Saturday Spotlight for 12/7/2013
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1. Tell us a little about your writing process?
I usually brainstorm in my journal, which also gets filled with all of my life details as well. I pull anything from my journal that I could use in my writing, so sometimes I work my life into what I write. I do most of my writing on the computer, and I always have to have music on. I can't write at all in silence.
I think dA has a really amazing lit community. The are so many talented writers here, and there's a great mix of new, emerging writers, seasoned writers, and everyone in between. I also love that so many of the members of the lit community here are really active, providing challenges and prompts, running contests, and helping fellow writers. I haven't found a better lit community.
"Some zombie" by *IntelligentZombie
StayWhen I close my eyes
please watch my chest rise and fall
just so I will know
that someone is here for me.
In my dreaming I
find myself to be alone
no one ever seems
to walk in these dreams beside me.
Your hand is now cold
and you are so far away
please don't ever leave
myself to grieve for you
when you are gone away.
"Stay" by *IntelligentZombie
Ktenology The dead weight was slowing him down. He struggled with the body, testing his own limits to drag the sack across the ground. The terrain of the woods tore into the bag, rending gashes in the black plastic skin. It was beginning to leak.
Despite the trail he was leaving, he didn’t rush himself. No one was going to find this body. None of the clues would remain, and he had faith that this incident, like all of the others, would be swallowed up in the shadows.
There were enough shadows in this forest to hide what he done. A stream bubbled and frothed not far from here, and it fed into a larger tributary that eventually found the river. He had quenched his thirst from the banks of the stream many times, and watched it lick the blood from his skin. In return, he had watered the pines with the blood of men like the one in the sack.
The sun was warm and deep where it fell through the trees, slipping th
"Ktenology" by *IntelligentZombie
Snapshots of Visitors Beeping monitors had developed personalities, voices and footsteps out in the hallway were nearly recognizable as belonging to each individual shadow passing, the freshly bleached death smell was familiar enough not to matter and the occasional crying visitor just outside the door or in the lobby or over there somewhere was not someone to be pitied, but rather an irritating auditory intrusion. I'm not crying, so why are you?
The girl on the bed near the window had a small, sharp face, and a very sharp laugh. The sunlight was glaring off the cars in the parking lot and shining up into the room. It wasn't a terrible room, as rooms go, but it was small and white and blank. One of the visitors, that stout man with the road kill mustache, had confessed to preferring his cubicle at work to this dismal, albeit larger, slice of bright and shiny apathetic design.
The blankets were scratchy, but the girl wa
"Snapshots of Visitors" by *IntelligentZombie
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