|DDs that I have had the pleasure of featuring as a Community Volunteer.|
Twenty Ten FourWe never notice.Twenty Ten Four by Beccalicious
Our alarm doesn't ring, it sings
Pharell beating our mornings
'til we remove from our snooze. We
forgot the tink-tinker or
and emerge the same.
The same commute to work:
Heads sunk, tired eyes drunk by
thumb movements. Our ears dumb
locked into a Will-I-Am trance. Not
a glance of the changing scenes;
the only birds we see are angry.
The same office echoes with
of emails blaming others and smack-talking.
instead of actual talking. We fall for
the hype of Skype and only Siri’s
voice drones narrow answers
we accept as truth.
The same playground, huddled corners;
Children pick a blackberry instead of
picking blackberries, for their late-night
Facebook fights. Words will always hurt see:
no kids to hit with sticks and stones. Unless
there’s an app for it.
What do we do when stop?
Orwell you're too late
took thirty years to demonstrate your
doublethink and we all cling to
The Beard of intrigueHis beard was fascinating.The Beard of intrigue by Beccalicious
It was a loom, woven with intricate detail and so long it would put any wizard to shame. Each pattern in the coarse mound of hair seemed to share a secret. Perhaps they were memories- I’d heard others collect memories in such ways- etchings on their bodies, collecting objects and even journal writing. Maybe this man was his own journal.
The rest of him seemed positively ordinary. He rested in his chair in a blue business suit- albeit a little outdated for fashion, but suited the character I had begun to form in my head for him. His sorrowful eyes narrowed on a frustrated brow of greying features, illuminating a sense of tiredness. Perhaps the beard in all its might was weighting down. His skin was as rough as sandpaper, blotches and scars etching his hands and face with no revelation to the puzzle of his beard.
I wanted to move closer, debating whether it was rude to ask. The very notion excited me as I built up theories as to why his beard had the
Shopping and Wizards.A thousand bagsShopping and Wizards. by Beccalicious
shuffle down the high street between
clasped hands, scrunched with new purchase.
They’re buggy-dodging the determined mothers,
the rushed businessmen-- a pinball
machine shopping centre.
A green-robed man, tall with wand and hood
must be a wizard. He’s happily
procuring sushi and sparkling water
whilst his companion;
short with her piercings and jeans treats him
as if he wore the same.
Down the high street,
two track-suited parents
zoom past on their children’s scooters—
half-smoked fags between fingers yell
how fucking amazing this is.
spotted teen raps
his love for Jesus on a muffled
He raps for the Father,
He raps for the Son
and Holy Spirit.
He raps for peace, for hope, for you.
In a corner,
Brown eyes, hefty tears,
a snot-ridden face--
four years old.
A train runs through the mall toot-tooting
as grumpy shoppers move out of the way.
Napo 8- SusanWhy did you lock her out of heavenNapo 8- Susan by Beccalicious
and throw the key
into the lions land?
A beautiful girl enjoying
a new fantasy to live.
She'd stopped believing, but
faith stays in a heart longer
than a head.
"She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now,
and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age"
Napo 7- Teen of the 90'sI wanted to be Posh Spice because myNapo 7- Teen of the 90's by Beccalicious
hair was brown bobbed and she dated David
Beckham; I wanted to marry him. I
had no internet and recorded songs
on the radio to tape, daring to
pause and knock out the DJ’s droll. I sang
to S Club and thought I was the coolest
in my smiley faced top and my yingyang
friendship necklaces. You had to know the
Macarena not just for weddings but
school discos too and then every steps routine
to fit in. Slow dances with boys made me
wish again that they were David Beckham
and not greasy teens with bad curtains for
hair. They pressed themselves against you before
travelling to the next girl in leopard
print skirt. Viva forever was merely
a fantasy ; one I’d dream the whole of
the nineties, hoping my teenage self could
find her inner strength, her true girl power.
Photomanip DD Round-Up: June 2013:iconaeirmid:Photomanip DD Round-Up: June 2013 by Aeirmid
Photomanipulation Daily Deviations, June 2013
Please give one more round of applause to June's Photomanipulation DDs:
Spiritual Archives by Karezoid
The Pond Of Fate by Shue13
Messenger of the Gods by IIIustrathor
Last Breath by kkundzicz
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June's Manga and Anime DD Round-up!Hello my full moon nights!June's Manga and Anime DD Round-up! by rydi1689
It's that time of the month again! I swear June passed me by so quickly that I didn't even notice! I was so busy with university, I barely got any sleep this month . Oh well, I can't wait to get holidays so that I can rest and draw!
Let's take a look at all the DDs we've featured this month
sTiViA stepped down this month but we were still able to enjoy her features for half a month! <33 So let's enjoy her features first! Thank you for everything Noura!
sTiViA's Daily Deviations
flower by White-Anemone
rydi1689's Daily Deviations
hoshi no nai yoru ni by kyuuseisha
fairy tales come to life by SasoriScorpion
NamelessA nameless creature jammed into a nameless space located in an unknowable location was all that stood between Experiment 726 and what he considered to be the Endless Stream of Creation itself. The creature was large and menacing, but seemingly beautiful to behold. Experiment 726 crinkled his eyelids at the creature that stood before him, frustratingly unable to comprehend all but the most simple adjectives about it. And yet… it was as clear as day and cold as night.Nameless by Pseudinymous
Cold. That was something you could call it, 726 mused. It was one of a very limited number of describing words that he could muster about this impossible place, because no matter how much he looked or analysed anything, nothing seemed to make much sense.
“Why come here?” The nameless creature demanded. “And how? No creature such as yourself should even be capable of getting here.”
“I'm just lucky?” 726 tried. “I honestly don’t know.”
Witch OilThere's magma boiling in her frostbitten veins;Witch Oil by PrussianPersephone
incandescent pixie dust and
sluggishly making its way through
a childish heart — wishing for one last chance
to spread her wings and soar to
Complex 57The slick of black, heady oil rolled across the floor, staining the raw surface of the clinic, and the young boy collapsed back into the examination table. He was pale, even for someone who had never seen sunlight, with milky eyes and black spittle hanging from cracked lips.Complex 57 by BrokenTales
"Of those we've seen, the virus has spread most quickly in this patient." Doctor Ripnar was a tall man who tended to sway when he walked, but had hands as deft and precise as any surgeon and he used them now to steady and restrain the boy. "His blood is turning into the same substance you see at your feet." he continued, "We might have been able to keep him alive long enough to find a cure, but we don't have the resources for everyone."
Adjudicator Lawrence nervously straightened his tie; his pink and sweaty face bulbous with stress. "Everyone?" he asked, "How many have been infected?"
"It's in the air supply, Adjudicator. We're all infected."
The Adjudicator lurched, virulent juices churning in his stomach. He hat
water-colour emotionsyou can't buy happiness, but you can buy tea, and thats kind of the same thing. i've been told that i have a knot inside my chest,water-colour emotions by ohsparrowsong
like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me three winters ago that she could read the leaves and tell me how my skin was going to grow
and how my head was going to think six summers from now. she told me that my precious head was ever tired
over nothing and my chests storm will ease after one final hurricane, that despite its best efforts will
not destroy me, simply leave my skin a little tougher and my m
Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1 by sarehptar
How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?
And that I still don’t hate you, even now?
There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung—
to sink, so like an opened blouse colored by brine, my hope
finds refuge at the highest point, and lays itself unlocked
on barren sand to fade, suffuse with light, the way all things
in the desert turn finally, achingly white.
|DDs that I have had the pleasure of featuring as a Community Volunteer.|
eclipse.my eyes well-up constellations for you,
they shine bright. though my tears aren't precious anymore,
far too common for the tormenting night.
whoever told you about those squinting stars?
they strain to see those in this world;
gifted yet challenged by the sun and the moon.
and if all of earth's paradoxes were to stand up like soldiers,
we would be out of place.
try not to cry about such trivial matters
and live life as if we will not die.
and if such aspects are set in stone,
why does our molten flow so smoothly as
we seep out venus' volcano of infidelity and trust?
and they tell us that lust leads to consequences.
our brightness attracts those moths who perish in our heat.
we give a warm welcome to everything that we
untitledThat guy thinks he's heartless;
I watch him as he buys coffee
and gives it to everybody he passes
on the street who looks sad, and
his lips curl into a smile because
he made a joke that gave someone a laugh.
He holds his mother's hand on top
of hospital sheets, pressing the button
to pump morphine into her system
before he signals a nurse. Tears cascade
down his face when he watches
his mother take her last breath.
And his lips curl into a sneer as he walks
past a cloud of lung choking smoke,
thinking of the fume filled air
his mother suffocated herself in.
He thinks he's heartless, but
his heart is bigger than anyone's.
| Or just confused?|
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The Tale Of Cockaigne Re-ToldIn the time of Cockaigne I went there, and heard Rome and the Lateran dancing past with a wild woollen braid, and a maiden without arms who shot a dumb goose, and a deft blunt bullet that swept past a forest. There I saw an antique foal with two copper ears which guided two blind zebras, and an olive-tree that was very minute, on which icy apricots were decaying. There I felt a fat young salamander which carried about a single drip-drop of air in his mouth, and thirty gulps of thirst. Have I told you the truth yet? There I heard a smoke smoking with mouse and elephant, and an elder of a hundred years bribe nine kidney beans from Ratisbon to Treves, and from Treves to Strasburg, and a newt flew under the Rhine, which he had a perfect right to do. There I smelled an octopus begin to make such a disturbance with itself, that it reverberated as close as hell, and dour oil bubbled like fire from a low crevice at the edge of a low volcano, and these were wonderful things. There was a socialNemoX7
A Mother's Son - Prologuebrietta-a-m-f
Murtagh sat with his back to a heavy steel girder while his left leg swung over the side of the bridge. He scowled down at the water as he exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke. Four hours earlier, it had been such a good day.
“Don’t glare at me,” came a soft voice from below his seat. In the rippling surface of the river, a rough approximation of a girl’s face appeared.
“Why not?” Murtagh replied, stubbing out the cigarette and tossing it back onto the asphalt. “You got me into all this mess.”
The soft voice ‘tsked.’ “Hardly. You’re the one who can’t follow the rules.”
Murtagh grimaced and leapt off his perch. His scuffed Chucks hit the concrete walking path, and he walked away with his hands in his hoodie pockets.
“Where you going now?” the river called after him.
Murtagh shrugged. “Wherever I want. As usual.”
A breeze rustled through the trees that lined the old Ozark highway, kn
Impressions and StoryImpressions on reading “The Singing, Springing Lark” by Brothers GrimmElena17Tapean
The Story primarily tackles with:
The Legends of Metamorphosis and Fairy Tales
The Story secondly tackles with:
Love (for a dear spouse)
A Difficult Journey in order to regain one’s loved ones.
The Prince = Lion + Dove (for seven years)
His people = Lions
Bad princess (her father is a sorcerer) = Dragon
The Sun (a he) = gives casket = in which there was a golden shinny dress
The Moon (a she) = gives egg = in which there was a golden hen with her chickens a like
The Night Wind = only the South Wind knew where the dove flew = gives nut tree for Griffin
Father of young daughter
Big daughter = wanted pearls
Middle daughter = wanted diamonds
Young Daughter (Protagonist) = wanted a Singing Lark
The Prince’s and the Young Dau
..? (GTFT Challenge Entry)"You say it turned into a... toad?" The farmer was baffled. He'd never heard of one of his prized chickens transforming into a toad. Surely, they'd all gone senile. It was impossible!JParadoxx
"That's right. And we'll sue if we can't get it off of her face," the man on the other end threatened. His wife didn't exactly look... dazzling with that toad on her face. "It's costing us thousands feeding the damn thing!"
"Uh-huh." He wasn't convinced. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Farmer Sampsell, you could possibly come over here and take it off... You'd see that it's real."
"Wouldn't it just jump on my face?"
"No. It may spare its papa, you know."
"Alright, Mr. Metzinger... I hope you know what you're talking about."
As he would later find out, Mr. Metzinger really didn't know what he was talking about.
And so, naturally, we blame his mother-in-law.
The Jewelry Makers Once upon a time, even now, there was a woman who was the boss of the whole office complex. She mostly had women working for her, since they designed jewelry for mass production. Her name was Queenna. Because she thought they didn't really care about jewelry, she had three males who went to her office every day to show her the newest designs. These three were her closest assistants. The eldest was called "First" by Queenna and the two next assistants were called "Second" and "Third."xlntwtch
One day, Queenna showed these three her favorite jewelry design of all time. She kept in a locked box on her desk, but was so proud of it, she couldn't wait to show someone, and she trusted her assistants. However, that was her first mistake.
As soon as he saw the design, First went to a rival jeweler and showed their boss, Kingla, how he could make it and still call it new and his own design. Kingla had female assistants called "Do," "Don't" and "Maybe." He decide
Deaths Messengers (genderswapped challenge)In ancient times there was a giant woman who walked through a lonesome highway. She was downtrodden and angry. She desired companionship, yet the humans who walked the ground beneath her feet were repulsed by her. Once upon a time, she was but a normal princess, until her life changed dramatically. She just wouldn’t stop growing. By the time she was twenty, she was almost 12 feet tall. Soon the aristocrats considered her a witch and banished her into exile.silversongwriter
She spent the rest of her days wandering the countryside alone. She sew leaves and foliage to make herself a covering, since she was too large to wear her dresses anymore. She longed for the days of ol’, when she had friends, family and the most luxurious of clothing. Her problems seemed to be one that had no solution. Her life changed when suddenly an unknown girl skipped up beside her. She wore a dainty and beautiful pink dress. Every end of it was covered in frills the ones the fancy maids wore. The outfit seems almos
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As the weather gets colder and people become increasingly homicidal over materialistic items and turkeys in certain parts of the world (coughUnitedStatescough), we here at Beat the Block would like to reassure our loyal watchers and members that we will remain sane during the holiday season…well, mostly sane, anyway. Welcome to Beat the Block’s Weekly Round Up!
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November Literature NewsletterIt seems like this year is just passing us by so quickly and it's hard to play catch up with everything that's going on. Hopefully you've all are having an easier time of staying tuned in than I am. October was a pretty active month with lots of contests running and new ones being announced. Keep in mind that you're allowed to publish your journals through CRLiterature or submit to our News Articles Folder. It gets more attention to your project AND helps CRLiterature continue to be the hub for all things literature in the community.GrimFace242
If you hadn't noticed, we've also welcomed SingingFlames to the Lit CV team. So she's handling Fan Fiction as well as Literature. Be sure to check out her DD Suggestion Guidelines. Now, let's see all the awesome things that were going on in October and some that are running through November.
Contests, Prompts & Challenges
All Hallow's Tales Contest 2014 - RESULTS!This contest is generously sponsored by prize donors and:Memnalar
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Alas, another Halloween has come and gone, and I have finally roused my weary carcass from its falling-place to bring you THE WINNERS!
See the Entry Gallery for all entries, and the Photo Morgue for all source photography used as inspiration!
FIRST PLACE - The Karma Train by ThornyEnglishRose
First Place Prizes:
Hardcover copy of Masterpieces of Terror and the Unknown, edited by Marvin Kaye - from Memnalar (candles not included.)$20 Amazon Gift Card (or equivalent amount in dA points) from Memnalar2,000 dA Points -
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FocusOnLit - What is it?Simply put, FocusOnLit is a group that caters to chaptered prose writers. If you're a poet or only write short prose, this isn't the group for you. But for those of you that write novels, you'll want to keep reading because we're probably exactly what you've been looking for.GrimFace242
The concept of FocusOnLit is basically taking a real world crit group and putting it on the internet. We're not beta readers, mentors or professionals (well, maybe some of us are). We're friends that read each others' work and give feedback.
How does it work?
FocusOnLit admin will create teams of varying sizes (3-4 at most) based on genre. Once a team is created, all team members will be sent a note with instructions on how, when and where to submit their deviations for feedback. The first chapter and blurbs will be requested by FocusOnLit admin into our gallery. In order to submit further chapters, team members will need to include links to their feed
Love dA Lit: Issue 183Welcome to the one-hundred eighty-third issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.IrrevocableFate
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I am a 29 year-old mother of one who has been writing since around 9 years old. I have a keen interest in scriptwriting, and write plays for commission for local schools and theatre groups. I have a BA in creative writing and theatre studies and currently studying for a Postgraduate certificate in Business Management. (day job!)|
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As a writer, my main focus is on Scriptwriting and Writing for Performance, most of what I produce doesn’t appear on dA as it is used professionally. I also enjoy writing prose, and poetry and have participated in several “wrimo”s over the past few years.
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