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We are a literary group for writers of poetry and prose, focusing on how to improve your writing and encouraging critique. However, illustrations are also accepted! We encourage Original Works though still accept Fan Fiction if that is what you wish to submit to our gallery.

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We are a literary group for writers of poetry and prose, focusing on how to improve your writing and encouraging critique.

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Recent Journal Entries

Jan 23, 2013 Huge Apology, Thanks and Oppurtunity
Nov 5, 2012 NaNoWriMo
Jun 9, 2012 Home Sweet Home Results
Jun 1, 2012 Looking for Staff (CLOSED)
Apr 22, 2012 Home Sweet Home Contest (CLOSED)
Apr 16, 2012 The Pinboard Issue #3
Mar 24, 2012 The Pinboard (17th March 2012)
Mar 19, 2012 FAQ and Rules
Mar 2, 2012 Temptation Results
Feb 28, 2012 Results Delay

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Featured

The ScaleI don't want this

red numbers spiral down as I watch
between pale toes
my emotion

my love,
confidence

slip out of me

104

102

99

who knew so many pounds
could be lost from a heart The Scale by ~roxilove10

Writing, Writing, WritingDuring my absence from deviantART, I have started to plan a new novel (for NaNoWriMo, mainly). It may seem like an awfully long time to spend planning but this is for two reasons: a) I didn't plan enough in the past and have failed each year when it comes to NaNoWriMo and b) I am not required to spend every day (or week, even) planning before November, therefore giving me more time to spend studying ect.

After being inspired by To This Day, I'm also trying my hand at spoken word poetry, as poetry is something I find challenging.
The point is, I wanted to share a few writing resources. So yes, this will be my first feature since I've been back.
BreakingNews
Literature's Thorny Coconut is hanging up her hat, read more here. Thank you `thorns!

Literature Groups
:iconlitplease::iconhow-to-write-Writing, Writing, Writing by =pixiepot

Sea EyesWhere the light touches us, the wind
sways me gently, and I am content
to roll alongside it.

There's nothing so simple as loving her,
in a sea-eyed silence between
one word and another.

World, I am not so easily caged.Sea Eyes by ~roxilove10

Home is where the heart is - Cyprus“Home is where the heart is,”
and my heart lies with you.
The four seasons’ tide
may ebb and flow
but my devotion to you
is eternal.

----------------------------------

Springtime arrives
as I lay on your lawns,
sincerely tranquil.

Spy a bud
and watch it bloom –
metamorphose into an emblem
of sheer grace and elegance.
Ophrys kotschyi...

A true child of your soils.

Gaze into your heavenly azure
and fall into a world
of fabulous fiction.
Let loose your solemn breeze
- a whisper in the willows –
and temper my brow
as my mind wonders
into further chimerical creativity.

Give ear to the wind
and the harmonious music it bears.
The dainty call of the jovial lamb,
the content purr of the Aphrodite cat,
the melancholy melody of the pallid swift
and the lyrical chime of the jay.
A symphony – your graceful genesis
and you, the grand conductor.
I merely remain seated
and admire the allure
of your mystic magnumHome is where the heart is - Cyprus by =Shuriken95

Featured

Home Sweet Home Contest April 2012

Vanilla and MustThe scent of vanilla and must was overpowering. Celia rather enjoyed it, but her companion couldn't stand it. He'd never said why the scent bothered him so much, but she knew. He missed home.

The train wheezed its way around a corner. A crate fell from the stack behind Sylvester. He barely caught the box, and was all too eager to put it back where it had come from. "I hate trains." The man slumped back against the crates with the scornful look he seemed to always have.

Celia rolled her eyes at him and managed a smile. She was determined not to be in the same mood as he was. "Don't be such a grump." She turned away to look out a small windowVanilla and Must by ~ShanSherazi

home"Were you ever happy here?" They breathed in the smoke from their cigarettes while they talked, the lamplight warm and soft against their skin. Her tone wasn't malicious, but when he glanced at her, a guilty pang shot through him. He wanted to reach out, to push those wayward curls away from her small face. He wanted to comfort her.

Instead, he turned away and hummed thoughtfully, scratching the back of his head. "Not really." He could feel the deep vibration of his voice when he talked, low and somber. "It's like- it just feels kinda like I'm suffocating, y'know?" He flicked the cigarette between his fingertips, watching the ash float lazilhome by ~mourningbirds

A sweet home of trashMy mind tends to wander…
Of a home so very sweet.
A loving mum and dad that
Made everything all neat.

Our home was a shack that
Could crumble with a touch.
Even though it was nothing,
We never wished for much.

Our ugly and dirty home
Radiated a love so sweet.
Sculptured with pieces of trash,
It made me feel complete.

It doesn't feel the same now -
Mum and dad have left me.
I miss our home sweet home
And all the lovely memories.A sweet home of trash by ~therealanonymous

Home Sweet Home Contest April 2012

Temptation Contest February 2012

Desires by =Metarex12

The UrgeThere is a woodpecker in my head.
He wants to draw blood.
He knows I do too.

Temptation pecked at my brain;
killing all reason logical thought.
She says I will feel better,
if I give in.

I stare into space,
listening to temptaion and the woodpecker.
They pick away at my head,
to drive me insane.The Urge by *Shannon-Sweeney

deviation in storage by ~CJWilde

StrawbabiesShe called them strawbabies. It started with her baby brother, he always

called them strawbabies. She loved them. Covered in chocolate, a dab of

sugar, smothered in whipped cream, even just by themselves. Strawberries

were one of her favorite foods. They always tempted her to buy them or to

pick them right from where they were growing with their lush redness and

how plump and juicy they looked.

He liked strawberries. He preferred them when they were more sweet than

the slight bitterness that occasionally comes, but he couldn't complain when

he nibbled on one of those tiny fruits. As she was so drawn to strawberries,

he was so very drStrawbabies by ~w-anderlust

Temptation Contest February 2012

Illustrations

Counterbalanced: Tranquility by ~PokeNOMNOMNOM

Obsession page 1 by ~baldymcbalderson

Obsession page 2 by ~baldymcbalderson

Obsession page 3 by ~baldymcbalderson

Illustrations

Poetry

Meaningless StatementsReaching for the switch that will shed no light,
Banging against the door of an abandoned house,
Grabbing the glasses that magnify nothing.

Here are some pointless things,
That are completely meaningless,
Nothing hides behind them,
Nor in front.

These are simple statements,
They tell no story.

Now I shall leave you to your banging
As you don your glasses and try for that switch.Meaningless Statements by ~PhoenFox

Yesteryears.Twist my hand, It is the handle to the door of yesteryears––
We can sit by the fire, meditate truth in the flame; for entertainment.
We can walk together, down a long dirt road, to the nearest waterhole.

Close your eyes, lets regress back to a simpler time--
Lets forget TV's, PC's, IP's, SMS's and acronyms for vain diversion.
Lets embrace our vitality, and stray barefoot across the earth in search of knowledge.

Cup my face in your hands, it is the epitome of bygone--
We can awaken to fresh virgin air, every morning, without a sound to trigger our consciousness.
We can read the stars and give each of them a letter, so they reciteYesteryears. by *yours----truly

Once Upon a TimeA kingdom in turmoil,

Useless, rotted soil,

Once rich in gold and oil,

With kings and queens so loyal,

So noble, extravagant, and royal.

Within their minds, an evil plot did boil,

To take over, conquer, and foil.

The people spoke of their undying greed,

their unstoppable want, nonexistent need,

yet their advice, the rulers refused to heed,

continuiOnce Upon a Time by ~TruthisTruth

The Disillusionist„You can´t kill an idea.“
She takes a sip from the cup of tea before her. „Who told you that? Of course you can. It´s called disappointment.
Disillusionment.“
There are more ideas killed every day than people.
-
Blown with your lips, whispered words dwell behind the shell of glass. Finger prints cover the bulb that is your illusion, memories of every time you were touched. Every winding in the thread feels familar in your head, and the light it projects on the surroundings has just the right warmth. It´s just –
you´ve been carrying it for so long
-
She loads the gun
with murmured truth and honesty
and points it, straight forward, at your illusion.
„It´s for the best.“
Your hand pressed to your heart, your face averted
she blows your light off.
It´s been projected, protected
too much
Calm descends upon you.
You feel at peace
when actually you know
youThe Disillusionist by *Yordaniella

Poetry

Lyrics

We are BullsGive me just an eighth rest
I need to get my lines straight
My sections' in the band room
playing higher than fight of Ball State
My leader she is taking roll
just across the yard
My spots been taken by some trumpeter
asking 'bout a dot (card)
I know you gave it to me months ago
You know I probably did forget
But between the nights and circled horns
And the random holes in our forms
You know I'm trying hard to do my best
So if by the time the field closes
and you feel like falling down
I'll play you my song

Tonight,
We are Bulls
So let's set this field on fire
we can burn brighter
than the full (moon)

Tonight,
We are Bulls
So let's set thisWe are Bulls by =LaArka

Giving Life a ShotIf I could never remember
to ever have a dream
how could I ever remember
what dreams mean?
the height of the tension
that sets the scene
lit up the sky high
way up with a sun beam
sound of a choir
but there are no voices
make harsh decisions
without making choices
feeling good vibes
without the emotions
disciplined reasoning
I'm just going through the motions.

Flying so high
way before the Wright brothers
building a sky
with more than blue colors
visibility high
as I lift the sky covers
this place is lonely
I'm gonna need others

this isn't the bible
no, no Christ here
this is metaphor
for strong minds
that adhere,
without fear,
become cleGiving Life a Shot by ~RichardKail

My Perfect WorldTo me and you it's so quiet
But in the world around us it's so very loud
[Way, way far in that crowd]
I know this song has been sung in many many ways
But I want to say what no-one will ever say;
I want a perfect world
I want a perfect world
Where there is no such thing as sin
Where religion doesn't separate us all within
And bullying, rage and scorn doesn't exsist
I want a perfect world
Where everybody can be who they want to be
And that dreams really do come true
[Heh, hope that'll happen soon]
A perfect world for me and you
[x2]
But the world is not so true
The world is not fair
[Never, never fair]
It's a place where there is such a thing as sin
Where religion does separate us all within
And bullying,rage and scorn does exsist
The world is not fair
[Never, never fair]
But,
It's a world where I would stay[X2]
Sure,
Not everybody can be who they want to be
And dreams really almost never come true
[Heh, I've learned that too soon]

Though, I'd like to just sayMy Perfect World by ~ILoveEverythingART

Is everything ok? - SOngIs everything ok?

You frown your face as you grip the phone
I feel you through the phone
Eyes water as you cry a river
Your heart tears as you speak your sorrow

Honey This night
I grip the phone harder as you speak
Hearing your sadness
It makes me weak

I see you bleeding on your bed
A victim of the broken roads
With the tears of her heart and soul

I want to be your super hero Babe
To Fly you away to the milky way
A super hero tonight
Your hero

Play with the stars
Dance with the planets
Someday, you’re gonna fly

As I Sing you this lullaby
I wanna be your super hero babe
Take my hand to a better place
Fly away to the milky way
As wIs everything ok? - SOng by =Chanse122

Lyrics

Novels

The Chronicles of Langdon P. Rutherford - Part 1From the journal of Dr. Langdon P. Rutherford, Esq.
March 25, 1878

The story I am about to impart to you, dear reader, is not one of fiction. If only it were. Rather, it concerns a period of my life some years ago when, as a young man, I was caught up in an affair which many would say defies reasonable explanation. On reflection I sometimes even find myself in disbelief, and yet I am reminded daily of its veracity by the lingering scars from which my body still suffers. I can only offer my words as evidence, and express a desire that your charitable nature will place trust in my character as a gentleman, and as a man of science not prone to The Chronicles of Langdon P. Rutherford - Part 1 by *homunculus888

Starting Over Chapter 11It's been a week since the break up. Nothing exciting has been happening in school. Except for Nalelly and Kevin supposedly being boyfriend and girlfriend, but that lasted for only 2 days.

"Today is lab day. Let's go."

My Chinese class shuffles out the door and into the computer lab next door. We all take our assigned seats.

"Hey Lexi." Brandon says. "I'm gonna beat you today."

I laugh. "How are you gonna beat me?"

"I'm gonna finish the quizzes before you." He smiles as he clicks on the link leading to the quizzes we have to take.

I nod. "Mhm, sure. You're just gonna get a bunch of questions wrong." I smirk.

"No. I'm gonna beat you." HStarting Over Chapter 11 by ~festivejester

A New Home Ch.4 by *colbert-238

When All Is Lost: Chapter 1 by *NerdByChoice

Novels

Comics

if you jump, i jumpYou’ve been breathing funny lately
I feel it in your soul
The life you live is seeping through your pores
You are so young,
Brave and strong and at some point
You were free.
How I wish I could reclaim you,
Stop you from going cold,
I have never been the most patient,
But for you I will always try.
When you first held my hand I knew
That I would never stop belonging to you.
To see you now breaks my heart
I can see it breaks yours
The spark you had is long since dead
Or curled up somewhere dark inside your head.
There is no life in those blue eyes
That used to strike me dumb
Your words carry no meaning
Every breath you take is laboured
You used to see light in everything
Now all you see is dark.
Your love of just being alive
Is the thing I miss the most.
It crushes me that I am not enough
To keep you on this earth
Without you I could not be me
Because if you jump I jump,
Just like the movies
Remember?if you jump, i jump by ~indigoXD9

Scootabloom (Hearts and Hooves special) by *Dr-Siren

Krakatoa - Victorian MonologueKrakatoa
by
Aegis Runestone

What have I done?
That could have angered the gods?
To incur such wrathful fire?
From such a once peaceful mountain,
Now turned into a deadly fountain
Of fire, ash, and large walls of water.
Rising up in a torrent of death

The ash is so thick, the clouds so bold
That it is pitch-black darkness
During a once pleasant noon day.
All I can hear is the death wails of my friends
And the crackling doom from the mountain

Fierce lightning breaks through the darkness
Threatening to place lives down to lay
In the dust, in the water, and the endless fire.
There will be no end to this ire.

With a loud noise oKrakatoa - Victorian Monologue by *Aegis-Runestone

LifeLife is painful, yet the pain is what makes life worth living.
Death is an out, yet it is not a perfect solution.
Only by living life to the fullest of extents... are we able to say that we lived a life worthy of living.
Otherwise, your life is for naught... and will not help you in your time of judgement.Life by ~Skie2

Comics

Short Stories

High School Fun Pt. 2 of 4 As soon as my mom and I got home, I went up to my room to lie down on my bed. I jumped on it, which was followed by a loud 'thud' and a slight creak from the bed frame. Then I started to think about what Jack said when we were in the clinic. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am gay, but seems all too sudden. His mom knocked on my door. "I'm busy!" I answered. I didn't really want to talk to anyone right now, not even to my mom. She opened my door despite my announcement and said with a smile "Honey, I made cookies." "Not now, mom." She sighed and sat beside me. She ran a hand across my black hair and looked at me like she didn't know what to say to make me talk. I wanted to be alone right now but I didn't have the guts to tell my mom. Thankfully, my phone rang and my mom left my room to give me privacy.
High School Fun Pt. 2 of 4 by ~knuckles009

Bang the DoldrumsWe were the reigning monarchs of summer.

There was a wide open area behind my house, and I was only allowed out of the house for thirty minutes at thirteen years old.

So I ran out, ran up the hill and climbed up our throne of an oak tree, waiting for him.

Same time every day, same routine. His house was on the opposite side of the hill, and it was never too long before he came out after me.

I'd drop out of the tree, slamming a hug into him like it'd been months and months since I'd last seen him, not twenty-four hours.

He'd just absorb the hug and not give anything back, like the leech he was, but he'd smile at me. He wanted to have a siBang the Doldrums by ~the-queen-of-youth

Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'
- Aloe Blacc.
'Think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise'
- Phil Collins.

Times Square subway station. 8.56am. Rush hour. Hundreds of commuters are making their stressful journeys to work, power walking through the station and jostling each other to get onto their various trains. Streams of people pass through the station like swarms of bees, like wildeRose Trees Never Grow In New York City by ~CupofCharlie

You Save Me 'When you smile, those sad eyes, look sadder and sadder still'
- Bat for Lashes.

'That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight, losing my religion'
- R.E.M.

I walk along the promenade as I listen to Wish I Stayed by Ellie Goulding on my ipod. My feet unconsciously move in time to the music and I look out upon the sea as the sun begins its gradual descent toward the horizon. My deep thoughts are interrYou Save Me by ~CupofCharlie

Short Stories

Critique Requested

Maybe We're AlrightSo again I sit to compose
Calm now, not looking for a fight
So I’ll just say now, who knows
Who knows, maybe we’re alright

When you think about the deaths due to sickness we’ve seen
The amount could have been infinitely more without our vaccines

We’ve developed an all-encompassing language going strong
That being the one of music, instruments, and of song

Seeing the horror of Haiti’s earthquake, the terrible plight
We banded together and saw them through the grisly fight

Thanks to the brothers Wright
We gave ourselves the gift of flight

We started with nothing in our time
And yet we grow with others into our prime

This world’s nature is beautiful, we preserve the sight
Who knows, maybe we’re alright.

We watch soliders pledge their lives and souls
To travel and protect those with aspirations and goals

We watch men like Luther King Jr. fight for human rights
Visions of equality and lovMaybe We're Alright by ~TheLastDarkCard

The Bird of HermesAs I stood on the dock, cold wind in my face
I was the last one, the last of my race
Wings aloft, with feathers variable
I remained clipped, to keep me stable

With a start I take to the miserable sky
This world passing beneath my benevolent eye
I am a spirit and a guardian in every right
And thank the Lord for this beautiful sight

They say a true god is always correct in his ways
For he is the alpha to which we mortals of man all play
I’ve seen nothing of the supposed authority or the power
Even now as the rain pours down in the cloud’s cold shower

The beauty of this world before me I could plainly see
The sparkling blue of the water, the lush green of the tree
Brought a stark contrast to the depressing grey in which I flew
But I was to shed my skin, and arise anew

For every human is that Icarus in their own technique
Rising into the sky, taunting the Sun with their cheek
For those who rose too high, it was havoc they incurred
To their own inevitThe Bird of Hermes by ~TheLastDarkCard

Adventure TimeTake a moment my friends, and let’s imagine if you will
A certain teen sitting in his room watching “Adventure Time”
A laugh in his throat, relaxed posture, he was totally chilled
The height of his day, this comedy was prime

But he remembered something someone said before
To get into the real world, to watch some news
He flipped the channel to CNN, and softly swore
All he could see right now was the world’s blues

Soldiers dying around the world for pointless fights
Terror in the avenues of cities that were supposed to be calm
Riots in the streets, angry citizens bathed in police light
The bright flash and bang of yet another terrorist bomb

Grim faced news reporters talking with updates
Tear stained witness talking to the cam
People forced out of homes with new bank rates
Wall Street killed another business with a scam

The teenager had sat up straight, the laugh dead
His eyes peering at the screen in before him
His stomach feeling heavAdventure Time by ~TheLastDarkCard

Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.

Strike me with suppression.

The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.

Mark me with a letter, a number.

The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines meInterprequy - The Confidence Breaker by =Matsudarias

Critique Requested

Tutorials

Writing Lesson: Naming Your CharacterYour character's name is one of the most important decisions you have to make when writing a story. There are tons of resources for naming your characters (baby name websites being my personal favorite) but there are also many things you should take into consideration. Here are some do's and don'ts in no particular order.
Similar names for twins I read an article on names recently that expressly forbid the use of matching or similar twin names because it was "overdone". While yes, naming your twins Jayden and Kayden can be a bit tacky sounding, the truth is that people do it. A lot. I've personally met a pair of identical twins named Kirsten and Kristen. Do I think their parents are crazy? A little, but when you're choosing names for your twins, it's hard not to look for rhyming or alliteration. For writers, my only suggestion is to make them visually different enough that readers can tell them apart. Jace and Jackson are easy twin names to read, butWriting Lesson: Naming Your Character by *Kitsunechann

Tutorial: Legally Get Your Stolen Art Removed

Here's a quick tutorial for anyone who might find their artworks on a website without their authorized permission. This is the method that you legally go about having copyright infringement dealt with, so your request (if submitted to a host located in the US or other countries that respect copyright laws) will not go ignored. You do not need a lawyer to file a DMCA takedown notice, you only need to be the copyright holder of the work. If you created the work, it's copyrighted to you.

You will usually not get much of a response if you try to submit an informal copyright notice through Support requests on a website. This method is what's outlined in Section 512(c) of the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, and what service providers will respond to.

STEP 1: See if the website has a copyright section in the Terms Tutorial: Legally Get Your Stolen Art Removed by =viralremix

100 Questions to Ask Your OC

Hello, folks! The purpose of this exercise is to delve deep into a character's mind and tease out interesting eccentricities about them, the bits and pieces of unique information that make them special. Each question is designed to help think about the character more and understand them. Whether you're responding to one question or all of them, hopefully your character speaks to you all through it!

PERSONALITY PROFILE
1. People don't behave the same way all the time. In fact, they generally have a mask for every social group -- friends, family, business. Sometimes they have a different mask for different groups of friends. How does your100 Questions to Ask Your OC by =viralremix

Tips on Avoiding Word ConfusionWord confusion. You’re and your. To, two, and too. Their, they’re, and there. Effect and affect. Its and it’s. Then and than. Who’s and whose. Get the point? Good. Now learn the difference between these words.

You’re and your.
You’re is a contraction, meaning that humans, being lazy like we are, decided to make two words into one. You’re and you are mean the same thing. Your is possessive, meaning it shows ownership. Replace you’re with you are, then read the sentence again. If it doesn’t make sense, you’re probably looking for your. (Hey, look, a proper use of you’re.) If youTips on Avoiding Word Confusion by ~TheBloodyEpicPumpkin

Tutorials

Fan Fiction

Return of the Great Cat and Mouse Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Trapped like a Rat

Naoko looked out of the hotel room window with nervous eyes.

'Where could Haru be?!' thought Naoko pacing the room madly.

'She should have been back hours ago!!!' thought Naoko looking at the clock, which read three o’clock a.m.

The last time Naoko saw her daughter, she was moping around on her bed, refusing to leave the room. But when Naoko came back from the convention, Haru was gone. Naoko assumed that Haru finally decided to do some more sightseeing and left for a time, but hours and hours passed and Haru still never came back.

Naoko sighed in fear, and hurried to the phone sitting on the night staReturn of the Great Cat and Mouse Chapter 8 by ~sindysugar

Muramasa - The Demon Blade: A Shattered PastDisclaimer: All characters, areas, etc. of Muramasa – The Demon Blade belong to Vanillaware (c) 2009. I own the interpretations of the characters within this story, and any made up characters, and my interpretation of the areas. This fan story is based off the Wii version of Muramasa, not the Vita version.

SPOILER WARNING: This story is based off Momohime's second ending from the game. If you have not gotten that far, it is highly recommended that you complete that first before reading this story.

Muramasa – The Demon Blade: A Shattered Past
by
Aegis Runestone

Act 1: A Faint Memory

“Jinkuro...” she muttered, wanderMuramasa - The Demon Blade: A Shattered Past by *Aegis-Runestone

Rising Sun (RussiaxReader: SCR Ch. 13) A deep, rhythmic beat greeted your ears as you woke up, gaining a few seconds of peace and quiet before feeling your leg injury begin to flare up. Grinding your teeth together in pain, you shift about, releasing the air you had held as you manage to elevate your leg. You feel Ivan begin to stir as you lean back against his chest.
"Sleep vell, __________?" He asks, blearily rubbing his amethyst eyes.
"Yeah. You?"
"Vell enough. How is your lek feelink"
"It hurts, but I'll be okay. I've been through worse, believe me." You chuckle weakly, not wanting to alarm him.
"Sehr gut." Ludwig's voice cuts through the air. You turn towards him, alarmed at his sudden appearance.
He wore a white muscle shirt and loose black pants, his arms crossed over his chest. Ludwig's right arm was wrapped in bandages, as was his upper chest. A few square gauze pads were taped to the left side of his face.
"Hey, Ludwig. What's up?"
Ludwig grunts in a bRising Sun (RussiaxReader: SCR Ch. 13) by ~Smokewhisper

Slenderman: Creature of the Night: Part 1It’s dark. I can barely make out the shapes of the bricks on the wall opposite. This room; my cell, is barely a few metres square - a temporary holding cell in which I shall be kept until they decide what to do with me. My head is swimming with thoughts and ideas I have never considered before; maybe I really am insane as they so claim. I have no idea as to how long I have been here; time has no meaning any more.

I hear footsteps outside the cell, and the clicking of the key in the lock. The door swings open and the dank cell is flooded with the bright light of the hallway. Squinting in the bright light, I make out three figures in theSlenderman: Creature of the Night: Part 1 by *ADistortedUtopia

Fan Fiction

Other

Silent Waves. by *yours----truly

To the end of time. by *yours----truly

Fly. by *yours----truly

46. Family Once, there was a farmer.

He planted an apple tree, and in time, it grew very prosperous. The tree almost always gave a bumper crop, and the farmer was happy.

Secondly, he planted a peach tree. The peach was not quite as productive, as it differed from the apple tree, but it still gave a great harvest.
The farmer had a lettuce plant and grape tomato plant as well, but he was frustrated with a certain raspberry bush that he'd planted after the peach tree. It wasn't nearly as fruitful as his other plants. Often, the farmer's wife went out to pick raspberries, and she got scratched by its thorns. She complained to the farmer about this on occasion. The raspberries were not as big or as sweet as they could be, either.
The farmer was very annoyed with this bush. He nearly dug it up several times, but he wanted to keep it around in case it was usef46. Family by ~theolivethief14

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Huge Apology, Thanks and Oppurtunity

by =pixiepot, Jan 23, 2013, 3:31:16 AM
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First off, I'd like to apologise once again for the lack of activity within the group. I am entirely to blame. Although I have not been active here, be assured that I've been reading some of the submissions to our gallery and I am astounded at the quality of the work. Keep up the great work, writers.

Nevertheless, I hope to become a little more active again and with that I hope this group will do too. To kick this off I have a proposition:

I am looking for people to write writing tutorials and motivational articles that we can feature here. If you are interested please note me. Thank you.

Onto a huge thank you to all our staff members, members and a staff member that has recently departed with us due to personal reasons, *WishingUnderThatStar. Please put your hands together ladies and gents.

Thank you for reading this, keep writing.