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Daily Lit Deviations for November 28th, 2012
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Poetry
Suggested by The Favorites Project of LITplease
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
Elysian AutumnThese are
ginkgo days;
and we,
autumnling,
Arcadian
asphodel,
blooming
away from
the sandals
of shepherds,
who trample;
myrtling victors
and wreathing
the walls of
sea-lucked caves,
Arachne-webbed
and dew-bedecked,
where
jewel-rosetted
nymphs make
play;
and is it because
you are not
quite as
gentle
as me
that I
fear and despair?
chastity chaos
but never was
one so
considerately
fair;
it's simple
to love when
you're watching
the world with
such grace
from a place
in the
grass by
a lake far
away.
Elysian Autumn by melodythelittlepony
Lilting rhythm and dream-like
imagery wrap around the reader
like whispered through the wind.
Featured by: spoems
Palaeothic Art The mind in the cave
At Altamira
Paints rock face red with ochred
Bison, horse, lion,
Megafauna come to life.
Yet in one corner
The tiny stencilled hand print
Says 'Kilroy was here'.
Palaeothic Art by aldwarke
Anthemic of the human
condition, spirit.
Featured by: LionesseRampant
of broken hearts and magic.tonight, the stars look less like stars and more like the giant balls of gas people have been telling me they are.
tonight, i cannot find the constellations that i used to call my friends.
tonight, the ocean is a little less mysterious and a little more salty.
tonight i am wishing i knew nothing of magic because this would hurt a little less. i could chalk it up to chemicals and scoff at the idea of a broken heart.
i could leave it at let's be friends [or casual acquaintances] and never worry about what will happen if i run into you at the park.
but i know everything of magic and i felt it in my soul when i was with you and that i cannot forget.
"of broken hearts and magic." by modestlyvainglorious
The piece pulls you in
from the very first word,
captivating the readers mind
with it's wonderful imagery.
Prose
Suggested by angeljunkie
Featured by shebledgreenink
Life Mate Nora had been surprised when she found out that the inhabitants of this planet didn't have some sort of marriage ceremony. Åsh had told her that once lovers accepted and claimed each other as a life mate, it was considered to be stronger than human marriage ceremonies. As they couldn't decide what to do, Nora and Åsh decided to compromise and combine the two traditions. Nora got her big family gathering and Åsh got his vows.
"Nora Wing, citizen of New London, section 6, of planet Earth, I claim you as my life mate."
Now it was her turn. Nora took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn't make a mistake. If she did mispronounce his name, it would be considered an insult. "Åshlichtein Bjorkona Ýepsilon Psykeria, Lord of area KX-2081 of planet Nexon Zeblir, I claim you as my life mate." She heard Gabe, an old friend and trusted member of her crew, whistle. He had been teasing Nora about claiming he
Life Mate by WishingUnderThatStar
Cute, clever, and an excellent
response to the given prompt.
Featured by xlntwtch
stuck like glueit started with lightbulbs, and it ended with jail.
and when she looked back on it it seemed suitable, like the lightbulb he dropped on her desk was the universe's way of saying that this [whatever this was] was a great idea.
but it wasn't just lightbulbs. every day there was something new, a perfectly random little something dropped on her desk without a word of acknowledgment, like a cat bringing home dead things as gifts [but much cuter, of course] and every day she would tap her fingers with anticipation, just waiting for him to arrive with something new.
and they were always silent in class, barely speaking more than a few words to each other [maybe because he always slept right through the lesson]. but late at night they would spend hour upon hour talking to each other, and she would struggle to keep her eyes open so that she wouldn't have to say goodnight, because she knew, after not very long at all, that he was special.
and for months they were like that - best friends, talkin
stuck like glue by aprilwednesday
A surprising and fine vignette,
this shows what a good writer
can do with short prose.
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Prepared by: LadyofGaerdon
Okay, here goes...
Many comments have been made, many people have hauled off and jumped and are now wondering what is really going on, many tears have been cried (at least by me cuz y'all--y'all are mean. Enough said about that, it doesn't matter. I wish everyone all of the best and more.
I would like to take a few minutes to say two things:
1) Many have come through DLD and been better in this literature community for it. Dedication and hard work helped forward their already progressing talent. Not me, not Will, not Lili or any other running administrator--just dedication and hard work. We have present and former hats, badges and most of all the owners of co
Will's Final Words
Final Words
It is with a hesitant mind and a bloated heart that I write this. DailyLitDeviations (https://www.deviantart.com/dailylitdeviations) was something that was formed out of frustration and anger. I suppose I am not surprised to see it go out that way. A young man named Brandon and I were complaining in a private chat room about how little literature was featured on dA and that we were tired of it. We both wrote several emails to the staff only to be ignored like so many quality artists out there. Eventually we knew that we had to do something or explode from frustration. And so DLD was born. I stayed up for 5 or 7 days straight. My wife hated me and my phone bill went throug
New Information...
It seems that all of you in need of seeing this tradition go on can be satisfied. I would direct you to the account of TheseKrimzonFlames (https://www.deviantart.com/thesekrimzonflames) where you will find links to a new account where his version of DLD will go on in a new and different form.
I am awaiting a journal entry from VertigoArt (https://www.deviantart.com/vertigoart) to post here with his thoughts on our closing of this particular project. It will be posted soonest.
Few know of my own love and time put into this project because few worked night and day alongside me to take care of everything possible from general administration duties to contests, to answering 100s of messages a day and soliciting everywhere p
Everyone, please hold on...
Please be advised that we are in the process of deciding what and how to do with this account by way of moving on--by "we" I mean myself, VertigoArt (https://www.deviantart.com/vertigoart), and various seniors/members that are interested in sticking with something DLD or DLD-like. Everyone's responses are being taken into consideration--even the personal attacks made on me are valued opinions. This account owns a number of points and I am considering doling them out to a group of people who would like to start-up a new group in the same vein. A group of people who are concerned with the work of the literature community and not the kudos that go with serving the community. I ha
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