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Scream Queens
Society likes to keep us in cages
And to torture us with expectations
Every day we make the choice
To live or to die
Accept society’s bindings
Or to set ourselves free
Sometimes Society tempts us
to stay
and we love our captor
Because he feeds us
Clothes us
But other times Society is merciless
And we struggle
And struggle
Until we can see the light
When finally we release the bindings
And set ourselves free
Like the women before us
The women after us
And the women we are
For we are all
Scream Queens
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Gamer
I could fix myself a glass of cyanide
And you wouldn’t notice.
I could be right next to
You and it’s just water in your mind.
I could shed a tear while hovering
In the corner of your vision.
As I take the glass to my lips,
You’d think it was normal.
I could sit in my chair
And you’d disappear.
As I convulse and drool,
You’d be immersed in another world.
I could let the poison take my ghost
And you’d slay demons in a box.
I could be gone forever
And you would play on.
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The Dress
Eleanor and Emily walked arm in arm down the wintry city street and the cloudy sky threatened rain. Eleanor stopped suddenly in front of a vintage thrift store.
“Why here?” asked Emily.
“Because I want a vintage dress. Something old. Something loved,” said Eleanor.
“If it ended up here, it probably wasn’t loved.”
Eleanor shrugged and opened the shop door. A bell rang as the door opened and an old man with a mustache and glasses stood behind the glass counter. The shop was small and overstuffed with clothes. The old man nodded a hello to the sisters and went about his business cleaning the counter with a white cloth in order to show off the wares beneath the glass more clearly.
Eleanor wasted no time in digging through the clothes. She went from rack to rack and holding out dresses in front of the dusty mirror. None of the dresses she found matched her desires and she was about to give up when she found a door knob on the wall between two dresse
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A Reflecton on John Carpenter's Live Retrospective
The stage, flanked by walls with intricate designs that are characteristic of historic theatres, holds instruments, resting and waiting for their masters. A giant screen sits behind the instruments, with a large center piece and three more to extend the sides and the top. The audience walks in, many in black t-shirts, colorful hair, and every once in awhile, a shirt with a movie logo. Other members of the audience are dressed in suits, but each one carries a demeanor for the darker side of life. This is what unites them. They are all fans of John Carpenter.
Excited and hopeful expressions are on all of their faces. They cannot wait to see the master composer and horror film director perform his famed scores on the stage in front of them. They are breathing the same air as him and he will be just a few feet away, in a space that some of them may also occupy one day as a result of the inspiration they gain tonight. I wait by the stairs, downstage left, with my camera, just as anxious as
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Throwback Thursday #15

Thu May 25, 2017, 6:07 PM
Wow! We've done 15 of these Throwback Thursdays now. Awesome! For Previous features, click the links below!

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The Writer's InkJonathan sat trembling in the dark. He stared at nothing, his eyes not penetrating the circle of blackness that surrounded him. A single lamp illuminated the round table he sat at, allowing him enough light to see the edges of it and nothing more. A tea pot and half-empty cup sat in the centre. With a trembling hand he reached toward it and took it towards his lips, not truly looking at it as he drank. He set the cup down on a plate. The cup rattled against it, the only sound save for the thunder that rumbled in the distance.
He heard a switch flick. Jonathan shut his eyes for a moment, temporarily blinded by the harshness of the light that filled the room. He opened them again to see a small, white kitchen. A single window and two doors broke the array of cabinets the covered the walls.
Standing in an open door was Chris, Jonathan’s friend and housemate. He had a hand on the light switch.
“John, what are you doing? It’s after midnight!” Chris asked.
Jonathan ke
  The big feelingWhen you realize you are feeling
a moment fading into all the moments
that preceded it,
and you must try, impossibly, to describe
the big feeling,
a thing apart from your self,
or, perhaps,
as close to it as humanly possible:
like when looking through a microscope
and realizing that each magnification shows
we only know so much of anything,
The big feeling that is life's disappearing,
into the many echoes
of each moment, somehow touching
across the vast expanse,
the one that lead you here,
Where you stop to witness
the minute spectacle of time's expression;
the familiar creaking of wind against wood panels,
branches whipping in those gusts
casting wild shadows on your wall,
The big feeling coaxing the world towards
a surreal stillness, tentative and aware,
flooding through all the chances, that through the guarantees
of your quantum existence
the marvelous truth rises:
that this is all so beautiful you will die
if you do not try and express it,
but if you try and express this moment
it
  Why I wear a maskBefore this past week, I wore masks to entertain myself. I found them fun and I liked the look and feel of most masks. The reasoning behind why I wear masks now is quite different from then. I work at a funeral home. I need to get 60 hours in before they can consider hiring me. I don't mind the work. I'm there to observe and do the things no one else wants to. Wash the hearse, sweep the back garage, that sort of thing.
Last Friday, I observed an embalming for the first time.
I noticed the smell before I noticed the body, he had been dead a day.
The man they were embalming was 86, and died of cancer. He had a large tumorous growth in his stomach, his skin was stretched taunt over his ribs. The report said he used to be a big man, but there was little left of him. They sprayed him with disinfectant, washed his mouth out, his nose and ears. And then, they made the first cut.
It was no big deal at first, when something graphic pops up, I tend to numb out, shut down my emotions for the orde


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6 Tips for Fan Writers / Writing Fan-fiction6 Tips for Fan Writers/Fan-fiction
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 6 “Fan-writing”
With Links to Supplementary Material
When I was about seven years old, I wrote my first story—a short “book” about an island completely inhabited by velociraptors, and a hero who could have been Dr. Grant's (my childhood hero) twin. While I didn't know it, my first work was loosely a fan-fiction of Jurassic Park. Most of us, perhaps all, become writers because at some point of our life we fell deeply in love with a story. Today, I'm going to talk about how we can make fan-stories serve us as best as possible. Please note that while fan-fiction is included in this segment, I will be using the term “fan-writing” to also include original stories with original characters that closel
   10 Easy Tips to Improve Your Writing.These are some very basic things for new writers. If you see somebody that could benefit from this, send them a link! :D
1. Use correct punctuation, spelling, and grammar everywhere, not just in your writing.
I see a lot of writers that text-talk in conversations, leave out punctuation, don't capitalize words, etc. Even if you're just shooting a message to a friend on Facebook remember those rules! Not only does this create good habits, but I find that it leads to better and more intelligent conversations
2. Learn those tricky rules like "laid/lay" and "effect/affect".
A lot of people slack off on these. Personally, I have to look up things like this all the time because I just don't remember. They're annoying, but learning the differences can help you out in your writing and in real life. Also, the difference between "good" and "well" is a must-know! I hear this used incorrectly every single day.
3. Paragraphs and when to use them.
Obviously your wr
  Poetry Basics: EmotionsEmotions in poetry
Writing, at its very base, is communication. We write to communicate with someone else, with ourselves when we write, we arrange words in a manner that is intended to be read. This is very important because, no matter what or how you write, this one basic fact never changes. If you get stuck at any point, you can come back to this sturdy foundation. I am writing to communicate; what do I want to communicate?
Often, the answer is emotions: how you feel, or how you want your reader to feel. As Gregory Corso wrote, "You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!"
We all feel, but how we express our feels is a matter of perspective. If we are too flippant with our choice of words, our readers will think we are shallow. If we are too brooding and deliberate, our readers may find us incomprehensible. Finding a balance takes work and dedication.
But that work and dedication is what distinguishes


Past Prompts


The contest may be over, but the prompts are still good writing challenges! 
200 one-word prompts1. Secrets
2. Balloons
3. Corner
4. Celebration
5. Blankets
6. Animals
7. Clown
8. Snow storm
9. Searching
10. Glasses
11. Bench
12. Candy
13. Textbooks
14. Swimming
15. Holiday
16. Whistle
17. Light
18. Glowing
19. Scream
20. Panic
21. Heat
22. Scent
23. Breath
24. Motorcycle
25. Memory
26. Sticky note
27. River
28. Nurturing
29. Cookies
30. Marker
31. Carnival
32. Festive
33. Clouds
34. Spirit
35. Lick
36. Vertigo
37. Smudge
38. Pill
39. Lighter
40. Allow
41. Clock
42. Prize
43. Evidence
44. Bind
45. Reflection
46. Shopping
47. Storm
48. Dare
49. Bridge
50. Paranoia
51. Lost
52. Game
53. Electricity
54. Umbrella
55. Shame
56. Gift
57. Feather
58. Flirt
59. Strangle
60. Gun
61. Festival
62. Blister
63. Irresistible
64. Uniform
65. Monster
66. Crash
67. Ultimatum
68. Trap
69. Necklace
70. Seesaw
71. Tea
72. Years
73. Tornado
74. Meadow
75. Soothe
76. Yes
77. Loudspeaker
78. Creek
79. Ignore
80. Shorts
81. Quilt
82. Berry
83. Scarred
84. Tunnel
85. Flavor
86. Skirt
87. Camping
88. Tree-
  Twenty-five Writing Promptsi. Falling in love on the subway
ii. Freckles of Saturday
iii. New year's pudding with almonds
iv. A green glass bottle and a girl in a green straw hat
v. Alphabetizing nightmares
vi. Painting my toenails yellow, it's cold out
vii. The colour moonblue
viii. A mother hen
ix. Cingulomania is the strong desire to hug someone
x. Susan loves her name
xi. Red wings
xii. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYXEkRUpFk
xiii. I want to hold hands with an amputee
xiv. One-way conversations
xv. A pen with a yellow ribbon tied at the top
xvi. Four hundred and ninety-nine butterflies
xvii. The clock broke when it hit the wall
xviii. My arms hurt
xix. Turn right
xx. A purply-blue sweater he wore every day
xxi. Don't let Jimmy give the dog a haircut
xxii. Blackberry afternoons
xxiii. Swallowing honey
xxiv. Sunrise and sunset; moonrise and moonset
xxv. Cigarette kisses
  100 Themes Challenge: Alternative Prompts1. Full Throttle
2. Give Me Time
3. Come And Go
4. Through You
5. Immature Vendetta
6. Don't Blow It
7. Nobody Else
8. One Shot
9. Best Friend
10. Quite Well
11. Great War
12. Flowing Tear Drops
13. Know Your Place
14. Count Down
15. Try To Forget
16. Hand On Heart
17. In Circles
18. Prove Me Wrong
19. Three Words
20. Look Up
21. In Labour
22. For The Future
23. Different Person
24. Under The Influence
25. Life Giver
26. Mission Failed
27. Show The World
28. All My Life
29. Change Of Heart
30. More Discount
31. Four Seasons
32. Humble Beginnings
33. Spending Time
34. At Home
35. Do Tell
36. Across The Boarder
37. Giant Leap
38. Brick Wall
39. Ladies And Gentlemen
40. Road Trip
41. Special Treatment
42. Hey Now
43. Just A Girl
44. Spoilt Brat
45. Fly Away
46. Winter Blues
47. Touch The Sky
48. Rid The World
49. Pale Imitation
50. Flaunt It
51. Bad Move
52. Creepy Noises
53. Stressed Out
54. Made Of Stone
55. Long Distance
56. Come Closer
57. Million Miles
58. Angel Of Death
59. Below Th



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Shewhere is she?
i lost her
somewhere
between eleven
and seventeen.
is that such
a long time?
with so many
footsteps in
so many
directions,
it's a wonder
she still
lives here.
the scenery
as ugly as it
is, and the
conversation
so loquacious
and dull.
where is she?
darling, she
was plump
and everywhere
before she
even arrived.
i knew her
by her freckles,
each one named.
she grew an
inch with
each sleepy
stretch.
i remember
her childhood
in dusty film
and bright
camera flashes.
oh where is she?
can't i have her
again, if not
within than
maybe outside?
she points
out the fire
fearfully through
the mirror,
through the pond,
through the joy.
where is she?
5-26-02
  Little GirlLittle Girl
Hannah M.
November 30
The wind blew hard against the little girl's body. She had been walking for hours or so it seemed, stumbling against the cold and the freezing winter night. She could stand no longer and slumped to the ground, her body hitting the ground with a thump. She let out a tiny gasp as her fragile body hit the dirt.
"Mam, Mam where are you?" Her broken voice called out to the figure she remembered only in memories. Tears streamed down her face to form small round icicles on her cheeks. She called out again but in all the frosty streets there was not a sol to hear her.
The girl must not have been more than six for she had the face of a baby. Her clothes were little more than an old bran sack that must have been far older than the girl herself. Her hair curled in black ringlets and had been messily hacked off. Her feet were raw yet numb with cold. They soaked the snow, to a scarlet red beneath her. She lay there not moving a muscle. The wind let down it's howli
  The Afterlife ComplexThe Afterlife Complex
An angel was the last thing Peter expected to see when he died. It wasn't an angel like in the books; at least it didn't seem that way. It looked like an everyday person, no halo and no wings.
"Welcome," it said with a voice of kindness even though its smile showed pointed teeth.
"What are you?" Peter stammered, "And where am I?"
"I, silly boy, am an angel; no ordinary angel, as you may have noticed but an angel nonetheless. You are in The Afterlife Complex. Are you ready to see your room?"
"Umm, sure," Peter said and began to follow the angel. The angel glided down the hallway to a room with two staircases and another doorway.
One staircase was silver and spotless and gently spiraled up to the top of the building. Halfway through he building a cloud blocked the view from seeing any further up. That staircase was labeled "Heaven".
The second staircase was black and pitted with holes. It slopped down through a hole in the floor at about a seventy-degree angl


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1.) Have you studied creative writing in a formal setting? If no, why not?
2.) If yes, what did you learn? Did you find it worth it?

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Throwback Thursday #15

Thu May 25, 2017, 6:07 PM
Wow! We've done 15 of these Throwback Thursdays now. Awesome! For Previous features, click the links below!

 Throwback Thursday #1 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #2 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #3 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #4 Bullet; OrangeThrowback Thursday #5 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #6 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #7 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #8 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #9 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #10 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #11 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #12Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #13 Bullet; Orange Throwback Thursday #14

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Pieces that received DDs and are still worth a view!
The Writer's InkJonathan sat trembling in the dark. He stared at nothing, his eyes not penetrating the circle of blackness that surrounded him. A single lamp illuminated the round table he sat at, allowing him enough light to see the edges of it and nothing more. A tea pot and half-empty cup sat in the centre. With a trembling hand he reached toward it and took it towards his lips, not truly looking at it as he drank. He set the cup down on a plate. The cup rattled against it, the only sound save for the thunder that rumbled in the distance.
He heard a switch flick. Jonathan shut his eyes for a moment, temporarily blinded by the harshness of the light that filled the room. He opened them again to see a small, white kitchen. A single window and two doors broke the array of cabinets the covered the walls.
Standing in an open door was Chris, Jonathan’s friend and housemate. He had a hand on the light switch.
“John, what are you doing? It’s after midnight!” Chris asked.
Jonathan ke
  The big feelingWhen you realize you are feeling
a moment fading into all the moments
that preceded it,
and you must try, impossibly, to describe
the big feeling,
a thing apart from your self,
or, perhaps,
as close to it as humanly possible:
like when looking through a microscope
and realizing that each magnification shows
we only know so much of anything,
The big feeling that is life's disappearing,
into the many echoes
of each moment, somehow touching
across the vast expanse,
the one that lead you here,
Where you stop to witness
the minute spectacle of time's expression;
the familiar creaking of wind against wood panels,
branches whipping in those gusts
casting wild shadows on your wall,
The big feeling coaxing the world towards
a surreal stillness, tentative and aware,
flooding through all the chances, that through the guarantees
of your quantum existence
the marvelous truth rises:
that this is all so beautiful you will die
if you do not try and express it,
but if you try and express this moment
it
  Why I wear a maskBefore this past week, I wore masks to entertain myself. I found them fun and I liked the look and feel of most masks. The reasoning behind why I wear masks now is quite different from then. I work at a funeral home. I need to get 60 hours in before they can consider hiring me. I don't mind the work. I'm there to observe and do the things no one else wants to. Wash the hearse, sweep the back garage, that sort of thing.
Last Friday, I observed an embalming for the first time.
I noticed the smell before I noticed the body, he had been dead a day.
The man they were embalming was 86, and died of cancer. He had a large tumorous growth in his stomach, his skin was stretched taunt over his ribs. The report said he used to be a big man, but there was little left of him. They sprayed him with disinfectant, washed his mouth out, his nose and ears. And then, they made the first cut.
It was no big deal at first, when something graphic pops up, I tend to numb out, shut down my emotions for the orde


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Unearth some useful knowledge from these cool articles!

6 Tips for Fan Writers / Writing Fan-fiction6 Tips for Fan Writers/Fan-fiction
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 6 “Fan-writing”
With Links to Supplementary Material
When I was about seven years old, I wrote my first story—a short “book” about an island completely inhabited by velociraptors, and a hero who could have been Dr. Grant's (my childhood hero) twin. While I didn't know it, my first work was loosely a fan-fiction of Jurassic Park. Most of us, perhaps all, become writers because at some point of our life we fell deeply in love with a story. Today, I'm going to talk about how we can make fan-stories serve us as best as possible. Please note that while fan-fiction is included in this segment, I will be using the term “fan-writing” to also include original stories with original characters that closel
   10 Easy Tips to Improve Your Writing.These are some very basic things for new writers. If you see somebody that could benefit from this, send them a link! :D
1. Use correct punctuation, spelling, and grammar everywhere, not just in your writing.
I see a lot of writers that text-talk in conversations, leave out punctuation, don't capitalize words, etc. Even if you're just shooting a message to a friend on Facebook remember those rules! Not only does this create good habits, but I find that it leads to better and more intelligent conversations
2. Learn those tricky rules like "laid/lay" and "effect/affect".
A lot of people slack off on these. Personally, I have to look up things like this all the time because I just don't remember. They're annoying, but learning the differences can help you out in your writing and in real life. Also, the difference between "good" and "well" is a must-know! I hear this used incorrectly every single day.
3. Paragraphs and when to use them.
Obviously your wr
  Poetry Basics: EmotionsEmotions in poetry
Writing, at its very base, is communication. We write to communicate with someone else, with ourselves when we write, we arrange words in a manner that is intended to be read. This is very important because, no matter what or how you write, this one basic fact never changes. If you get stuck at any point, you can come back to this sturdy foundation. I am writing to communicate; what do I want to communicate?
Often, the answer is emotions: how you feel, or how you want your reader to feel. As Gregory Corso wrote, "You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!"
We all feel, but how we express our feels is a matter of perspective. If we are too flippant with our choice of words, our readers will think we are shallow. If we are too brooding and deliberate, our readers may find us incomprehensible. Finding a balance takes work and dedication.
But that work and dedication is what distinguishes


Past Prompts


The contest may be over, but the prompts are still good writing challenges! 
200 one-word prompts1. Secrets
2. Balloons
3. Corner
4. Celebration
5. Blankets
6. Animals
7. Clown
8. Snow storm
9. Searching
10. Glasses
11. Bench
12. Candy
13. Textbooks
14. Swimming
15. Holiday
16. Whistle
17. Light
18. Glowing
19. Scream
20. Panic
21. Heat
22. Scent
23. Breath
24. Motorcycle
25. Memory
26. Sticky note
27. River
28. Nurturing
29. Cookies
30. Marker
31. Carnival
32. Festive
33. Clouds
34. Spirit
35. Lick
36. Vertigo
37. Smudge
38. Pill
39. Lighter
40. Allow
41. Clock
42. Prize
43. Evidence
44. Bind
45. Reflection
46. Shopping
47. Storm
48. Dare
49. Bridge
50. Paranoia
51. Lost
52. Game
53. Electricity
54. Umbrella
55. Shame
56. Gift
57. Feather
58. Flirt
59. Strangle
60. Gun
61. Festival
62. Blister
63. Irresistible
64. Uniform
65. Monster
66. Crash
67. Ultimatum
68. Trap
69. Necklace
70. Seesaw
71. Tea
72. Years
73. Tornado
74. Meadow
75. Soothe
76. Yes
77. Loudspeaker
78. Creek
79. Ignore
80. Shorts
81. Quilt
82. Berry
83. Scarred
84. Tunnel
85. Flavor
86. Skirt
87. Camping
88. Tree-
  Twenty-five Writing Promptsi. Falling in love on the subway
ii. Freckles of Saturday
iii. New year's pudding with almonds
iv. A green glass bottle and a girl in a green straw hat
v. Alphabetizing nightmares
vi. Painting my toenails yellow, it's cold out
vii. The colour moonblue
viii. A mother hen
ix. Cingulomania is the strong desire to hug someone
x. Susan loves her name
xi. Red wings
xii. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYXEkRUpFk
xiii. I want to hold hands with an amputee
xiv. One-way conversations
xv. A pen with a yellow ribbon tied at the top
xvi. Four hundred and ninety-nine butterflies
xvii. The clock broke when it hit the wall
xviii. My arms hurt
xix. Turn right
xx. A purply-blue sweater he wore every day
xxi. Don't let Jimmy give the dog a haircut
xxii. Blackberry afternoons
xxiii. Swallowing honey
xxiv. Sunrise and sunset; moonrise and moonset
xxv. Cigarette kisses
  100 Themes Challenge: Alternative Prompts1. Full Throttle
2. Give Me Time
3. Come And Go
4. Through You
5. Immature Vendetta
6. Don't Blow It
7. Nobody Else
8. One Shot
9. Best Friend
10. Quite Well
11. Great War
12. Flowing Tear Drops
13. Know Your Place
14. Count Down
15. Try To Forget
16. Hand On Heart
17. In Circles
18. Prove Me Wrong
19. Three Words
20. Look Up
21. In Labour
22. For The Future
23. Different Person
24. Under The Influence
25. Life Giver
26. Mission Failed
27. Show The World
28. All My Life
29. Change Of Heart
30. More Discount
31. Four Seasons
32. Humble Beginnings
33. Spending Time
34. At Home
35. Do Tell
36. Across The Boarder
37. Giant Leap
38. Brick Wall
39. Ladies And Gentlemen
40. Road Trip
41. Special Treatment
42. Hey Now
43. Just A Girl
44. Spoilt Brat
45. Fly Away
46. Winter Blues
47. Touch The Sky
48. Rid The World
49. Pale Imitation
50. Flaunt It
51. Bad Move
52. Creepy Noises
53. Stressed Out
54. Made Of Stone
55. Long Distance
56. Come Closer
57. Million Miles
58. Angel Of Death
59. Below Th



Random


Submissions from this week in another year!
Shewhere is she?
i lost her
somewhere
between eleven
and seventeen.
is that such
a long time?
with so many
footsteps in
so many
directions,
it's a wonder
she still
lives here.
the scenery
as ugly as it
is, and the
conversation
so loquacious
and dull.
where is she?
darling, she
was plump
and everywhere
before she
even arrived.
i knew her
by her freckles,
each one named.
she grew an
inch with
each sleepy
stretch.
i remember
her childhood
in dusty film
and bright
camera flashes.
oh where is she?
can't i have her
again, if not
within than
maybe outside?
she points
out the fire
fearfully through
the mirror,
through the pond,
through the joy.
where is she?
5-26-02
  Little GirlLittle Girl
Hannah M.
November 30
The wind blew hard against the little girl's body. She had been walking for hours or so it seemed, stumbling against the cold and the freezing winter night. She could stand no longer and slumped to the ground, her body hitting the ground with a thump. She let out a tiny gasp as her fragile body hit the dirt.
"Mam, Mam where are you?" Her broken voice called out to the figure she remembered only in memories. Tears streamed down her face to form small round icicles on her cheeks. She called out again but in all the frosty streets there was not a sol to hear her.
The girl must not have been more than six for she had the face of a baby. Her clothes were little more than an old bran sack that must have been far older than the girl herself. Her hair curled in black ringlets and had been messily hacked off. Her feet were raw yet numb with cold. They soaked the snow, to a scarlet red beneath her. She lay there not moving a muscle. The wind let down it's howli
  The Afterlife ComplexThe Afterlife Complex
An angel was the last thing Peter expected to see when he died. It wasn't an angel like in the books; at least it didn't seem that way. It looked like an everyday person, no halo and no wings.
"Welcome," it said with a voice of kindness even though its smile showed pointed teeth.
"What are you?" Peter stammered, "And where am I?"
"I, silly boy, am an angel; no ordinary angel, as you may have noticed but an angel nonetheless. You are in The Afterlife Complex. Are you ready to see your room?"
"Umm, sure," Peter said and began to follow the angel. The angel glided down the hallway to a room with two staircases and another doorway.
One staircase was silver and spotless and gently spiraled up to the top of the building. Halfway through he building a cloud blocked the view from seeing any further up. That staircase was labeled "Heaven".
The second staircase was black and pitted with holes. It slopped down through a hole in the floor at about a seventy-degree angl


Throwback Questions!


1.) Have you studied creative writing in a formal setting? If no, why not?
2.) If yes, what did you learn? Did you find it worth it?

All pieces featured in this articles are over 2 years old. If you have any suggestions for pieces (even your own) then please note CRLiterature !

Feedback and thoughts welcome!


The Nefarious Networking Project: May

Thu May 25, 2017, 3:37 AM
Hello, deviants! So it has come to my attention that what we've been doing for the Nefarious Networking Project hasn't quite been working out because of everyone's busy schedules and whatnot. So I come to you this month to ask what you would like to see done differently with the project. Would you prefer the project to just be a chance to introduce yourselves and/or others in the journal comments? Do you like doing the collaborations? Would you prefer that collaborations be facilitated by you and a person of your choosing? Let me know in the comments below or note me! Thanks!

-Cinestress

What is the Nefarious Networking Project?


Every month, deviants who respond to the questionnaire below are paired with a deviant to get to know and produce a project. If you have responded to the questionnaire in the past, but have not received a partner, it may be because there have not been enough deviants to pair you up yet. So please comment with answers to the questionnaire if you haven't responded yet and would like a partner or if you have already responded to the questionnaire, please comment explaining so and we will hopefully get you a partner this month. If you have a partner, continue on to this month's networking activity.

Initial Networking Questionnaire


    • Introduce yourself.  What experience do you have with writing (studying it, getting serious about it, etc)?  Would you consider yourself a total newbie, someone who's taken a few creative writing classes in school, or a published professional?
    • What are your writing goals? (Writing for fun, writing to publish, etc)
    • What do you hope to gain from networking? (You could say, "finding a beta reader," or someone to proofread and give feedback on your writing; you could say, "find a friend in the business"; or, "a friend who can teach me stuff"; or, "looking for a mentor")
    • What genre do you typically write, and are you interested in trying new genres?
    • Post one line of your work you're particularly proud of.
    • Share one thumb of someone else's writing on DA that you really love.

Networking Activity Number 5


This month is an extension of April's project. The deadline has been extended to July 1st.



Just 320 more llamas before I reach King Llama! Can you send me a llama? I promise to send one back!
So I officially dropped out from a film I've been working on and another has been canceled. I suddenly have a lot more free time. :(

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Thanks for Kino the llama! I hope have a nice day!Hug 
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Thanks for the badge!
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thanks for the trade!
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You're welcome!
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Thanks for the watch, hun. :rose:
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