Let the voting begin
Do ye not drool at the sight? Do ye not wish to adorn yonder blog with this here award? But this here award is not for everybody. This here award is not for the faint of heart. Only the most traumatised, the most depressed and depressing blogger will earn the right to proudly and boldly show the world the depth of his or her misery.
My gratitude goes out to my dear friend and incredible artist Steve for making this award.
Since januari is coming to an end, I will present the final list of nominees for your voting pleasure. There are still three more days to go, so send me a comment if you have a last-minute entry. On the 1st of februari, I will announce the winner. When voting, don't just say: "I vote for so-and-so." Say: "I vote for nameofstory by so-and-so." And don't vote for yourself.
Yeeman:
Jules:
Ciscokid:
Sassy:
Bulb:
FineArtist:
Evil Krissy:
Rain:
Jessie:
Le Chameau Insatiable:
Laila:
18 Entries. Some of them really sad. Not bad. Now go vote.
posted by bulb at 3:17 AM
21 Comments:
That baby is cute as hell.
I'll have to think about my vote. I refuse to think tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
See... that's why I never got married. The verb varies, but that's basically the theme of your average relationship.
I vote for Keys To The Car by Rain.
I think this one has extra torture in it because it looks like they kept offering hope of semi-normality, so that every new flip-out was like it was the first one, like talking someone into taking their shoes off before you stamp on their feet again.
Hi all, after reading some of the other nominations, I have to say that my story is more an example of how sometimes people (I or ME) can actually enjoy being "evil" and not realize how their behaviour is traumatising or causing real pain.
Moreover, my story also makes a reference to the way our wounds can also inspire us to greater tenacity, creativity and a will to live.
I feel sort of embarassed my story is nominated (it was more a joke of course), but in my own defense, it shows me as the sick and twisted "evil" perpetrator. Perhaps once we realize we can also be perpetrators as well, we can let go of the sole identification with the victim.
Nevertheless, I want to say gratitude for all of you who share their stories of the darkness that won't let go of us. I do believe that there should be a place in our psyche to also write, share and hear the stories that are too embarassing or painful, which make us feel ashamed, unloved and scarred. I am glad that Bulb allowed us to look at our own pain from different perspectives and to allow for creative catharsis.
Sending y'all healing energy (yes, I know I am weird Bulb!).
Wow! That's the finest asskissing I got so far this week.
Yes, bulb, probably you are more telepathic than I am (I should be warned)..You see right through me and know this is a way of manipulating voters to vote for MEEEE..
;-D
I'll vote later..
Good response though, I can;t wait to read some of the others..
Oh no! the month is almost over and I still have more to read, vote on and maybe even write again!!!
Cheryl, thank you for that comment. You will never know how much it means to me.
To me, the winner is EVIL KRISS!!!
I vote for "that's why" by Jules. I like it for the way she casually mentions the most horrifying details and for its brutally honest conclusion.
I think I've read all the stories and all were really sick sad and twisted so it has been a difficult choice.
I hope everyone had an interesting time sharing and reading the stories, that was a good intiative on your part !
After much pondering on existential suffering and my limited experience compared to others, I decided to vote for Laila's story, because it shows me the way how total strangers can be so traumatised and lost, that when our roads do meet, it will be hard to not have compassion for them. And although compassion will save us, the sad and twisted thing is that we will never know what the world can do to save the "lost children".
The score so far:
rain : 1
Evil Krissy: 1
Jules: 1
Laila: 1
Bulb: 30586
it's really hard to choose but to be honest, the story that made me want to cry the most was Bulb's story about his mom.
I could relate to all of the stories in some way. I'm voting for "Bullet Hole" by Rain and thanking fickle fate that the only weapon in the house where I grew up was a Daisy pellet gun. Oh -- and highball tumblers; those left a worse mark.
Sassy gets all my votes, my compassion and my affection..
I vote for myself...but only due to the fact that I have lots more sick and twisted stories that I just didn't publish to the world...You never said it had to be a story that was posted...did you? BTW, I want to see proof as to where the 30586 votes for you came from :P
It's 2 am here. Seems there's a tie between Sassy and Rain. (Since I'm voting for Sasssy's "suicide" thingy.) So....
Anyone care to break the tie?
(I promise it will make you feel all powerful.)
My vote goes to Sassy. The mental image of her sitting on the table, hungry made my stomach hurt.
Bulb, you would've had my vote. Only... your stories fell really short in the sick and twisted categories. You had me at sad though.
Is it too late to submit a story?!?! It is only 11:28pm on Jan 31st here!!! I just posted mine, called "Best Ex-Girlfriend Ever" ... so if I can still enter....
I had to google Robert Bly, but I knew his name was familiar. The Iron John fairy tale. I loved reading that. Even though I’m a woman, and I was very single when I read it. It still meant something profound to me. I remember…..
the wild man is in a cage, the boy must let him out, the key is under his mother’s pillow, she will not give it to him, he must take it from her while she is sleeping.
that’s so ….Freudian? Jungian? I don’t know, but I like it.
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