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POETRY
PROSE
#Literary-Visions is not your ordinary submit and run literature group. They focus on inspiring and standing out. With an interactive community they offer prompts, weekly features, contests, projects as well as many other things. Here are just a few shiny writings from their gallery :
#Live-Love-Write is a literature group offering weekly writing prompts, critiques, and a good community atmosphere. Here are a few lovely works from their gallery :
First of all, congratulations to #Literary-Perceptions on winning $fourteenthstars supergroup give away
Now, #Literary-Perceptions is a lovely literature group focusing on getting your written works out in the lime light. Here are just a couple of their works :
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NEWS - BLOGS - EC.T
September Feature, Literature by ~the-photographicpoet features some wonderful writings, by some amazing writers.
~the-photographicpoet has also released the first issue of the A,B,C's of Literature
!Iluvocnj2006's newest issue of Living Literature: Volume III has been released, featuring writers and literature news as well.
=HtBlack has written an article How to Ask for Feedback. Written for #theWrittenRevolution, but informative for everyone looking for a bit of crit.
posted on behalf of #PennedPaper, ~AlecWolfe has put together Writing TIps III
`LadyLincoln's mid-september updates have been posted packed with all sorts of literary awesomeness.
`Memnalar wrote Lit Group Focus: Adopt-A-Writer back in August about the group :devadpot-a-writer:, however, I want to bring it to your attention, as it is a great group!
^pullingcandy has written Simple Guide to Writing Horror to make all your Halloween stories a tad bit better!
the winners to ~the-photographicpoet's Remember Me Contest have been announced > [link]
PROJECTS & PROMOTIONS
#write-to-live is looking for a new founder. See their blog and contact #Adopt-a-Group if you're interested in taking over.
for anyone looking for fellow writers to chat with or get critique #WriteRoom is a new chat created by *aughters open to writers of dA.
On the poet is still going.
CONTESTS
Afghanistan: The Pity of War contest. : DEADLINE : 01.October.2010 > view details here
`dreamsinstatic is holding a Poetry Screams Prompt Contest for Halloween. DEADLINE : 01.November.2010 > view details here
#WordsArePicturesToo is holding a contest asking you to include a cat, man with one leg, black horse and two fish. DEADLINE : 25.September.2010 > view details here
#FreeWrittenWords is holding a short story contest. DEADLINE : 30.September.2010 > view details here
#Cybertronians is hosting a contest about canon characters involved in a prank DEADLINE : 02.October.2010 > view details here
#LITplease is back and hosting a new poetry contest What's in a name? DEADLINE : 22.October.2010 > view details here.
=rockgem is hosting a Mask/Masquerade contest. DEADLINE : 31.October.2010 > view details here
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SUGGEST A WRITER
If you'd like to suggest a writer to be featured in the next issue of Lit Bits please send me a note with their name and three to five links/thumbs of your favorite pieces in their gallery, as well as a little bit about why they should be featured.
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Send me a note with a little bit about the group and why they should be in the next issue. Also, send me a few pieces from the group that stood out to you.
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LITERARY HAPPENINGS
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volume I
*FEATURE*
POETRY
Crash and Burn We lay in the middle of
time and space
eternally watching the
universe change before our eyes.
Stars implode
creating black holes powerful enough to
suck in entire galaxies
and humans scurry
trying so desperately to
find the meaning of life.
We are an infinite paradox--
existing but not existing.
Our limbs wind around
suns and moons
and our love gives birth to meteors
so powerful they crash and burn.
We peer into the secrets of heaven
and tip-toe the line to Hell,
unsure where we belong because our very breath
is more powerful than any god could be.
We are yin and yang
the balance so many long to acquire.
We are ag
Showered among the stars.
Showered among the stars,
Like brilliant diamonds in the sky.
I hold your heart ever so tight,
I caress it with the gentlest of hands.
I wont break this precious gift,
A gift I've freely been given.
Was it Holy angels that gave you to me?
On that bright sun shiny day?
Did the Almighty know I would fall so hard?
Did He know that you were my other half?
The half I was missing without even knowing.
And is He glad that you listened to His prodding?
The sun sets to end another day,
Another day He allowed me to live and breathe.
Another day to love you compliantly.
As the golden rays fade away,
I close my eyes to dream of you.
T
Siren and the NightingaleSinging from a treetop in the dead of night
Suddenly I hear a voice from the seaside
it's calling me, though far away,
I feel it deep inside
I have to go, I need to go,
the voice will be my guide
Ohh, come to me, you know you want to
Oh, You'll love me, and I, too, will love you
May the siren and the Nightingale
though seperated by the sea
and deafened by the sound of waves
now sing in harmony
Ooh, I'm here now, and to be blunt
Now that I see you, I'm only stunned
The words I sing, always honest and true...
Aren't I all you've looked forward to?
we only join in protestwe're crumbling to corruption.}:thumb177334234:
we're strangers; falling into convoy and
declaring in our drones as we stamp
through pot-holed streets. scribbling
on placards words from paper
napkins and brick walls, defacing
road markings with our nation's
hypocrisy. where the only truth
is etched onto cigarette packets
and tobacco; the smiling taboo
watching as life is decided through
secret ballot, where we don't have
a choice but to learn to live by
scriptures scrawled in the small-print
of glossy magazines; stating 'portions
edited for entertainment purposes;' the
splinter of truth within wood-wormed
devastation. the baffled crowd
I LiedI've written you a million letters that you'll never read, I've told you my deepest secrets... I've whispered your name in a thousand different ways, testing the cadences and breathing you in. You'll never hear me...
I'm
so
sorry
...
I've improved my handwriting since I saw you last. Remember when you'd yell at me because I'd written my prose in a muddle of letters in a tumbled-up heap of ink from a pen I'd snapped in half absentmindedly? (Well, at least you were trying to read it.)
{did you know?}
--I wrote it that way so you wouldn't be able to read it--
I fell in love with words over and over, I told you, because (sure as anything)
Playing With Your HairWhen everybody dreams of pixies I dream of you,
The puffiness under your eyes,
Making your smiles always so pretty,
And the sincere love in your eyes that makes me ever so happy.
It could have been your lovely voice,
Or the very act of whispering that took my heart.
Whispers of everything I ever wanted there to be,
Betraying everything I needed you to see.
And no one should let true love sift through their fingers like dreams,
Because it's just too preciously rare these days,
Unlike all the infatuations in the world,
And the unending love I have for you.
Girl on FireShe's burning again.
Her fiery spirit,
zealous and mercurial,
sets the world ablaze.
The cleansing conflagration
is the only home she's ever known.
There are bright sparks,
where heat roars
and happiness burns like a supernova,
leaving a chagrin hollow
that sustains her weak will
until the next ray of hope.
The world blisters around her,
life fleeing from her presence,
like a wildfire;
she chars all that's near without distinction,
just looking
for a place to belong.
Find her amongst the ashes
like the phoenix immortal
blazing through eternity
as time begins to ossify.
Sit and watch
as her life goes up in flames.
stigmata: the hallowed hollowsthe hallowed hollows are red with my energies,
lust and love and couer rage, staged intimacies
that have been overturned by the fulcrumed wisp
of light. blue and a curious indigo, the crisp
violet of revelation and I am castoff and away
as so many times before, darkness to the fae
and yet living, a heart beating a crippled thrum
but beating nonetheless, this kodo drum
chasing away the daemons and the angels alike
as I fail redemption one more time and strike
against an iron headboard where I am told to wait
patiently for promises and vows to confiscate
my pain in night music kisses, sweet and true,
black roses and white lace, a
ravishi.
these are the secrets we keep pressed against the skin of
your thighs and the confessions we dare not release past the
even rhythm of our pulses; this is everything our tongues keep
to themselves beyond the angles of lopsided secret smiles
ii.
these are the badges of honor we keep tucked on the insides
of our collars and in the rolls of our sleeves; this is the faintest
touch of my teeth leaving their mark on your clavicle and
the excuses we make when our distinctions are discovered
iii.
these are the memories we whisper to ourselves in stairwells
and private moments during the car ride home; this is you
closing your eyes an
PROSE
Tragedy -Part Three of Three-Beth had been gone for only a week, but it still felt like an eternity. I texted her everyday, all day, but even that didn't feel like enough. No matter how many 'I love you's and '
Humans Have Always...Humans have always reached for the stars like pungent interstellar moths craving the -too far away for hope- specks of light. They worshiped the sun in their early days, but the moment they were able to mimic it, they left it behind for secondhand luxuries. It was easy.
First the flame warmed tired bodies and brought water to their chilly eyes. But that wasn't enough, for humans were and are greedy little moths. Lanterns harnessed the flame that they soon learned had a dangerous bite. Soon after came bulbs filled with a brightness brought upon by electricity so that they pushed themselves further and further away from the natural state.
Fam
Lady of the LabyrinthLady of the Labyrinth
by: Ismira Daugene
Labyrinth (c) Henson & Froud
o O o O o O o
Sarah Williams sat on her bed, staring at the mirror on her vanity. Pictures of her mother and herself and news clippings of her mother's Broadway career decorated the white painted frame. It wasn't the pictures or clippings she was looking at though. Where normally there was her pale faced, dark haired reflection staring back at her, Sarah saw a man with a wealth of fair blond hair, his slanted eyes under winged eyebrows stared back into her hazel gaze. She slowly rose and moved toward the mirror; the man watched her approach, smirking. "What did yo
broken soulswe lay like broken souls, on the hard concrete, our spines outstretched, our hair falling upside-right. our laughter spills out into the sky, and the silence in the playground is deafening and soothing and lovely all at once. the air is whispering leaves across the ground and the trees are quietly humming songs about fall. i tell you my hipbones are too prominent, and you laugh, filled with upside-down oxygen and the quiet stars in your eyes shine so brightly. you watch me as i watch the bruised sky, and you move your warm hand to hold mine.
"your hair looks like a lion," i giggle into the night, and i turn to face you, and the stars in your
whimsical thingsshe can't sleep at night, so instead she watches the stars from her bed and writes poetry in the folds of her mind. she watches the sky change colour from darkest purple to a light blue and watches as the stars dissapear one by one. she feels redundant, watching the sunrise.:thumb174180682:
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we're sitting on her bedroom floor and she's got a spoon and a lighter, a syringe and a lack of something to keep her happy. sometimes i think, when we're here, that she should write her poetry down. that she could escape some things. i never tell her out loud though; we just shoot heroin and fuck with the stars. we shoot heroin and fuck with ourselves until everythin
She's breathing again.1. She spoke of the way his spine curved perfectly, the way his skin hugged his body so tightly no bone was left unaccounted for. If she believed in God, this boy would be the answer to her prayers, but she lost faith in the products of man's imagination long ago.
i. The first gift he gave her was a pendant that symbolized fertility, and it was the first time something of material value brought her comfort. She wore the necklace just above her chest, because nothing could get in the way of him finding his place in her heart.
2. He was the man she had always hoped for, ever since her childhood days of imagining friends and creating worl
*GROUPS FEATURE*
#Literary-Visions is not your ordinary submit and run literature group. They focus on inspiring and standing out. With an interactive community they offer prompts, weekly features, contests, projects as well as many other things. Here are just a few shiny writings from their gallery :
Know You No MoreI could read you like a book,:thumb114721557:
Letter by letter.
I knew you by heart,
Your every scrap of thought .
We were inseparable,
Saw each other everyday.
But then I left.
I didn't have the choice;
And don't tell me we always have the choice;
We don't always have the choice.
When I came back
I saw you,
But didn't recognize you.
I knew you,
But didn't know you.
At least
Not anymore.
Just a Pinch of SugarYou are not prince charming.
Your teeth are not white like my favorite soap. They instead contain a hint of yellow from your addiction to black coffee, you joke that you drink it black because you're manly; I drink it black because it makes me feel closer to you.
Your lips are not perfect and smooth, I know because you use them to lightly kiss the tips of my fingers when they are weary from overuse – slightly chapped, you hate the feel of lip gloss. That is why I wear none.
Your eyes are not striking with amazing shades of green or blue, but your eyes do take my breath away all the same. This indescribable feeling when my eyes meet w
That Old LetterThe marching was steady and constant, boots thudding heavily against the hard packed ground. It begged for rain as it cracked under the soldier's feet, splitting in a million pieces like a giant puzzle made of the surface of the Earth. The weather beaten uniforms that stuck out from their ramrod straight bodies were covered in dust, sandy camouflage for the dry conditions. Bullet proof vests and heavy helmets protected them, guns as black as the death they brought held by shaking hands; some eyes were battle hardened and others wide with fear. In their ranks stood a boy just shy of twenty, his own eyes cold and expressionless. He appeared to
#Live-Love-Write is a literature group offering weekly writing prompts, critiques, and a good community atmosphere. Here are a few lovely works from their gallery :
november.the day i was born was not a day of sparkling stars and soft-spoken lullabies, of rose-colored memories and warm autumn hearts. time did not stand still, but instead slipped between shrill cries and bitter words. but i would not know; i was not there. i cannot remember my first breath, and i cannot remember what i saw the first time i opened my eyes. but perhaps i never really learned to breathe – perhaps my eyes never opened after all.
when i turned five, i discovered the art of being alone.
i learned that there is no celebration song when you are twenty-three hundred miles from where you belong and your family has fluttered off into
blizzardit's cold
white flakes fall fast
in the biting winter breeze
they clump in puddles on the ground
before they start to freeze
blue sky turns gray
puffy clouds begin to form
the air is foggy, breath is seen
in the winter storm
all is white now
but never is it pure
i'd let the children out to play
but now i'm not so sure
slips on sidewalks
lost in mounds of ice
snow is soft, but freezing cold
no, winter's not so nice
it's cold
blued veins.such a pretty boy [he's beautiful], but amongst all that prettiness, he doesn't understand. so fragile. just a brittle frame. translucent, as he stood by the window. she hovers behind, unwilling to break him further.
"you never told me why."
she waits for more.
"i don't understand. how can you think it's right for you when it's hurt you so much?"
he's not done.
"i walked away from you, so you'll never walk away from me. i couldn't imagine the hurt i gave you."
veins on his clenched wrists look so blue [like his eyes]. as she stays quiet, she examined his profile. how can something so painstakingly beautiful look so pained at the same ti
The Beauty Of A BallerinaHer body flowed like water, movements smooth and perfect as each muscle tensed and moved, each limb bending and swinging at proper, beautiful angles.
Her covered feet barely seemed to touch the ground, her slim body perfectly straight and never curving unless the move called for it. Stiff was not the word one would use for such a beautiful movement, even in jumps and landings there was not a single jerk or rough pull.
One move after the next, pouring one into the next seamlessly as if there was not a single shift separate from the other. Elegant actions smoothed into poised standings as the music started into a new song.
The music matched
ThoughtlessRemove your righteous claws
sunk deep into my spine
your lashings and your laws
corrupted you confine
infantile, I try to stand
against the growing guilt
I am the knife held in my hand
the blood that has been spilt
soaked into skin and sheets
in time will turn to rust
I blame you for these broken beats
my heart will wrongly trust
falter, fail to function me
this paleness is no ploy
starving myself with misery
this body brings no joy
teenage turmoil you blame it on
medicine to make it blurrrrrrrr
darkest just before the dawn
cancer then the cure
repulsed by the reflection
of a future fading black
insidious injection
of
First of all, congratulations to #Literary-Perceptions on winning $fourteenthstars supergroup give away
Now, #Literary-Perceptions is a lovely literature group focusing on getting your written works out in the lime light. Here are just a couple of their works : :thumb179724971:
I Pledge AllegianceI pledge allegiance,
to the flag,
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic,
for which it stands,
one nation,
under a religion not solely represented by all members of its citizenship, a grave
misconception that should be removed from this pledge, and changed to
accompany the fact that America is made of many different religions,
indivisible, unless it comes to controversial issues such as abortion or gun
control, gay marriage or the death penalty, and divided in two by liberal, open
minded people and conservatives,
with liberty and justice for all, unless of course you're Muslim or homosexual, in
which case you will b
Caughtin the helium of a night:thumb178025124::thumb172504759:
where constellations ignite
the blood-spattered atrium
of a late summer's sky,
I find myself a comet
shooting the urban grid
in an urgency as I race
a suicidal rim on two wheels
in the blackness between the fires,
my red-shifted thoughts crossing
light years out-of-body
and outliving me
till the awareness of you
slingshots me at Mach speed
to await your arrival
long before it happens,
caught at the last light
so close to my destination,
inhaling the danger of you,
where to idle the demon
begs disaster, even if the
interlude proves a watershed –
by Neptune's light, I will
wish to death
*LITERARY HAPPENINGS*
NEWS - BLOGS - EC.T
September Feature, Literature by ~the-photographicpoet features some wonderful writings, by some amazing writers. ~the-photographicpoet has also released the first issue of the A,B,C's of Literature !Iluvocnj2006's newest issue of Living Literature: Volume III has been released, featuring writers and literature news as well. =HtBlack has written an article How to Ask for Feedback. Written for #theWrittenRevolution, but informative for everyone looking for a bit of crit. posted on behalf of #PennedPaper, ~AlecWolfe has put together Writing TIps III `LadyLincoln's mid-september updates have been posted packed with all sorts of literary awesomeness. `Memnalar wrote Lit Group Focus: Adopt-A-Writer back in August about the group :devadpot-a-writer:, however, I want to bring it to your attention, as it is a great group! ^pullingcandy has written Simple Guide to Writing Horror to make all your Halloween stories a tad bit better! the winners to ~the-photographicpoet's Remember Me Contest have been announced > [link]PROJECTS & PROMOTIONS
#write-to-live is looking for a new founder. See their blog and contact #Adopt-a-Group if you're interested in taking over. for anyone looking for fellow writers to chat with or get critique #WriteRoom is a new chat created by *aughters open to writers of dA.On the poet is still going.CONTESTS
Afghanistan: The Pity of War contest. : DEADLINE : 01.October.2010 > view details here `dreamsinstatic is holding a Poetry Screams Prompt Contest for Halloween. DEADLINE : 01.November.2010 > view details here #WordsArePicturesToo is holding a contest asking you to include a cat, man with one leg, black horse and two fish. DEADLINE : 25.September.2010 > view details here #FreeWrittenWords is holding a short story contest. DEADLINE : 30.September.2010 > view details here #Cybertronians is hosting a contest about canon characters involved in a prank DEADLINE : 02.October.2010 > view details here #LITplease is back and hosting a new poetry contest What's in a name? DEADLINE : 22.October.2010 > view details here. =rockgem is hosting a Mask/Masquerade contest. DEADLINE : 31.October.2010 > view details here*dA LIT. COMMUNITY*</3>
Literature GM's
aka: the people who feature DD's and help manage the literary community of dA
`GaioumonBatou - DD suggestion guidelines
`Memnalar - DD suggestion guidelines
`nycterent - DD suggestion guidelines
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Literature & Writing Resources by ~WorldWar-ToriLiterature Resource CentralLit. Groups List by `leoraigarathChat
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Literature Newsbrowse literature*FINAL NOTE*
SUGGEST A WRITER If you'd like to suggest a writer to be featured in the next issue of Lit Bits please send me a note with their name and three to five links/thumbs of your favorite pieces in their gallery, as well as a little bit about why they should be featured.
SUGGEST A GROUP Suggesting a group is much like suggesting a deviant.
Send me a note with a little bit about the group and why they should be in the next issue. Also, send me a few pieces from the group that stood out to you.
NOTE: when a group or deviant you suggest is featured, you will be listed as a suggester too. You will also be notified about the feature as well.
LITERARY HAPPENINGS If you have or know of any happenings within the literature community, please feel free to send a note with a link to the info of the project/contest/news/ect. so I can get some information on it.
Contests & Projects : please include theme, deadline and link.
News & Blogs : please include link and brief description
Other : include whatever you feel necessary and a link.
Previous LitBits
volume I
Your news article(s) have been included in the October 2010 Round-Up
I hope you enjoy the article and thank you for your time and effort which you dedicate to the community.
Sammie
(PS. Happy Halloween!