holidays

You've waited patiently and the judges have read and...judged...

It was a hard one! So hard that three spots just weren't enough! In each of the judge's responses there were two pieces that were consistently mentioned for their skill and how enjoyable they were. Unfortunently, because of the quality of all entries involved, we had to strictly adhear to the rules.
Regardless, we feel these two pieces merit an

Honorable Mention
:thumb108017477: H.R.M by poprocksandcharlotte

:thumb108024873: A Christmas Tail by WineWriter

Congratulations ladies!

Now on with the placing.

As a refresher:

The Prizes

PRIZES:

    First place:

    1 year sub or print of equal value

    Basic Artist's Bag!

    Emoticon Stress Balls

    Calendar of your choice

    Feature in Journals of: PurpelBlur, StJoan, LadyLincoln

     

    Second place:

    6 month sub or print of equal value

    Emoticon Stress balls

    Calendar of your choice

     Feature in Journals of: PurpelBlur, StJoan, LadyLincoln


     

    Third Place:

    3 month sub or print of equal value

    Emoticon Stress balls

    Feature in Journals of: PurpelBlur, StJoan, LadyLincoln


And now...

The Winners

3rd Place:
WakeThe sun was falling through the sky, and Sara shivered; the atmosphere was too thin. She crouched low on her hoverboard and leaned forward, hugging the ground as she zipped past the air buoys that marked the allowed paths. The buoys bobbed in the air with the undulations of the atmospheric currents, little orbs of color set adrift in the heavens.
It had been a while since she had needed to race the sun home, since she had seen it this low in the sky, dull and orange and more than a little hazy. It was so much more elegant when it was balanced above them--it was fuller then, more majestic. Dusk was not a beautiful time.
The sun was wet, runny, like a dull egg yolk sliding down the cupped atmosphere of their little planet. It highlighted the solar strips embedded in her board, sending them glittering, and patted ghosts of yellow and orange on Sara’s upturned nose with a bristled brush. With the light fingers of a thief, it glanced into the pack on her back, fumbling over the straps
Wake by cairnthecrow


2nd Place:
Reality Vision.Twisted Reality…
A droplet of water dangled from the ceiling. It clung on as dearly as it could, but being unable to talk, it couldn’t call for help – and, in such a large metropolis, no-one would notice it to save it from losing its grip. Swiftly, it slipped from the tattered roof and fell into the shallow pool forming underneath. Another droplet was already beginning to form on the ceiling, reflections of the surrounding metal walls being twisted through it as it swelled and, eventually, suffered the same fate as the many droplets before it.
The walls were thin and corrugated, and had devolved over the years from a swish silver to the current muddy brown. Just like the floor, they were moist –hence the rust peppered across them as casually as seasoning across untested food. In one corner of the room, a metallic puppet shook violently as water dripped into its unsealed circuits. Its mouth shuttered open and closed as it squealed violently, its eyes conveying
Reality Vision. by MaskedVengeance


And 1st place:
   Renew
The pig carcass filled most of the stainless tub where the delivery men had laid it. Freshly slaughtered, but not butchered, it had taken four of them to lift it there. None of them spoke to Rinnovi, only pausing for him to sign for the animal before they left.
On the way to the door, one of the men pointed at the stickers affixed to virtually every item in the house; black typewritten names and addresses on white shipping labels. The leader of the group nudged him and shook his head 'no', before hurrying him out the door.
Rinnovi poured a scotch, and turned on the kitchen vid display, his own visage peering back at him with a smile. He froze the frame, leaving the remote on the island beside the second stainless tub.
"Osiris, prepare to renew." He spoke aloud to the empty room.
"Preparations underway." The voice, angel soft and faintly Irish filled the room seemingly from everywhere at once. Both of the tubs began to fill with a steaming viscous liquid, spattering against the steel, a
Renew by SRSmith


Congratulations all!! And a thank you to all those who participated!