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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, NicBelroque 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
3 month premium membership
micro-MEGAS CoNtEsT/Public's choice: END OF VOTES!(voir plus bas pour le français)micro-MEGAS CoNtEsT/Public's choice: END OF VOTES! by NotreForteresseBrule
VOTES CLOSED - all the results soon!
VOTE FOR THE ENGLISH PUBLIC'S CHOICE HERE http://notreforteressebrule.deviantart.com/journal/poll/3775210/
VOTEZ POUR LE PRIX DU PUBLIC FRANCOPHONE ICI :http://notreforteressebrule.deviantart.com/journal/poll/3775225/
Read, comment ! Lisez, commentez !
Time for vote / Temps du vote : 1 Week / Une semaine !
THE CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED - RESULTS WILL BE ANNOUNCED SOON
english submissions = 1er place, 2d place, honorable mentions and public's choice
dev francophones = 1ère place, 2de place, mentions honorables et choix du public.
Our prompts are starting again !!
Our next contest is entitled "Micro // Megas". Poetry only. Here are the rules :
1. You choose a topic of your liking
2. You write 2 poems about it : one minimalistic (5-7 words story, micro-poetry, haiku/tanka/senryu, etc) and the s
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 (NicBelroque 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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A History of PurgatoryFor more than a millennium purgatory's souls wallowed in despair while chaos and confusion ruled the realm. As a dark and barren pit, no sun lit the gray sky and no water gave life to the dry ground.A History of Purgatory by thorns
Souls appeared one by one as they died on Earth. They lingered in purgatory, weeping and cowering, until demon underlings dragged them to the pits of hell. The souls wasted their limited days huddled together for fear of the demons' frequent visits.
One soul broke apart. A soldier. Broad and standing tall in his gleaming armor, he held his spear at the ready and stood watch over the souls. He knew no other course of action.
As always the demon underlings returned to claim more souls. Three feet tall and hairless, the handful of gray and black imps scurried across the land and snickered to themselves.
The soldier bellowed a war cry and charged the creatures.
Startled by this first ever challenge, the underlings scattered, fleeing the enraged warrior and his spear.
Emboldened by the display,
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
Umbral Reign Chapter 1 : Coming StormAnother arrival. Another batch. Unfortunate souls for the taking, who knew what for. Wicked in the eyes of some, but business as usual. The purpose was higher, but unspoken of. Even when questioned, the goal went without elaboration and answers were kept vague, strictly to a measure of truth that revealed little. Not that she cared.Umbral Reign Chapter 1 : Coming Storm by Kestanesus
The clouds in the skies above were darkening the day and the seas were gradually becoming more unsettled as they pulled in to the makeshift dock, unwilling passengers in tow. The tiniest of spits of rain began to fall, heralding the early signs of a storm. They were fortunate to arrive when they did, beating out the weather by the smallest of margins and ensuring their cargo survived the trip to their little island, not that they themselves were in any danger. Perhaps she may have been, but not with her brother present.
“Ill omen, they say on the seas. For the land walkers, at least,” Sydyan mused as he pulled the boat ashore. He carefully faste
FFM 2012, July 2 - Exegesis"And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made." The lecturer quoted, barely glancing at the thick black Bible. "And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made."FFM 2012, July 2 - Exegesis by Wolfrug
His students were still alert and awake they had barely passed Genesis 1 after all. "Obviously, 'rested' here does not mean God was literally tired, for God does not tire. It merely meant he was finished, done, with his work of creating Heaven and Earth, and could now take a moment to consider it the Hebrew word shâbath..."
Unfortunately, the lecturer did not have time to finish. The earthquake swept across the campus, uprooting trees and collapsing some of the smaller buildings outright.
The cracks in the ground grew ever larger, cutting the Holmes Memorial Building in half, before the shocked eyes of the students. And from the cracks streamed
FFM 2012, July 24 - 'He's Writing This!'One morning, the device was just there, sitting on Jack's office chair. He wondered if maybe it was Maddie's, but this wasn't really her style. It was like one of those tablets, ultra thin, aluminium, sleek. He turned it around in his hands no logos, holes for recharging, or other buttons aside from a simply labelled 'on' button.FFM 2012, July 24 - 'He's Writing This!' by Wolfrug
Jack sat down and booted up his computer. Maddie was at work, 'real work' as she called it, and the kids were at school. His agent hadn't called him back about the Vagrant Earth II manuscript, and he didn't dare open the latest letter containing his royalty check, for fear of what it might say. While waiting for the computer to start, he turned the device on.
"Hello Jack" It printed. Personalized. Must be Maddie's idea then somehow. But these things were expensive, and she wasn't one to splurge.
"Is this your first time using the Prosaic Plot Converter?" It prompted him, with big touchscreen buttons for 'yes' and 'no'. He clicked 'yes', fe
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy centerLament of an Atheist by alexiscaitlinking
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists are not
meant for passion. Idealists are the dreamers
of their own demise; only they can make it
A man once told me that the astute make terrible
lovers, but I'll fight that to the bitter end. Maybe
the irrational are so hopeful in their wafts of
hallucination they cannot come to mindful conclusions
of their forsaken love.
There's a poet under my skin, itching