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This is a small update on what's going on around the literature community, that's what this business is. The idea is to try and make the community more readily accessible for everyone, whether you're new or have been here for a while.
Please note: these updates will not be all-encompassing in terms of community happenings, as the community is quite frankly rather large. Instead, this article will focus specifically on things that are currently ongoing, or happened within the past fortnight. If you're looking for something more general and comprehensive, why not give `IrrevocableFate's Love dA Lit a read?
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Things going on in Lit:
- Prompts and Contests:
- #NaPoWriMo2012 Week 4
- #LITplease's NaPo and Script Frenzy Daily Prompts
- ScreamPrompt 25
- #Writers-Workshop's Create a Form Workshop (ends 30 April)
- The Literary Illustration Fanfic Challenge (ends 30 April)
- #LITplease's Fiction Prompt 9 (ends 1 May) and Poetry Prompt 15 (ends 15 May)
- Freaky Friday Fanfiction Contest (ends 25 May)
- Odyssey Into 2012: Engage Wonderment Update!
- The Word Wars Chat Tour will be at #exposelit on the 29th at 7:30 pm EDT!
- #LITplease's Chat Tour Wrap-Up
- The Favorites Project Features 135 - 137
- SixWordStories Showcase, April 9 - 23
- Writers With a Promise 14
- 30 Writers You Should Discover IX
Events and Other News:
New to the community?
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#hq is deviantART HQ's hub, so you'll be seeing some pretty big updates from them when things happen.
#communityrelations is the hub for the Community Relations team, which means it's a great place to watch for updates of all sorts.
- The CR Literature Chatroom: #CRLiterature
The past week's Lit DDs
It's not Rocket Science a poem for Jack Parsons
Lucifer took a hit, landed
face-down & flat-broke
back in the 40s
out on the West Coast
eyes the colour of Swarfega
teeth rotting, shoes worn through,
and dying for another high
too early for acid he takes
the mescaline trail
down into the Mojave
where the rattlesnakes are
locked in their kundalini and the
stillness flickers like god
across a lizard's eye
Lucifer hitched a ride
over to Pasadena
to see Jack and the Rocket Boys
see what they can do
to put him back in heaven
too long in the desert
Where are regrets kept?Perhaps in the hollow
That's where your chin
rested all summer long
and that's where the tears
fell in September.
having been a babyI am wine dried
on empty cups, made drunk by
what place the light has ever slept,
ever nestled my hand as an instrument
in your hand, I can not sleep
through a second language, I can not
limit the truth of expanding, of feeling
like the room is happy to have us
What Makes A Good Editor?Introduction
A good editor has many qualities and a lot of responsibilities.
Editors are necessary. They're like a test run before something gets printed or posted online. The editor is the first person to read it, aside from the writer, and can fix the mistakes before it's shown to the public.
Think of it like a new car design. Before it goes on sale or is even made, the design is created for a specific reason. It's then tested for numerous things before being sold to the public.
Likewise, an editor needs to decide if what they're editing is worth the time. Is there a purpose to the piece? Does it benefit the public or audienc
Flowers on the RazorwireWe could never fashion flight from our broken boned epiphanies
(Or raise our shattered glasses to the red on her lips)
But anaemic as horses we parade them through these streets
Revolution is nothing but progress here
Perched on razorwire fences
Birds give names to ghosts and raise them as their own
Truth is a figment of your imagination
And the telephone is the wire around your neck
Hung up with wishes across the grand suburbia
Our zeitgeist is a harlot
She teaches us that duty justifies submission. It doesn't
There is salt in the street but the banks are empty
From weeping like the chorus torn from our lungs
We never quite gra
Puddled GasolineHear me read it! Puddled Gasoline
Someone left the car on
with the garage door closed again;
streak the harsh winter concrete
as I breathe past the fumes.
at its finest,
or some other form of noise
I'm not familiar with.
He will not hear me screaming
when I tug open the door
and you spill out like a puddle
onto my freshly-buffed shoes,
because I will not be screaming
For the first time
in almost twenty years of marriage,
you've silenced me.
You look at a huge door. The princess is inside, waiting to be rescued. The glowing fairy fluttering around your head tells you 'The door is locked! You need the dragon key to open the door!'
You look around.
If you venture west, turn to page two.
If you explore east, turn to page ten.
You encounter a goblin.
You hit it for 6HP.
He hits you for 2HP.
You hit it for 6HP.
The goblin disappears in a puff of smoke.
The fairy shouts 'HEY! LISTEN!' in a shrill voice.
To listen, turn to page five.
To ignore her and continue your quest, turn to page three.
You encounter a bird.
You swing at it with your sw
Change"I would like a Barbie for my birthday," said my young sister one day, in the words that would start a spiral of change. I looked up from my task of packing a small bag and stared at her. I took in the slight tremble of her chin, the watery gaze of her dark eyes, the way she tugged at a strand of her auburn hair. She matched me in more ways than just looks. She, like me, did not ask unnecessary questions. We didn't rely on others for stuff, but rather put suggestions out there and hoped that they would be taken.
"Why?" I asked after a moment of staring across the cave, where
She Wasn't Born This WayShe Wasn't Born This Way
You never mention the word "disorder" in certain company.
That's a defense mechanism, rewriting song lyrics in my head as the uncomfortable silence drags on. Not that it's really silent, ever, in a hospital. Machines whir in the background like insect hives, nurses flit (or stomp, depending on inclination) from bed to bed, and some janitor or orderly inevitably rattles by the room with a bucket of vomit or cart of soiled bedding.
So not quiet, then, but certainly uncomfortable. She avoids my eyes, fingering the roses on her lap. Everything in hospitals is blue-and-white, a sick, sterile periwinkle that I suppose i
The Little SparrowHer name was Emma, and she wasn't afraid of falling. For as long as she could remember she had been jumping - always plummeting. She understood the laws of nature: no matter how high she climbed, gravity would always carry her back to the ground; gravity would always grant her momentum to fall and wind-resistance to float. She understood why birds had wings and humans didn't; it was because humans would just as soon leave, and they belonged on the ground.
They always called her a little sparrow, always trying to fly, but they never understood that she didn't want updrafts or wings, she only wanted to scale walls and scurry up trees, to test
we are either
children or ancients:
shedding clothes we
young again and
with a little
old fire in us,
the hungry reverence
for smooth and impersonal
launched ships and moved mountains,
some sort of
in the bones.
we become aware of what is huge and terrifying,
the blank expanse
of our own skins,
the flesh that belongs
to myth and to history
and not to us,
not to keep
as if upon dying
we slip into nothing,
we are suddenly
everyone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiencymy parents never beat me
and look how I turned out: cracked ribs
blood in my urine
finally lost my baby teeth
but there's no love without blood and you
do not dream in hourglasses
rusty wind and
ferris wheel cages
to watch the gauze fall untaped
on the kitchen floor and
I am itchingscratchingbleeding time
profusely and it falls off me like sawdust with every
I still stand still with knees dovetailed and
head cocked down
to watch the wood shavings
pile at my shins like suitcases
you always want more
so when I felt the fault lines in your wrists
start to tremble
I took that
That's it for this fortnight, if you've got questions or concerns, let us know! :]