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LIT me explain u a thing: Jan - June 2013LIT me explain u a thing...about literature newsLIT me explain u a thing: Jan - June 2013 by IrrevocableFate
There is a lot of it.
2013 is all ready [more than] half over. I don't know where the time has gone, but it's gone. Now, Nichrysalis had this fantastic idea about a "recap" of the significant news and events happening around the literature community and he kindly gave me his blessing to do something with this idea!
However, I know how much goes on during the year and one article might be a bit overwhelming [for me to do and for you to read] so I've decided to split it up into two six month segments. January to June and July to December.
Be prepared. :iconscaroutplz:
If you manage to make it through all of this I will let you ride on a unicorn or give you cupcakes. Or cupcakes while you ride the unicorn.
January | February |
June Chat TourWord Wars Instructions | Chatroom RulesJune Chat Tour by GrimFace242
We're stopping at Prompt-Bunnies!
A fairly new group dedicated to getting your creative writing juices flowing by offering up weekly prompts! Using not just theme/word prompts, but also making deviants move outside their preferred comfort zone by offering genre changes, Prompt-Bunnies is one of the IT places to stop if you're in a writing funk and need a little help!
Date: Saturday, June 29th
Time: *3:00 PM EST (USA)
[What time is that for me?]
#WordWars's Chatroom: http://chat.deviantart.com/chat/wordwarschattour
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THE WINNERS : micro-MEGAS CoNtEsT:iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :iconfireplz: :THE WINNERS : micro-MEGAS CoNtEsT by NotreForteresseBrule
UPDATE 9th SEPTEMBER 2014
THE WINNERS - FINALLY !!
LES GAGNANTS - FINALEMENT !!
Finally, the long awaited results. We apologise for the length of time it took. Both Frantz and I have had a bit of a tough and long year - BUT HERE THEY ARE ! The final results! Thank you to all who participated, by either entering the contest or by voting for your favourite text. It was not easy to choose, but choices needed to be made. So without further ado - here are our winners :
Finalement ! Voici les résultats tant attendus du concours micro-MEGAS. Veuillez nous excuser du retard, Frantz et moi, avons tous deux eu une année assez mouvementée. Nous voulons remercier de tout coeur ceux qui ont participé, ou en écrivant un texte ou
Four-word prose? Yeah, we do that now. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy to announce the newest aspect of minimalit: four-word microprose!Four-word prose? Yeah, we do that now. by HaveTales-WillTell
Over the past three months, the quality and creativity we've all put into creating worthwhile micropoetry has reinforced the basic soundness of our group's initial concept. So it's time to extend the experiment a little further. During the WordWars chat earlier today, we announced that this group would be expanding in a new direction: prose submissions.
So with the established success of groups such as SixWordStories, how will four words differ? We hope to be just as filling, but with 33% fewer calories!
All kidding aside, just like "three words" is a tougher restriction than "17 syllables or fewer", the stricter word count should translate into "no words wasted". Do you really need to use the passive voice? Or those adverbs? How about that 'the'?
I for one can't wait to see what we come up with. Let the creation begin!
May Chat Tour Event!Word Wars Instructions | Chatroom RulesMay Chat Tour Event! by GrimFace242
We're stopping at minimalit!
So we're a tad bit late in getting the announcement out. This can be completely blamed on Grim. He's a horrible horrible Jerk Face and deserves MANY floggings!
Stepping away from our parked stops here at WordWars, we're bringing to your attention an awesome new group here on dA. It's a bit experimental, very much creative, and hard as...well, let's just say really hard sometimes to write. And, we can't forget to mention their breathtakingly handsome admins.
They're also planning to make a surprise announcement during our intermission/interview time!
Date: Saturday, June 1st
Time: *4:00 PM EST (USA)
Mondo Grove MondayWhat is a Mondo?Mondo Grove Monday by Nichrysalis
A Mondo is a Japanese poetic form that is written in Katuata. Katuata consist of 17 or 19 sound units, or Onji. In the English language this would roughly translate into 17 or 19 syllables. Each line of a Katuata is broken up into either 5 or 7 Onji, and the entire poem (the Mondo), consists of a pair of Katuata in two stanzas. What makes the Mondo special though, are two key elements:
The first Katuata is a question; the second is an answer to the question.
A Mondo is only considered a Mondo when one poet writes the first Katuata and another writes the second Katuata; otherwise, it's considered a Sedoka.
Example (Nichrysalis and TwilightPoetess):
When are dandelions in
focus if not on
the blur of the wind?
When the sunlight—breaking free—
falls on the dandelions
growing around your heart.
The purpose of a Mondo is to leave you thinking about the question asked, even with an answer. With that said, he
At last, we meet again: devMEET, that is! Saturday, May 25th: it was a surprisingly cold and blustery Memorial Day weekend. But did we let that stop us?At last, we meet again: devMEET, that is! by HaveTales-WillTell
No! You know why? 'Cause Cassildra came to town!
Because of the foul weather, we moved the venue indoors, to the Shops at Columbus Circle. Nine of us showed up, plus one non-dA friend; after the obligatory round of hugs, we all started catching everyone up about what's been happening since we'd seen each other last.
After about an hour, it became clear that no one else was coming. So we put together an impromptu contest: draw, write about, or photograph something of interest. thorns generously provided 500 points, and four people chose to participate. Just about then the weather broke, so we headed across the street to Central Park to find a bench and sit for a bit.
The overall winner was ANightChild, who won 200 points for her lovely pen sketch of :devbobilikehob
Group Therapy: CommunityAstralseed of ProjectPorkchop is sitting on Fella's couch for this month's session.Group Therapy: Community by GrimFace242
For those of you not familiar with this series, each month we'll be delving into a group that is dedicated to their members and giving back to the dA Community through exposure, hosting regular events and just being an all around awesome place for deviants to settle in and feel welcome.
In a couple sentences, can you please describe what your group is about?
ProjectPorkchop was mad as a continuation of my original project Fresh meat which aimed to promote underrated yet talented artists found on dA with weekly articles hoping to put these amazing deviants into the spotlight. I've had a passion for promoting artists who are going unseen since I remember how much work it took for myself to get out there and be seen when I first joined the site. I thought the community could benefit from something like this and over
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Predator HolidayA human Christmas was difficult to manufacture on a Yautja space ship, but she gave the task best effort. Amelia surveyed their improvised Christmas tree. "It's missing something."Predator Holiday by thorns
A lot of something in truth. The fat turquoise leaves looked nothing like a Douglas-fir's needles. The leaves and branches were trimmed into an ideal shape, but the vibrant color distracted her.
She didn't dare complain. Val'jek, her Yautja mate, had traveled to two different planets to chop down trees himself. This was their second. The first had looked remarkably similar to a pine tree, but gave her an allergy rash. Grumbling, Val'jek had seen to its disposal and brought her the current alien tree.
Mah'sic, Val'jek's unblood son, chirped like a small bird. "What is it missing?" The unblood surveyed the tree beside her. His pensive expression and tightly closed mandibles reminded her of his father.
She hummed. "I'm not sure."
The unique ornaments were probably a vegan's worst nightmare. Animal bones, small
Science Fiction of the Most Disappointing OrderOne day I sat at my listening post in SETI, drinking coca cola, eating chips, and making jokes about what aliens would say if they actually saw my fat lazy coworkers and I, when an extraterrestrial race contacted us in a series of beeps on our high-frequency radio.Science Fiction of the Most Disappointing Order by SgtPossum
Needless to say, I nearly crapped myself in recording the message, for it was clearly binary and our autistic junior member to the team, a great big fat man with a neck beard who insisted his first name was Xoo (I think the real name was Dawson), immediately understood it. He began rattling off a list of simple mathematical equations, getting more and more complicated as it went on until we were certain the message was a list of coordinates or directions. Of course, by that point our superiors had crowded into the room, as had their superiors and a couple of government officials.
I sat at my cramped little desk with Xoo breathing over my shoulder as he scribbled down what the binary code meant and I transcribed the ones and
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma by SolarumNyx
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
snowy owl totemthey used to say potential like it was a life-sentencesnowy owl totem by RockstarVanity
achievement, like a weight around your neck
expectation to be smoked away like cigarettes, into toxic vapour
sitting on the roof at midnight mourning nothing
and the letting go of medals pinned to your skin without your permission
and you lived in full-colour and dismissed the concept of regret
early mornings, long days and late nights like a beautiful ocean
in the waves there was radiant delight and wonder, this crystalline desire
and fulfillment and exuberance and time never wasted
every second of delicious experience committed to a universe of memory
now they say impressive like a consolation, so proud of you
delicately inserting ornamental feathers in the wireframe shell of your wings
because they don't realise you used to be able to soar without them, and will again
and you smile because you are earth and air and fire and water
and the bird that lands on your outstretched arm in dreams of sto
FFM: Day 9The world was ending. The very fabric of the universe unraveling before the might of the Infernal machine.FFM: Day 9 by The-Inkling
With a final cry of desperation, Susan reached towards the console even though it was far beyond her reach. "Please! Don't do this!"
Alakahazar loomed above her, sudden and terrible, and wearing his custom shoulder pads, the ones with spikes.
"Alright then." He said, and flicked the off button on his remote control. The roaring maelstrom of destruction subsided, and Susan was left staring at him, completely dumbfounded.
She shook her head, tried again. "Uh, sorry but...WHAT?! You're just going to switch it off?"
He arched a devilish eyebrow at her with a facial muscular control that she had often envied in passing.
"Well you asked me to. But alright, I can switch it back on again if that's what you want." His finger hovered over the red button.
"NO!" She took a step forward as if to stop him, then thought better of it. "I mean...no, leave
wind and tidelately, i've been dreaming of waves.wind and tide by emo-black-cat
of the ebb,
and the flow
of crashing white waves
before they've broken.
that bit of ocean that
doesn't sweep you off your feet
but just pulls the ground out from underneath you.
literally - sucks the sand from between your toes;
the battlefield of the receding tide
pushing on the waves,
so my body's like, being forced into the ocean
and then released to the shore
that place where oceans curl
like burning paper;
that place where the receding tide
and the waves
seagulls and sand crabs
take bets on who will win.
where sea foam is a lot less choking
and lot more exhiliration.
lately, my dreams have come with feelings,
sot that war zone of wind and tide
rocks my soul to sleep,
before my eyes close.
lately, i've been down,
and also very up,
because i've heard it takes a while
for the flood to regain appropriate breadth again
after a huge, echoing ripple
has just lifted you over its head.
lately, i've been d