Greetings, all, and welcome to my eighth
FABULOUS FRIDAY FEATURE
I'm so sorry this is going up a touch late - I was in the mountains for a few days with my partner's family. I had so much fun finding features for this week! If you've got someone you think should be featured in next Friday's Feature, send me a note with a link to their gallery and I'll take a peek I'd also love to hear about other features, particularly themed ones. I'll list those in the bottom section to help spread the word! The same goes for contests or news articles!
The concept for this week's feature is fables and fairytales. Though not all of these are necessarily references to some kind of fable, they all made me think of ones or about writing new ones There are some real gems here on deviantART. Let me know what your favorite kind of fable is on my poll! azizriandaoxrak.deviantart.com…
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Finally (and then I promise I'll actually get to the features ), I am ALWAYS seeking donations and nominations for my new pay it forward project! Last week I was able to donate a three-month membership to the fabulous kinachuku, and I'm only a few hundred points away from being able to give away another one! I want to be able to donate premium memberships to deserving members, so please check out my journal for info on sending nominations:
Pay-It-Forward ProjectUpdate: Unfortunately, due to a number of factors, I will not be continuing this project. However, I strongly encourage you all to pay it forward yourselves!
Deviants so far who have received premium memberships as part of this project:
Thank you sososososo much to namenotrequired for helping me to promote this project!
Greetings! I am posting this to let you all know I have decided I want to try to pay the premium membership love forward, and so I am looking for donations to go toward buying premium memberships for other people You can find the donation box on my front page. PLEASE DONATE! I'll need lots of help - all contributions are appreciated, no matter how small
That's part one, here's part two:
I'm seeking nominations for extra-special deviants, especially those who are really involved in the community, who don't already have a premium membersh
And now, without any further ado: THE FEATURES!
Voices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-1974 Dad would ask so many questions I hated interpreting
for him hands stuck on refrain it wasn’t that my parents were deaf
but that other parents could hear I found that strange we had to move
(and you are)
left clad in only
the softest of
Tortoise knows the task at hand.
Quiet, steady work.
little phoenixMaybe this time, he'll be a bald eagle.
Not quite like an afterlife, more like
soaring on wings already inherited,
but with a wind beneath them. Not quite
like a meek angel or a mourning dove
or the kind of spirit everyone
waits to hear in wind chimes,
not a voice stuck in elegy, always
ready to light or dim the candles at the casket
close to a bagpipe's heart. This time,
symbolic unlike a patriot
or a backyard robin wrapped up and buried
with an American flag. A bald eagle
without a country, without a heaven,
just with an eyrie in an elm where
the bird never stays, feathers and egg shells
of flocks whose silhouettes you spot in flight
on the earth, but never well enough to identify them--
as if in an obituary where they make everyone seem
grown but still embryonic, new, faces absent from burial
because you're supposed to forget at ground level.
you're the bird that reminds me that matter
is never destroyed, it is never crafted
out of no one. Someone was
The ChangeMiss Basildon liked us. Our parents often let her baby-sit, but they didn't bother telling her where they were going. Before she arrived, they'd write down all the important phone numbers and give them to Anne.
I was the fourth child, so Miss Basildon had been coming since before I could remember. Anne and Lucy told me that she used to lean over my cot, fondling my hands and saying, 'Such sharp little fingers.' Joseph joined them in telling me how she used to pull down my lip with her forefinger and say, 'Such pointed little teeth.' I remember well how she used to run her fingers through my hair and say, 'It grows like ivy, doesn't it, dear?'
I started to avoid her when she came to baby-sit. As there were so many of us, it was easy to get lost. Miss Basildon was happy to read stories to Molly, or to lean over Daniel's cot and cluck. Once, Anne caught me watching her from the doorway, and she said, '
1.- As White As SnowThe sigh weighs heavily on his shoulders, and bends his back. It is the soul of this tall, blond man that seeks to drag his large and fibrous body with it in its terrible free fall. He is there, his fixed gaze full of pain and death. With the palms of his hands, he gives a trembling caress to the delicate feet of the girl. They are so cold ...
In that accursed burial chamber the only thing that beats is his own heart, though broken. His alone is still beating, wildly spilling blood all through his body, with fast and accurate hits.
"Everything... You have taken everything with you, your life and mine. You have left me with nothing." His faint whisper echoes through the burial chamber.
He observes the vivid image with pain deeply rooted in his eyes. The woman's dead body on the bed of furs that he has carefully prepared. It was so cold when he took her from the crystal casket, he had the impression that the glassy coffin had adhered to her skin.
He now looks at her hair, a black clouds
CoupletMirror, Mirror sparkle well
Clinking shatter - dog age dwell
The first was marked with ruby swine
Pricking tips on spindle's twine
The next, I grant, you'll waken still
zombie corpse - the poor bride's shrill
Three, a year, so quickly spent
Bobbing Styx to hear screams lent
Then borrowing time, the timex four
Father weeps on rainman's door
When Yeller's rabies snuffed him out
Red fern wails just - fed Jack's sprout
And with five golden rings around the posie
Poor Humptey lost his ode to Rosy
Even Humptey lost to six, and seven
Aching glass to Snow White's heaven
She wants her skin back, her wrinkled rough rhino skin,
not this skin so fragile and tight.
She wants transformation, water hardening into ice,
the pale brittle blue of a girl's mouth.
She is so cold, she wants grasses brimming with heat.
Her horn would shatter the frozen lake, shivering with cracks.
Another girl stares at her arm spider webbed with cuts,
the razor once moon cold now warm with blood,
pain so deeply buried blooms like red poppies.
She shudders. She is so cold. This blood did not taste like wine.
But it was warm on her tongue.
Even with twenty mattresses fat with swan feathers,
the princess felt the pebble, bruises surfacing
like a body when the ice finally melts.
So the princess drinks wine ember red until she free falls into sleep,
and dreams she is not a princess,
pain fading like cloth left too long in the light.
The frozen girl can now stare into the sun without blinking
They tethered her to the stake, piled dried branches around her,
no milky green sap. The su
The Mating Season
The copse was luminous and inviting.
Balmy winds shifted and the leaves swirled in tuneful coils.
He crushed the vivid ambers and yellows with grimy boots;
Feet scuffing the supple earth with each enthralled step.
She inhaled a surging gust
and spread her arms in temptation.
Her warm breeze thrust him in
and he clung to her, obsessed.
Undeniably beautiful was she, that he didn't comprehend
the brambles that curled around her legs
and the twigs that rose in the deep red of her verdant hair.
Her lips were soft and her touch bewitching,
like the undisturbed soil next to a water's edge.
That's where he laid her down
and took all that could be given.
Through slumber he was not aware what soon would be returned.
Damp mists and darkness engulfed the quieted creek;
the ambers had drained and washed away the essence of the marsh.
Cold awoke all visitors - disenchanted.
Gales were silenced and the darkness moved only for one sound;
the breathing of a heavy beast whose power
The Tortoise and the HareI made friends with the tortoise in my head, once. He was a quiet being. Always a "how-do-you-do" and a "good morning", but these days never good for much else. He says he always got his mail delivered to the wrong place. That or it didn't have enough postage or it found its way to the drain on the street corner.
He liked to tell me stories about a friend he had back in Animal Elementary back when they learned how to fend for themselves, hide from predators and all that. They never had maths but they did have ruminations. He tried to explain ruminations to me once but to this day, for the life of me, I still have no idea what it means.
I remember thinking that I liked how he polished his shell everyday; that his place was small and tidy, like the inside of a mother's body. He'd always stare at me, all thoughtful and quiet as I studied his paintings and his work. The tortoise is a very good artist.
There was one story in particular he liked to tell me, with that friend from the E
Of the dragonsAnd here the dragon weeps
In highest spires and depths of earth
For all kins lost,
Slain in names of truth and chivalry
For all skies lost to soar,
Claimed by mortals too afraid of things unknown
And here the dragon weeps
the driftwood girlonce upon a time, there was a little girl that everybody loved. she had these big old dishwater eyes that, if turned the right way, could reflect the lapping green silence of the ocean tides pulling seaweed on and off the shore. her hair was a raggedy mess once when she was small---long and matted with beachsand and birchwood, and one day she just took a claw to it and offoffoff it went. this exposed her pixie-ears and sunken collarbones, and while all the women of the island wore their hair below their ribs in hopes it would frenzy and tangle and catch the sweetness of the air, her choppedofflocks gave her the face of a child and served to endear everybody to her.
the girl grew up thinking she was ugly; clamlike, gritty, a barnacle too attached to its home and destined to be scraped off to float away in the water. all the little boys would laugh and prod her skinny frame, would pull her choppy curls. often, this would cause her to flush in a deep deep shame and hide away in a sheltere
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Prompt for NovemberHi, there! I wanted to try something a little different this month in the way of prompts. I'd like to try posting monthly prompts from now on. I'll use the submissions to the prompt as the pool for the featured poem for December. So let's see how this works out
If you'd like to see some more prompts, don't forget about the group blog of collected prompts: http://wordsmiths-guild.deviantart.com/journal/Prompt-er-ly-ness-218527867
All submissions should be submitted to the folder labeled November 2012.
Submission requirements are the same as for normal pieces, except for one thing. You must include a link to a critique you have recently completed and a couple of questions for critique on your piece in th
Holiday Card Project 2012
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out to patients.
The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is simple: do something nice for others. However, if you're looking for even more incentive, every deviant who submits a card will be given a free one-month Premium Membership to deviantA
Love dA Lit: Issue 103Note: Apologies this is so late, yay personal emergencies.
Welcome to the one-hundred third issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #20This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. this is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Before sharing with you twenty works of literature (in honor of this being my twentieth feature), I would like introduce to you the talented winners of InspireTheUninspired's recently finished First Kiss Contest and their winning pieces!
A Kiss by Metarex12
Basking by LightOverpowers58
Community Portal: November 18thNews
Love dA Lit: Issue 103
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About Love dA Lit
Love dA Lit aims to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Love dA Lit is published every Sunday, by IrrevocableFate via news article, and the Community portal will be updated in accompaniment with it!
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W-W Presents: De-Cliche Your Romance!I had a lot of fun with the Halloween contest Workshop, and I think we got a lot of good critiques in; so, huzzah! But now this train is back on its usual track.
Before we start in on this much-anticipated workshop (most highly-voted in our previous poll), I'm going to put a quick word out about our current status: tromacom, Shuriken95, and I have been running this on our own for the past few months, (with BeccaJS having had her baby ) and we'd love some workshop host volunteers! So if anyone has an idea for a workshop, send it in a note, and we'll try to get you all set up to host.
Okay, so, that PSA outta the way...I'd like to talk to you about:
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Specifically, romantic love. It can be ooey-and-gooey, sweet and innocent, lustful, dangerous, sexy, or even traumatic. It's one of the most universal emotional experi
The Favorites Project #177, #178, #179:iconlitplease:
Presenting the LITplease Favorites Project!
Anyone can (and should) suggest any piece of quality lit! Scroll below for our guidelines and details.
The Wood Nymph by Dani-the-Naiad
...The rich aspar'gus frock has changed its hue
now hair of hanging orange peel supersedes....read more
Suggested by: LadyofGaerdon
AngelofGod87 awholelotofflowers A-Rose-In-Misery
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...obedient as a child,
I tried to
Reasons to Love dA's Lit Community: Part 2This is the second half of my Reasons to Love dA's Literature Community. If you have no idea what is going on this explains it a bit more. ♥
Reasons to Love dA's Lit Community: Part 1
I love the literature community because it helps my writing and I also love to read what other people write and the ideas they come up with.
I love the literature community here on dA for various reasons, and one is that they are always supportive when you need some support or help. They always seem to be willing to give advice when it is asked for, or to just talk literature in often. Literature is one of the most powerful forms of art with the capability to shape the world and our cultures as we know it. Even t
Maim Your Protagonist WinnersYes, it is the moment you've all been waiting for. After much deliberation, we've settled on the winners of our Maim Your Protagonist Contest.
First off, we'd like to thank everyone who entered, donated, pimped and generally supported the running of the contest. As anyone who's put on a contest or community activity knows, it's impossible to do with that sort of support, and we do greatly appreciate it.
Additional thanks to the following people who graciously contributed points:
and those who've offered journal features for the winners:
Coming Soon: whenever I get around to it - a wendigo
Just up: I Will Eat Your Heart
Coming soon: Whatever strikes me
100 Poem Project
Current progress: 60/100
Also note that the terribly sweet SayaStarshine took a look at my list and decided she wanted to do it, too! She is using the same topics as me, and you can find the link to her stuff here.
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