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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
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 (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
The Eclair KingThe Éclair KingThe Eclair King by MagicalJoey
There was once a time, long ago, when ancient Gods ruled the earth under the leadership of the mighty Zeus. However, the untold story is how Zeus gained his lofty throne through the split of what could have been an eternal friendship; Cake and Pie.
Before Zeus was even heard of, Cake and Pie created the world. They worked in harmony – each being equally tasty and delicious – and the many different minion varieties worked hard to populate the world with desert fit for a king...only there were no people. In the excitement of creating tasty noms, the thought of who was going to nibble the noms had not crossed paths with any other thoughts.
“There is too much chocolate over by Greece.”
Pie looked up from his book, “1001 Ways to Annoy Thorny Coconuts”.
“There is too much chocolate over by Greece.”
“So send in some lemon peel to even things out.” Pie went back to his book, frantically making not
Breakup SpeechIt's not you, it's me. I know it's the oldest excuse in the book, but hey, when it works, it works. Did you really see this lasting longer than a couple months? When does anything last longer than a couple months with me? I hope we can still be friends.Breakup Speech by GrimFace242
Yeah, 'cause everyone wants to be friends with the ex-lover. Like it ever works.
You know me. You know the type of person that I am. I've never been able to settle down. My heart wanders like a nomad. It seeks shelter where it's offered but only stays long enough to get warm. Attachment isn't an option for me. My mind is too warped. It's too dark to ever let someone in. Truly let someone in.
No, fuck! That's all wrong. It's too personal. Too emotional. Let me try again.
I don't want to do this, but I'm only going to hurt you if I don't. And that's the last thing I want to do. So I'm ending this before it goes too far. I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again.
Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My Soul by creativelycliche
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru
Resolution Diary2007Resolution Diary by TheFS
Make first million after starting own business.
Applied for a loan. Declined due to excessive account activity. Note: Constant purchasing of rare (albeit mint) wicker chairs is not conducive to bank balance. Wife insistent on selling wicker chairs to find money to start business.
Bought new donut recipe book. Learnt how to make category hard donut, 'Diamond Swizzler'. Delma loves them.
James offered to lend the money if he can become a business partner. Potential.
First million still a long way off. Wife still nagging.
Spent savings on replacing the roof of the conservatory when neighbor's tree uprooted in the November storm.
Update: Dogs should never be fed over two donuts a day. Next Year's Resolution likely…? Find enough money to take Delma to the vets. And make more realistic resolution idea.
Find an appropriate business idea.
SorrowbirdI watched him flap helplessly between the teeth of a barbwire fence, screeching for help.Sorrowbird by IrrevocableFate
"Papa, look Papa! A boy!"
My papa stood dazed for a moment, dust billowing at his legs, his eyes teetering along the field. It wasn't until later that evening he told me he hadn't understood what I had seen. What he had seen.
With grass tickling the backsides of my legs, I bounded toward the boy, "What are you doing? Are you okay?"
As I approached him, I felt his skittish eyes rake across my every movement. With his ten-year-old arms slung inside the gaping maw of a fence and darkened feathers pasted along the creases of his face; he looked squarely at me. I could hear his bird-bones quaking at my voice, he pushed harder against the fence. I winced for him.
"Hold still, we'll get you out," I turned back to my papa who stood alongside the road, "Papa," I pleaded, "Please! Help him!"
Reaching out, I touched his shoulder, "Don't be afraid. We're going to help you."
He didn't pull away from me. I thou