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Welcome to all writers, readers and lovers of literature! Why have we not seen your wonderful face around her before? Oh- we have? Well I most sorry for not recognizing you, welcome back!

Have you been taking part in out competitions? Have you tried out our 'Nanowrimo' prep tasks? It doesn't have to be autumn to plan a novel you know?

Even if you just wish to dabble in the shallow end of writing, you can still submit your work to this group. Any genre, any style, you can even include images as long as they are attached to some form of writing.

Get involved and have fun. The important aspect of writing is that everyone improves over time and with practice.

Are you wondering how far you could go?


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A Fresh Start (A Must Read For Members)

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May is just around the corner. Literally.

That means the end of NaPoWriMo, which unfortunately, I did not get to try and pester you all into doing but anyway.

This group needs to get back on track badly so I'm going to turn to threats.

This is not an open gallery, it is supposed to be a community and therefore I'm going to change the regulations and make it so that every submission needs to be given the O.K by me before it is accepted to any of the groups.

I know I've been slacking off recently, but Uni is finished in four weeks and I'll have all summer to devote to you lot and my writing. (Except for when I am writing that 4,000 word make-up essay for history but that is beside the point.)

Those who wish to continue submitting to this group need to do one thing: contribute.

For every submission you make to this group, I want you to find another deviation in the gallery, written by someone else, and leave a fair sized comment or critique.

Not just 'I like this' or 'very nice'. A fully structured series of sentences with reasoning.

Simply add the link to your critique in the artists' comment of your deviation and attach a little sentence to say why the link is there.

I look forward to moderating your submissions more closely and yes, yes I am that evil. Blame it on the lack of sleep I'm getting at the moment.

p.s

Anyone attempting 'A story a day' for May?


Weekly Prompt

Take a scene that you have written a year ago. Now take one of your own original characters from more recently and put him/her in your own place within the memory, how would they have handled the situation differently?

Also try to think about how your writing may have improved since your wrote this scene.
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PurpleThe girl in the purple
Sat at the window
Sadly
Watching the people
Out on the streets
As time stood still
She never moved
She never got up to leave
She'll follow someone
I'll never cease to believe
The girl in the purple
Sat in the café
Dreaming
Thinking of all of the
Places she'll go when she's
Gone
She never moved
She never got up to leave
She'll follow someone
I'll never cease to believe
-Guitar solo-
The café is empty now
The girl I saw is since
Gone
Off to a place where
Anything's possible, where she'll never
Return
She hadn't moved
She'd never got up to leave
She followed someone
Just as I always Purple by ~Oilspill200
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Something beautiful                                     Something Beautiful

Clouds like scattered powder rolled across the sky in waves of fair white and chilling grey. The sun peeked through the ocean of blue and ivory above and shone down onto the streets of a rural township. A variety of cars rolled lazily down the street and a soft breeze was blowing east. Rain water pooled into small puddles formed from the most recent spring shower and golden light shimmered off their surface.

A short, brown haired, unshaven man tip-toed along the concrete border of a sidewalk. He struggled to keep his balance as he trotted along, one foot in front of the other, the thiSomething beautiful by ~IrritusNovus
Not Worth Fighting ForYou know I'm watching all the news
Japan's just giving me the blues
And it's the one time all the ooze
From all the guys who all accuse
That all that we can do is lose
Isn't paying any dues
But all that we can ever choose
Is nothing ever, never whose?

But why can't we ever smile
'Cause we're watching all the while
All the guys who say it's wrong
To make all the statements long
Yet they argue about politics
And the latest economics
And tell us all about the sports
That make all the rest warts

Upon the skin of America's hand
Why is this a blessed land?
I hear some of them demand
We abolish food that's canned
And the guys thaNot Worth Fighting For by ~Oilspill200
This RoomOh! Stuck in this terrible room
No way to escape
Eternal isolation in my head
Nothing goes in or out either

Where was that door again?
That man comes to give me food
But he gives me only a few little scraps
They can't pay for anything more

Alas, you're just a speck of dust
Here in the room, you and me
But, then, this could all be a lie
I might be lying about everything.

My mind is an absent captain
Nobody to say, "All hands on deck"
He passed away a while ago; so did the crew
I don't even think I'm here

But do I really think?
That's why I'm here, I suppose.
I do think, yet I don't.
An interesting concept, eh, Mr. Speck?

NThis Room by ~Oilspill200
AloneI am alone here
Here on this Earth
Here with these people
I'm isolated

Lost in the crowd
I'm just another
I'm not really here
You won't see me

I'll be gone
You won't see
You don't care
No difference at all

I am away
You've found another
You've forgotten me
I don't stand out

Too many people
Why am I here?
Why haven't I left?
Maybe it's you

You'll be gone
I'll certainly care
I'll probably cry
All the difference in the world

I am alone here
Here in this room
Here without you
I'm isolatedAlone by ~Oilspill200
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An Exercise in Writing: StraitjacketsThey advanced, two people holding him back while the third held up the coat. He struggled, fear coursing through his veins as he knew what was being said, without a single word ever voiced. He tried kicking, but they held him tightly.
One of the guards gripped his arm tightly so that the sleeve could go over it, before grabbing his hand, still tight as before, as the durable material was tugged up his arm. He winced, struggling still to pull away, but they kept him held tight.  The sleeve inched up his arm, his shoulder, the first helper holding out the slack while the third one walked around him. Not a single one of them was at all botheredAn Exercise in Writing: Straitjackets by ~Melody-Hikari
Rusty CageDon't perch me upon a cotton cloud
Or quarter me by the country lake;
No fields of grain inspire me now,
Nor misty hues above the creek.

I have seen too many daffodils
And belle bluebells too pall my soul,
These mockingjays do not arouse
A drop of woe, a drip of joy.

Instead set me off upon a barge
Where the shadows meet, by day or night;
Off to a shade where silence unites
With her soundless charms of quietude.

And leave my haunt with little tint
A monochrome wind, a fickle farewell,
And write to me once every fortnight
From the confines of your recent grave.

And here let there be no robin's song,
No blackbird's lay, no warbRusty Cage by *Zark123
The Underworld of Vegas by ~Preado-Carnifex
The Bridge of Decay “Do you know how it feels like when grains of sand are slipping through your hands? Do you know how it feels like when you’re standing in the sun’s light without feeling its warmth? “
There is this wood bridge above an endless gap.  Ahead, the horizon takes the shape of your every dream.  But this is not just a simple bridge. It’s called The Bridge of Decay. With your every step, another wood board aligns before your feet. At the same time, if you look back you’ll see the bridge disbanding itself. It is impossible to come back, so you must choose wisely the way you’ll lead the wood boards. Also, youThe Bridge of Decay by ~THFan259
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Poetry and Lyrics
Perfection's EffectsShiny cars won't get you very far, girl
The Mac makeup won't cover up the lies
You're just a big shot waiting to unfurl
Small-town royalty with gems in her eyes
This acting; it won't get you far enough,
While you're awaiting your moment on screen
For such a blameless girl, it's been too rough
Even as the perfectly poised prom queen
Her world is a blur; clean, artificial
And she is blind to all the pain it brings
But my poor life is not beneficial
'Cause I'm stuck here; living less than a dream
The spotlight's on you, so show them your best
Everyone knows you're higher than the restPerfection's Effects by *TheCat101
I Miss YouI miss you
You've gone away for a while
I can't show you how much love I have
I hate I can't see you smile
My heart misses your touch
My life misses your impact
I hate being away from you like this
I don't like that
For you my heart still loathes
I await your return
I will still be here
Waiting for your meeting to be adjourned
I can't help but to think of your presence
I can't help but to remember your grace
With you not being around
I feel I have no reason to wake
You feel my heart
With so much love
You're an infinite thought in my mind
You're an eternal love of my life
I miss your words
I miss everything you do
For you I will always be faithful
You're the one I will always remain true to
You're the one I will truly miss
I haven't ever cared about anybody like this
I've always wondered
When would I find a love such as this one
I prayed to the lord
And I found my prayer has been done
Regardless of what anybody say
I Miss You by ~AnzonyD
SomethingMy heart is beating.
Moving.
Like humming birds.
Proving.
The emotion in me are filling.
With your along.
what is this feeling.
So much meaning.
so much attraction.
heart and mind.
become a main attraction.
allowing relaxing.
satisfying.
passion guiding.
so much inside of me.Something by ~AnzonyD
Uncompromising LoveWelcome to existence.
Welcome to your conscience.
You may find some substance
in abject resistance.
Welcome to the planet.
Welcome to your summit.
You may find some merit
to throw down the gauntlet.
I know how you feel-
this emotive rawness;
I think we've all been there
in our self-awareness.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
Welcome to the world.
Welcome to the old lies.
Love is a commercial
wrapped up in a disguise.
Love is a chemical
you need to reproduce.
Love is a medical
condition I must beat.
Consumerist values
over my own heartbeat-
a dollar for a touch
and a dime for some heat.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
And ever since,
words have failed
to recapture
the detailed.
Because the pure and true
of what I never knew
seemed extremely askew
to my old worldview-
Uncompromising love
forgives every heartbreak;
uncompromising love
is never give and take.
No reason,
no rhyme,
no treason,
no crime.
You know some words I hate?
Ex-wife,
ex-husband,
ex-girlUncompromising Love by *goldshroom
Poetry and Lyrics
Chapters
The Transparent Mask - Chapter OneThe alarm clock on my desk rings. I open my eyes. The timid and blueish light of early morning is filling my room. I try to wake up. I start to float in the deep ocean of sleepiness. The hue of the water around me gets lighter. It turns from abyssal navy to pale sky-blue. It gets transparent. I feel clear.
I draw myself to the only window in my room. You can say that it's the only window in my house, because my room is my house. It's spring, but it's cold in the morning. A cold wind comes through the dirty mesh blinds covering the window. It embraces my naked upper body. I hear a distant honking of car from afar.
I take a shower, get dressed, put on the cleanest shoes, and head out. I skip breakfast.
The street is empty. It's as wide as a small car can barely pass through. But there is no car. There are no people either. I feel like I live in a ghost town. But this neighborhood has always been like this. I like it.
As I walk past the nearest tram stop, I see many people on the platformThe Transparent Mask - Chapter One by ~Retoriker
Mirror of the Soul Chapter 4Chapter 4
 
The air cooled as day began to move into night, the light blue sky dimmed to a deeper mix of blue, orange, purple, and eventually the darkness of night as the first stars peaked out. The moon had begun to rise, and in the field where they were a gust of wind blew up suddenly. Michelle shivered at its sudden drop in temperature as she watched the sudden swirls of light that filled the air around her, and when the brilliant sparkles of light fell away before her stood seven very handsome princes. Her mouth dropped open, they really weren't just animals!
 
She continued to gap at them, not entirely certain of what to say, "I...you...your human?" she asked feeling the reeling spin of her mind as she tried to grasp it. They were humans, this was real, it was not just some strange dream, no dream was ever this vivid or easilyMirror of the Soul Chapter 4 by =PhoenixdreamangelMSB
World Without Justice Chapter 1 by ~TeamUnitedNerds
World Without Justice Chapter 2    Justice had never once understood the obsession with money until the moment that he needed it. The local shopkeeper had refused to accept any sort of manual labor in exchange for his wares, which was fair enough in Justice’s mind. But still, one could not revive the old world order by merely swinging their fists, no, it would require something else, something that Justice couldn’t obtain without a few dollars.
 
    The Detective was one of those people who took his occupation far too seriously. He was not satisfied with merely investigating crimes, no; he had to look the part. He dressed like a noir detective, with a cigar clenched tightly between his teeth. This alone would not be bizarre, had he not chosen to paint himself black and white. If one were to find themselves in a conversation with him, they would be surprised by the amount of sanity and coherency he expressed in his speech, counter to his outward insanity.
World Without Justice Chapter 2 by ~TeamUnitedNerds
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Short Stories
SilenceInnocent walk in the jungle. Ambush.Silence by ~kiwibkute
UndressedI never said no, but I never said yes. His lips drew my heartbeats into palpitations. A sharp tongue brushed over my chest like a paintbrush. His brushstrokes left my skin coated in a cold red as though his tongue had drawn blood. I had mistaken manipulation for lust and I had mistaken lust for love. Where does the  mind go when the heart is breaking? Emptiness used to walk the halls beneath my ribs, but this is a whole new kind of void. I don't want to lose myself under the weight of his hands any longer. For when I breathe, I want every inhalation to be my own. I want to bathe beneath silent waters and find a sense of calm as the ocean waves come to sweep me away. Oh how I wish to rest upon the shores of my sanity once again, to feel the sunlight drip down onto my spine, melting away the memories, leaving me with star shaped scars.Undressed by ~blackdahlia911
The Search    The simultaneous crack and boom signaled the start of the storm and the start of her search. Little Jennifer was watching T.V. in the basement when the thunderstorm suddenly started. The loud, startling noise propelled her out of her chair, and she instantly flicked off the T.V. and ran upstairs. She hated thunderstorms, and being in the basement only seemed to make them worse.
    Jennifer always used to run to the basement when a thunderstorm started. It seemed like the perfect place to hide. There was an extra layer of protection over her head, and small windows to keep out the flashes of light. However, what she expected was not the reality.
     As time passed, Jennifer came to realize that when the thunder rolled by, the extra layer over her head was just that much more stuff that rattled away; and with the smaller windows the room only became darker, and made the lightning that much more brilliant. After a coupThe Search by ~kiwibkute
No DriveNeed a spark, want to write.No Drive by ~kiwibkute
Short Stories
Fan-Fics
Lara and Sam: Something FunThere was always something about reading that Lara found fascinating. The fact that one's mind could, almost magically, block out everything around it, and focus entirely on the printed word. It was one mystery even she didn't want solved, mainly because it had helped her extensively over the years. Especially on days like today, when finding the strength of mind to concentrate proved to be a challenge.

Although, that was a problem less caused by her own mental capacity, and more by the girl laying on the bed beside her. Despite being politely asked (more than once) to keep her distance, Sam insisted on staying by her side throughout the nigLara and Sam: Something Fun by *colbert-238
What I Learned at SRU -95- (Part 1)
What I Learned at SRUChapter 95 - When Extremes Meet{Part 1}
- Thursday, May 26th, 2011 -
Korra lazily plunked the gallon of milk into the door shelf of the fridge, then breathed out a sigh of relief, closing the refrigerator shut. She bunched up the bundle of plastic grocery bags she'd just unloaded and stuffed them into the small recycling bin in the corner of the cramped kitchen. Korra cracked open the top of a cardboard carton, then poured herself a glass of orange juice, fresh from the store.
-Clack-clack-clack-clack!-
The sound of Naga's still untrimmed nails tapped against the kitchen's floor tiles as the pup meandered in. Korra turnedWhat I Learned at SRU -95- (Part 1) by =Destiny-Smasher
Life's What You Make It: Chapter 24
:bulletyellow: :bulletorange:  Skulduggery Pleasant: Life's What You Make It :bulletorange: :bulletyellow:

Chapter Twenty-Four: A Change of Strategy

Skulduggery Pleasant floated in a peaceful place, far away from the cares and worries of his regular everyday life. In fact, the detective had never had such a refreshing, luxurious, or quiet length of relaxation in his life.

There was no scenery or movement, but for some strange reason, this didn't bother Skulduggery. He merely lay in the calming abyss, sighing in content and once in a great while, stretching his limbs and moving to a new position.

The detective didn't know how much time hadLife's What You Make It: Chapter 24 by ~Tarnisis
Wolven Oak: Chapter One
:bulletpurple:The Hobbit: Wolven Oak :bulletpurple:

Chapter One: The Dwarf Bard of Bree

It was nearing dusk as the sun began to set on the beautiful spring sky. And even the grouchiest of beings would have had to admit how good the weather had been that entire week. There had not had been an unwelcome cloud in the sky, nor anything but tender winds and green grasses, which had brought untold relief and joy to the farmers and town sellers of the small hamlet of Bree.

And despite the usual drab industry feeling the town created, Bree almost seemed peaceful as the daylight began to fade.

During the day, the streets were filled with numerous Wolven Oak: Chapter One by ~Tarnisis
Fan-Fics
Pre-Linked Multipaged Documents
Full Moon: Chapter 1"Derrik!" I angled my head so that I could see the large cream-and-brown colored wolf. Her yowl had gotten my attention quickly - as it should have. She wasn't that far away from me and I would have always been able to tell where she was at. If she was close, I would know. Her voice was panicked, and I could feel that too.

We had just stopped out sprint so that we could both catch our breath. We stood there panting, each with bundles of fur at our feet. Despite popular belief, werewolves were not the fastest of creatures. Okay, we were pretty fast, but not the fastest. Vampires were. Us werewolves could run fast over short distances, but weFull Moon: Chapter 1 by ~IncubiiLovers
Full Moon: PrologueWynter looked up from his book as his name was called. The person - he was using this term loosely - who had done so was the last one he would have expected. It was a known fact that he wasn't one of Damian's favorites. The two got along, but the werewolf still hadn't forgiven him completely for taking his brothers' innocence.

It was understandable. Even though the elf was sure that his brother had explained everything to him. It was still understandable. The raven was a very overprotective being.

"What is it?" He asked, checking the page number of the book before closing it and placing it on his lap. It was one of the books that Derrik hFull Moon: Prologue by ~IncubiiLovers
Unamed Story phoenixdreamangel
I find it odd on days like today, to remember in the midst of all the chaos the peaceful life I once lead. A young woman trapped by a secret and an over protective family, an innocent to all this evil and war. I knew nothing of bloodshed and the terror of war, with each strike of a weapon blood is spilt and a life is taken. More come, and more follow, death is all around me. The stench of it on the air is festering in my nostrils, and the cries that fill the air as death consumes, render me deaf to all else but their sound.

I am caught in a battle I cannot stop, fighting for a cause! My people must be free! I may have started this war, I mayUnamed Story phoenixdreamangel by =PhoenixdreamangelMSB
Captive Hearts - Chapter Two by ~IncubiiLovers
Pre-Linked Multipaged Documents
General Literature
The Sultan's Pillow - Pillow Fight ExcerptThe Sultan's Pillow Copyright 2013 Bryan Rogers
Illustrations Copyright 2013 Lisa Garr

Available on Amazon!

Every spring the Sultan Kasib and his pillow, named Nahid, would throw the Perennial Patty-Cake Pajama Party. Whereas other sultanates might host a dance or ball, “Hey, look at me! I danced in a circle! Oh look, I just went around again!” The Perennial Patty-Cake Pajama Party was the most smashing of pillow fights!

Kasib would ask everyone over to his palace for the night. All the hotty-toddies and high-to-do’s were invited. From she-pharoahs, belly dancers, baristas, palm readers, and cucumbers to kings, ambassadorThe Sultan's Pillow - Pillow Fight Excerpt by *WaterBalloonWorkshop
Holding Onto Hope
As I see the world seep into darkness I realize that there will always exist a light, a shining beacon of hope to whatever trivial reason there is for it to exist. No matter how dark the world becomes there's always something to hold onto, something that can never be forgotten, and something that can never be abstained from the minds of the people.Holding Onto Hope by ~Mugeenman
Artist Blue - Don't Trifle With Trifluors
"So, I'd assume you're still hungry," says Artist to Catherine.

She replies. "Very, actually."

While staring at the console Artist points almost wildly towards a hallway which begins on the right side of the room. "Head down that way, it's the fourth room on your left." He then calls for his robotic assistant.

"Yes, master?" Replies the little helper.

"Please escort Catherine to the kitchen. Show her how to work the machinery."

He replies again with the same words as a statement. "Yes, master."

K-9 then slowly strolls off and Catherine follows. "Is there any way he can move faster?" she asks.

"Well, yes. But first he'd need to self-desArtist Blue - Don't Trifle With Trifluors by ~Mugeenman
Wonderland
I tell you Wonderland exists. I've seen it with my own mad eyes, cats with smiles, plants as big as your head and bigger than the things inside it. I've seen Alice as she runs with me, oh we never stop running, running, running. Ask me a riddle and I will always answer correct, even if the asker says it is not. For he fails to see that everything can do anything, and my answer is everything. They say madness is a disease and yet I see it giving you freedom of reality. I'm always happy that I see the right way round. Because I'm always off my head.Wonderland by ~Mugeenman
General Literature
Nanowrimo 2012
Drowning Sirens: Chapter One
Chapter One: Voyeurism

"How many kids do you have?"

A voice crowed from across a large maroon fence separating all the neighborhood's front yards. Deanna Finnegan accidentally dropped the large box marked "breakable" and cringed at the sound of shattering dinner plates. She clenched her fists nervously and caught the eyes of her disapproving stepmother in her peripheral vision.

"Just pick it up, Deanna." The immediate Mrs. Finnegan ordered, raising her tone at the end of the sentence to intensify her disdain. Deanna scowled and watched curiously as her father crept towards the large fence until he came face to face, so to speak, with a larDrowning Sirens: Chapter One by `OfOneSoul
Drowning Sirens: Prologue
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...

Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.

She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from theirDrowning Sirens: Prologue by `OfOneSoul
Nanowrimo Prep: part twoWhere is your novel set? Look at the features that surround your characters, how they would interact with their environment and also how they feel towards it.
"Tanya had grown up in the city and hated it. Not because it was a city, she loved cities, made a point of loving them, but she had grown up surrounded by dirty brick buildings built too close together. The tarmac roads were cracked and full of weeds, the scrappy spurts of green curling up out of the cracks only to be stamped black by the footfalls of whooping teenagers in hoodies and caps. They didn't show their faces. With the hoods pulled low they stamped through the city, features Nanowrimo Prep: part two by *parchmentgirl
Nanowrimo Prep: part oneA big problem that writers encounter when undertaking Nanowrimo is the problem of creating believable, and developed characters.
Your characters will be the ones who lead the story, when you get stuck all you have to ask yourself is how they would react, what quirk in their personality would make something happen and give your story a kick-start!
So yes, we're doing character development as the first part of :iconwriters-extrodinaire:'s lead-up to Nanowrimo!
Your Task:
- Choose three characters for your Nanowrimo idea.
- Names, ages, any other mediocre information you think you might be relevant, write it down.
- Now what makes them uniNanowrimo Prep: part one by *parchmentgirl
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Contest!

This time we are hosting a cliché competition. The winner will receive a copy of ‘Can I Change Your Mind?: The Craft and Art of Persuasive Writing’ by Lindsay Camp.

Clichés are split into three main groups. You have:

- Situational clichés
o Beneath the moonlight
o It was a dark and stormy night

- Character clichés
o A Scotsman with bright orange hair and a kilt
o Overprotective father

- Linguistic clichés
o “Dull as ditchwater”
o “I nearly had a heart attack!”

The contest rules run as follows.

- Dig down into the random recesses of literature and pull out some of the most annoying clichés that you can find.

- You need a minimum of ten clichés to enter this competition, include a list of the clichés in their original forms in the Artist’s description box.

- Nearly any form of literature will be accepted, everything but fan-fiction. I want to see original works for this competition.

- Show a clear narrative. Throwing a list of ten clichés together will not get you anywhere, since the reason the clichés need to be listed in original form afterwards, will be so that I can see what you have used. Twist them out of proportion; show me clichés in a way that is completely unique.

- “As thick as a plank of wood!” – “With the mental capacity of a great oak!”

- This is a competition designed to show me your skills as story-tellers. Really throw yourselves into the piece and show me what you have got.

- A maximum of 3,000 words and only one entry per member.

- DEADLINE: 15th February 2013


I think that should about cover the rules. Are there any questions? If so leave a comment and I’ll get back to you and hopefully clear it up. Don’t be afraid to ask, it’s likely someone else is thinking the exact same thing.

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Welcome to all writers, readers and lovers of literature! Why have we not seen your wonderful face around her before? Oh- we have? Well I most sorry for not recognizing you, welcome back!

Have you been taking part in out competitions? Have you tried out our 'Nanowrimo' prep tasks? It doesn't have to be autumn to plan a novel you know?

Even if you just wish to dabble in the shallow end of writing, you can still submit your work to this group. Any genre, any style, you can even include images as long as they are attached to some form of writing.

Get involved and have fun. The important aspect of writing is that everyone improves over time and with practice.

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~brody-lover Jun 2, 2013  Professional General Artist
Just so you know I am hosting a contest over on Tumblr! All you have to do is write a story, fanfic or original under 10,000 words! It must be based off of "The Horror of our Love" by Ludo. More information can be found here: [link]
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~yoursingingsatellite Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hi all. I'm new here. A few hours ago I wrote this story called "Jamie's Dead". It's a murder love story of sorts. Be aware that it's got the mature label on it though, but don't worry, it's not too bad. I would love for you to read and give feedback to. Feel free to comment, critique, or spit on it however much you like!
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Also, I submitted 2 other poems. You can check them out on my page :D
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~TheFS Oct 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, my name is Ed. I've been writing my novel, The Fallen Star. I've recently finished posting the entire book! I would love if a few people could read through it and tell me what they think; I would love to get it published one day =D

Siale was no longer safe for the Watchers; they were forced to flee from the city. Little did Rantil know that his life was going to change forever. He was about to be caught in an age-old battle between the Chalders of Ciameth and the Demons of Dremnor. He was Truaine's only hope.

Join him on his journey across Truaine; through the memories he'd rather forget, over vast mountain ranges and eventually beneath the Phayorian Mountains in ancient tunnels - created when the world was so much more than it has become.

The Fallen Star would change everything.

Visit the Map of Truaine

<<< The Fallen Star <<< --|||-- >>> Chapter 1 >>>
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~CelestialMemories May 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! I am the founder of the group #Writer-Resources and our purpose is to provide writers with outside resources to having their work published and winning money in contests outside of deviantart. All of your members are welcome to watch and/or join us! Thank you!
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~knr817 Nov 9, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL GROUP MEMBERS: I have finally found some inspiration and i am writing 2 more poems that should be up by Saturday!
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