Literarily Speaking Editionsamour-raven
| Feature An Artist
| Meet A WriterWhat, yet another journal?! We're doing our best to pick up our activity and bring you more exciting things!
We're bringing a new project to you, which aims to bring our members together, and create new friendships! What is it?
Essentially, it's a feature project. All you have to do is fill out the form (which can be found below), and post it in the comments. Fill out as much as you want.
encourage you to read the responses and respond to them, especially if you see someone with similar answers.
Our goal is to feature someone new every two weeks, displaying them on the front page.
Meet A Writer Forum
if you like to be called something other than your usernameWork you're most proud of:
*insert link here*dA goal(s):
what are you deviantART dreams?An artist/writer you enjoy on dA:
one or more!What do you like to do on dA?
which are you? a forum troll, writer extraordinaire, or blog guru?Favorite Beverage: Favorite book: Currently or last book you read:
Favorite late night snack:
What movie should have a sequel?
What do you do with your free time?
What's your least favorite chore?
What languages do you speak & how fluently?
Right now I should be ________.
Anything else you want to include about yourself!
To kick off this new project, we'll be tell you about us!
First up, our leader, !
goes by Sam, Sammy, or Sammers.
Her work that she is most proud of is:
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
which also received a DD!
When asked what her dA goal
is she said "it seems so superficial, and I don't believe I've told anyone this before. I want to be a Senior Member. Most importantly (and less superficial), my goal is to ultimately refine my writing skills and publish my work."
A writer she enjoys on dA is jade-pandora
Her favorite drink
is chai latte with soy milk
and her favorite food
is a french baguette. Her favorite book
is "World Without End" by Ken Follet.
What she does with her free time with "What free time? lol When I do, I'll get on deviantART, write poetry and short stories, and try to read."
Her least favorite chore
is laundry, hands down.
Next up is our newest admin, "Happy to be here, hope to share the love of writing with you all."
also goes by Sammy or Kiwi. She was featured in our latest Literarily Speaking
The literature she is most proud
Exploring ThoughtsLament about the past- digress,
Emotions flitting into sight,
Fury, pain and bitterness,
Such feelings plaguing me this night,
And all I want is to be free,
From all these hateful memories,
I want these moments to repair,
My heart from all the guilt I bear,
So forgiveness takes it place,
To mend each rip and frightful tear,
There's nothing in life I'd replace.
I breathe and I believe - express!
Through every word I hereby write,
Releasing bitterness suppressed,
Though nothing happens overnight,
The darkness taints all that I see,
Twist music to cacophony,
And leaving all to seem unfair,
When I'm the one who chose despair,
As I have run from love's embrace,
Towards a victimized nightmare,
There's nothing in life I'd replace.
We learn to live, I must profess,
From every struggle, crucial fight,
As I am craving happiness,
I hold this anger very tight,
And in the process, steal from me,
The right to live life blissfully,
How will I fare? How will I fare?
If all within me is laid bare,
Mysterious Living DeathIn caverns by the water-side, (Lewis Carroll)
The weeping parents wept in vain, (William Blake)
And of this crying would they never stenten (Geoffery Chaucer)
The red sunlight lazily lay. (Edgar Allan Poe)
The gale in the teeth of the tide. (Rudyard Kipling)
With love that has not speech for need! (Victor Hugo)
There is no doubt in it, no fear, (Robert Browning)
With these kisses let me remove your tears, (Walt Whitman)
The travail of the hungry years, (Oscar Wilde)
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries. (John Keats)
The elements of feeling and of thought, (William Wordsworth)
Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, (Lord Alfred Tennyson)
Against the wreckful siege of battering days, (William Shakespeare)
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm, (Robert Frost)
For you that not remember it. (Alfred De Musset)
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain, (John Milton)
You left me, sweet, two legacies, (Emily Dickinson)
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife, (Elizabeth Barrett Bro
Her dA goal
is to "help build a stronger lit community and to develop my writing to be able to publish."
and two users she enjoys
here on dA are HugQueen
The things she likes to do on dA
include; helping writers out, create writing challenges, and chat.
Her favorite beverages
are hot chocolate or fruit juices.
Her two favorite books
are Across The Nightingale Floor by Lian Hearn and the Tomorrow Series by John Marsden while the last book she read was A Lee Child book. Favorite late night snack
would be Chicken Kievs.
With her free time
she writes, games, and teaches spiritual and anatomy classes.
Her least favorite chore
She speaks English fluently, Japanese (intermediate-advanced), and is almost fluent in French .
She's been amazing and has done her best to keep up with accepting (or occasionally declining) submissions when the rest of us couldn't. jackofalltrades0097
goes by Andrea or Jack since it's her screen name.
The works she's most proud of are
Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgottenThe street itself was rather insignificant, as far as streets go. Empty store fronts stared out through dusty, boarded up windows at the trafficless road, as if they were waiting with tired expressions for something to happen. The signs in their doors declared "Going out of Business! Everything must go!", as if there were still people who walked by that even remembered what had been in business in the first place. They loomed over the street of little importance, silently judging, as if it was the road's fault that no one had stepped foot on it in more years than anyone could count.
The street wasn't completely empty. There was the exception of a row of lamp posts that always buzzed with electricity, putting out a constant stream of light. They stood, straight backed, like forgotten, rusting soldiers, all lined up with their peeling paint, and flickering bulbs that never went out. Even they were fairly insignificant, even though they liked to
How to get comments - For WritersRecently, a member of the group I help admin, Authors-Club, brought to our attention that since joining, dA goals
they really haven't been getting any feedback on their work, and were wondering how to get remedy this.
After giving it some thought, here's a quick "How to get comments" tutorial, pertaining to you authors out there.
Get comments on your writing!!
Many visual artists will tell you that finding that niche of followers who consistently comment on your work is hard. You either have to be in a fandom, and post up lots of fan art, have a kick ass style, or promote yourself till your fingers bleed. Writers, on the other hand, don't have that visual one up. Someone can't just look at the words on your page and go, THIS is the author I've been looking for! They have to take time out of their day to really read your work, and if you've got more than one ch
are to just have a good time, and connect with other artists <3An artist she enjoys on dA
She likes to mostly hang around and poke through other people's galleries!
Her Favorite Beverage
is Tea or coffee, depending on her mood, her favorite late night snack
is popcorn or wheat thins with goat cheese and her favorite book: "Oh man, I freaking love Good Omens"
She last read
River Marked by Patricia Briggs.What movie should have a sequel?
Dredd...because I love cheesy violent movies.
With her free time
she draws, works, or chats with her bestie, firefrost
!Her least favorite chore
is giving the dogs a bath XP. What languages do you speak & how fluently?
Sign Language, if that counts, and I guess I "speak" that well enough to get by, and I know enough Spanish to talk to someone if they need help, but I'm not super fluent in anything other than English XD.
"Love this idea. May many new friendships be born between members " Storyteller21
goes by Alina, Al, Allie - or just Storyteller.
She is most proud of
Once Upon an Autumn NightThe End
A single moment can change your life.
I know that. I’ve lived through that. I’ve experienced so many life changing moments in my nineteen years. I have had wonderful and hauntingly beautiful experiences, as well as painful and heart wrenchingly sad moments. And each moment of my life, each choice that I have made has all led me here, where I am now.
The moment I got accepted into the University of my choice, when I opened that envelope and read the first line, that moment changed my life. It was the moment my future lay ahead of me and for once the path was clear and unobstructed, I could see where I was going.
The moment my best friend told me he was falling in love with me was a moment that changed my life. It was the moment I found my soul mate.
Right now, the only significant moments of my life I can remember all happened in autumn. I suppose that it’s because right now it is autumn and it’s just easier to remember everythi
and Just Listen
(which is her first complete novel!
Be more helpful to fellow writers because the literature community is so small here (compared to everyone else) and we should support each other An artist/writer you enjoy on dA:
"Group admins, duh, they're all awesome and I've had a chance to get to know them behind-the-scenes. And also mariamukaji Essieo-Novels graphite-master
for their support and feedback in my writing."Favorite Beverage
is Tea! (I'm so English
She is currently reading
'Russian Roulette' by Anthony Horowitz
When she has free time
she reads and attempts to "write something halfway decent."
Hangs out with the family, will start doing archery soon and prepare for teaching her class.
Her least favorite chore
is ironing and folding laundry.
And interesting fact about her is: "Professionally I'm an Archaeologist"
Lastly, there's me!
I go by Az, Zan, Azzaneth
(basically whatever combination you can come up with for my username) or my real name, Jocelyn (though I find it dull).
I am most proud of:
Don't Mourn For MeShe was in my bed, where she had been for the past few days. Despite pleas from everyone, she refused to go anywhere else.
I watched her sob her heart away and I almost wished I hadn’t done it. Seeing her there with so much anguish carved into her lovely face, it almost made me regret my choice, almost.
In the end, it had been worth it. The pain and the sorrow were all gone.
“Stop mourning for me,” I begged as I sat beside her, bed remaining the same under my transcendental body. She had to let go and move on.
She sobbed violently and pressed my pillow into her face, no doubt trying to breath in what little of my scent remained.
“It hurts too much,” she said through choked breaths. “Sometimes it feels like you’re still here,” she quietly added as her sobs began to subside. It seemed like that thought brought her comfort.
“I know sweetie but you have to move on,” I told her in a gentle voice. “It’s not your f
I Once Dreamed...I once dreamed that I had you here beside me, in my arms. I could feel your warmth against my skin and I could smell your wonderful scent. It reminded me of spring time, right after the rain.
But better than your warmth and better than your scent, was the amount of happiness it brought me to have you here, embracing you. You and you alone, had the ability to chase the loneliness away. It was a wonderful feeling and a feeling that disappears within an instant as I realize that you’re not real. You’re only a figment of my imagination. There is only coldness beside me and only my own scent that envelops me.
Yet, despite knowing this, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of you. I don’t know who you are but in my dreams, you exist. Perhaps you are real, perhaps you are not but sometimes, I like to pretend that my unknown lover is real. I love to tell myself that you and I are meant to be, that we have known each other in previous lives and that our love was so strong, t
(I got a DD
My dA goal
is to be more active on this site so I can do more for the lit community. Favorite Beverage:
I last read
the entire Fever series (in a week
When I have free time
I enjoy writing, photography, wandering, and spending time with family and friends. Languages I speak
are English, Spanish but it's deteriorating from lack of practice, and French but I'm also slowly forgetting it. Least favorite chore
is dishes. Absolutely hate them. Other:
I finished this entire journal and then accidentally deleted it by hitting the back button.
I then had to redo it completely.
We are looking forward to your responses!