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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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Mother Nature's WrathThe supposed deity, Mother Nature, was always present on the backwater planet. The bitter cold wind, stinging Bosch's face and ruffling his fur, was a constant reminder of her wrath. At least the sun was shining as he trudged through the deep snow.Mother Nature's Wrath by thorns
"Machu's hungry." Shelly, his small human mate, lagged behind him. The snow was knee deep for her, but she struggled through without complaint.
He did not speak her language, but the translator implanted in his ear understood most human words.
"Soon." In the distance, he still saw the human structure they had escaped. He had killed the humans, but now they were in a race against time. Rescue was waiting for him two days away, weather permitting. He would be assumed dead if he did not appear in that time.
The pup in question, Machu, huffed and circled his bearer on all fours, impatient for his meal. Still light enough to remain on top the snow, the pup kept up better than Shelly.
Machu took after him in appearance, as was natural when his rac
Core City - PromptProtagonist: Jack RamseyCore City - Prompt by thorns
Jack settled back on his sofa and shook his head. "Fences are independent here. It's better for you and better for us that way."
Pat, his very distant cousin from New York, scoffed at him. "But we're family, Jack. Come on. You can't help us out?"
"I can help you out, but I don't take orders from nobody. I run my business how I run my business." He wasn't going to give in, not even for his mother's family.
"All right, so you run it how you want. We don't care what you do, not really, but help us out with this." Pat sipped his coffee.
Jack leaned forward. "What do you want me to do, exactly?"
"Not much, just don't deal with the Scarletti Family. Tell them you're busy or on vacation."
"Sounds like you're telling me who to do business with." He had been his own man since he was seventeen and doing small time thefts. At thirty five he wasn't about to fall in line like a sheep.
Pat shook his head. "We're asking you to take a vacation and
ThinWhen I was growing up my mother never kept a scale in the house. I never noticed this as a child. I was accustomed to checking my weight visiting my grandmother's house; a monthly checkup just for fun. Yet every child reaches an age where the numbers staring back at them start to mean something. When I reached this point, I asked my mother why we didn't own a scale.Thin by IChooseToLookUp
She looked at me with serious eyes and said, "Because I know how easy it is to get obsessed over such things. I don't want you to have to go through that."
I love you for preventing it as long as you could, Mom.
Rarely in my life have I met a person and even so much as noticed how much they weigh. These things never occur to me. I'm more preoccupied with who the person is: their personality, their character, their humor. Keeping a constant record of the weight of people I meet has never even seemed an option.
That said, I have always had a disconcerting little obsession with my own weight.
It started out so simple and innoc
encore -Can't you see? He's falling in love with you.encore - by Moryow
Don't you feel it the moment you fall away from the others, cackling and hooting ahead while you talk in shy voices. You can see it in the way his dark eyes hold the glimmer of the streetlights. You can hear it in his tone, which dances with a few extra inflections as it dares to think and hope. He doesn't want to fuck you mindlessly in the park ahead. He wants to kiss you one thousand times before he sees you naked. He wants you to raise his children and he's already holding them, now carrying them on his shoulders, now walking them to their first day of school. He loves them and he's proud of them because they're him-and-you. He doesn't count your curls but he strokes them with his mind; he doesn't grab your ass though he marvels at your figure. He doesn't know you. He doesn't know you but he's already in love you with. Now you're laughing by a whirring waterfall, now you're staring at the deep summer sky through the silhouette of birch t
A MeetingYou will notice first, the bone juttingA Meeting by rober2
from my meat, it is called teeth,
These are my lips;
This, like so, is called a smile.
And then there are the fabrications that I wear
The layers of silk, of wool,
of iron air
(indeed there is an air that I am not quite there)
- And feathers I have wrapped into my hair
And Afghan pearls, and finally
My hands, hare-fleet, and meeting
Bob in the Elevator"So who's the idiot stuck in the elevator?"Bob in the Elevator by doodlerTM
Bob stepped onto the elevator with his right foot first, just like always. It was always good to be proper. Right was always right, at least in Bob's book. He pressed the button for the thirtieth floor, just like everyday. He sighed a sigh of relief. Everything was in order, just as it should be. Bob liked order. He thrived on order, and he hoped that order thrived on him.
Bob panicked, though, when the light for the eighteenth floor lit up. This wasn't supposed to happen. He got on the elevator much earlier than the rest of his co-workers to assure a smooth, safe ride to his cubicle every morning. A stop at another floor wasn't a part of his order.
Even more to his surprise was the pompous lady standing in front of the open doors. She wore a very gaudy and ugly (in Bob's opinion) dress covered in a flower pattern.