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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?]
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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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Minotaur 1.1Death's acrid stench clung to the air around Varan. The sickly rot of infection bubbled up, oozing from his shoulder. There was nothing he could do chained to the stone wall with a guard at the door. Arrow splinters trapped in his flesh were killing him slowly.Minotaur 1.1 by thorns
His death should have been swift on the battlefield, but instead he was ambushed while he bathed. He'd cut down seven men before the poisoned arrow made him too weak to lift his ax. The poison wasn't lethal, unfortunately. Its purpose was to render him unconscious for interrogation.
His sire, the famous Conqueror of Brundan, must be laughing from the afterlife. Even shame failed to give Varan the strength to rise or curse his luck aloud.
Infection ravaged his mind and body. Time blurred and he no longer knew how long he'd been held prisoner. He was a minotaur. A Bullman. He was stronger than any human could hope to become, but the illness made his limbs too heavy to lift rendering the chains moot. He was the Joranaham Chieftain
A Dinosaur for AprilHeart in her throat and belly in knots, April Kinsey knelt in the grass and straightened her finest dress over her knees. The surrounding group of family and strangers remained silent, watching her every breath.A Dinosaur for April by thorns
Shirtless beneath his tribe's blue plaid, her future mate knelt, towering over her. He stood taller than even her grandfather, who was the largest man April had ever seen. A young man of seventy-two, his broad shoulders and thick muscles intimidated her. A large gold amulet with his family's crest hung around his neck and glinted in the moonlight.
Roy McGregor, third son of the Drago Tribe leader, intended to mate her of all people. He was a full blooded shifter. She was a foundling, whom he had never met before this moment, and yet he had chosen her. Like in her storybooks, his tribe had appeared unannounced on her grandfather's doorstep two nights prior and demanded a promise ceremony.
Her adopted parents had refused upon learning she was the female they wanted. At seven year
Six-word ShenanigansThorny throws great parties; arrests followed.Six-word Shenanigans by QuiEstInLiteris
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back by AzizrianDaoXrak
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
brown, ready and waiting like
sage bushes, like the hill you go to that is best
for collecting jun
DolorousEtch into my blackened vodka bonesDolorous by dy-ad
Dig me a well, my doll
Watch for snakes in the deep
The water is cold and so run my eyes
Take me, Deity. Take me to the window, my doll
Let the laugh walk over the sill
I keep you to myself, I keep you for myself
Beg the morning light to give me rest, my doll
I beg my eyes do not open
Let my regrets hold you tall
Dig me a well, my doll
Bury my secrets in the deep
The problem with mankindMankind: Starting fires and playing hero.The problem with mankind by AtrumMiles
FFM 04: The RingTonight was the night. Crystana was almost certain of it. Lieutenant J. Dantes had invited her to The Crystal Ball, the finest restaurant to be found on any of the SS Heartholm's pleasure decks. Something about "big news" and "the most important night of our lives." That was enough to get her heart going, but once she heard him murmur something about a ring to one of his subordinates, she knew for sure.FFM 04: The Ring by distortified
The restaurant was built on three levels, and completely encapsulated in 360 degrees of transparent plating, so that each table appeared to be floating in the middle of space The ship was currently cruising within a few light-years of the horsehead nebula, and the view was spectacular. In the center of the room, a variety of species danced about in a circle, fluttering gracefully like the butterflies from the Terra-deck. Classical music rung through the air, synthesized through great bells made of l
the sum of your partsI can find in many othersthe sum of your parts by nattrozanska
The sum of your parts,
They're scattered, disjointed,
Disconnected by miles.
One may have your eyes,
But only with a certain look,
Another the glimmer
Of what could be your smile.
I could try to convince myself
I'd heard something you'd say
From the mouth of another,
But not in your voice.
There are many parts of you
I'd despise in any other,
But you're so much greater
Than the sum of your parts.