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League of Lit Groups: Vol. 13

Thu Jul 31, 2014, 11:00 PM
Like groups? Want to join a group's admin team? Well this article is for you! Posted once a month this article will revisit one past group spotlight from Love dA Lit and one literature group who is in need of admins to help with their various group activities. :heart:





:groups: This month we will be revisiting The-Novelist-Club and taking a look at WritersInk! :groups:





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In Need


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"WritersInk is a place for storytellers, writers and poets who want to bring literature out of the ashes. Join us, and help strengthen our community.  "

-WritersInk's front page


To Apply:


Send a note with your application.

Open Admin Positions:


:bulletgreen: Literature Scout
:bulletgreen: Gallery Moderator

Literature Scout:
  • scan the galleries, find the best content, and help share it with other members via the Weekly Round-up.
  • You don't need to read EVERYTHING, but you should be keeping an eye on the gallery and be reading (or at least, skim-reading) as many items as you can.
  • You should aim to suggest one-two Weekly Round-up items every week.
  • You cannot vote for submissions to the gallery - your contribution is based on your activity on the Weekly Round-up forum.


Gallery Moderator:
  • Accept or decline submissions to the gallery.
  • You can also suggest any submissions you come across that you like to be featured in the Weekly Round-up.


Please be advised that I am not an administrator of this group, if you wish to apply please send a note with your application to WritersInk only.


Useful Links:
:bulletgreen: Gallery
:bulletgreen: About Us Page
:bulletgreen: Submission Rules
:bulletgreen: Chat Room
:bulletgreen: Writing Resources




Past Spotlight


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"We are a collective group of novelist writers on DeviantArt. "

-The-Novelist-Club's front page


Useful Links:
:bulletgreen: Gallery
:bulletgreen: About Us Page
:bulletgreen: Group Submission Rules



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Welcome to The-Novelist-ClubWelcome!
As a long time novel writer, this organization on DeviantArt is a project that is very near to my heart, something that I hope that everyone can find joy in - while sharing their writings, critiques, and ideas with other members.
Our goals here are simple: share, critique, grow.
Annoucements
We are now an official DeviantArt group, and do no fret, we are still accepting submissions, along with new members and watchers, and as always, we look forward to hearing from you.
To send in your pieces to us via the "contribute deviation" button under your user ID box up at the top left corner of this profile listing. FYI: ONLY official club "members" can contribute, so if you wish to do so, click on "join our group" and go from there!
And please try and limit your submissions - we will only be accepting one story segment at a time from each author for our featured box so that everyone who sends their work in will have an opportunity to have a recent deviation posted on ou
Broken  All around me the tongues of fire cracked their despairing tune, filling the night air with the dejected orchestra as the flames arrogantly ate away at the metal bones of vehicles and splintered artillery shells. Vultures migrated far and wide to indulge their thirsty desires on the abundant feast that lay strewn before them. The flowing blood of my fallen brothers and sisters quenched their thirst, their flesh nestled pleasingly in their bellies. 
I longed to thumb my weapon's safety and shower the avian scavengers with heated metal. So much of what I once knew was now nothing more then a desolation of evil brought about by what was once good. The inherent faculty of man always danced the art of destruction upon man. The reasoning of many pinned the origins to frivolous beliefs which ignited war in itself. The depredations of time and man's influence stood as a shining testament to the verification of the daunting truth.
A broken race living in a broken world.
I, along with
DarlingThe elevator doors opened and it took all of Linny Lark’s willpower to not rush in and repeatedly press the close door button. Instead she forced herself to enter, press the button for the bottom floor, and wait for the doors to close on their own. When the elevator stopped again just one floor down she struggled to contain her annoyance until Sam entered the elevator.
Sam didn't bother to hit the button again. Instead he took her hand in his and squeezed lightly.
“Twenty years, Linny,” he breathed.
“I wouldn't change a moment of them,” she replied.
Linny pressed her shoulder against his and they lapsed into silence. She watched the buttons in the elevator light up one by one as they plunged down to the deepest subbasement of the laboratory. As they approached their destination, Linny dropped Sam’s hand and took an eager step towards the doors.
When the doors opened she didn't bother to restrain herself again and instead hurried down the hall. Compar
The Destroyer : 11.
Summer was a burning blade rippling through the streets of Manhattan. It made ovens out of the tenements in Harlem and mocked the struggling window units that dotted their brick facades. Perspiration coated the nameless faces that passed beneath the open mesh of Mallorie Ortiz’s fire escape. She sat, leaning forward against its bars, her hair hanging loose in a tumbling cascade, her tan, sandaled feet dangling high above the broiling pavement. Traffic was grid-locked and noisy at that hour; the poisonous smell of diesel exhaust just typical city incense.
“Eat something.” Her mother hurried past the living room window, fixing a final bobby pin to a neatly restrained bun of black hair, her feet twisting into a pair of sensible shoes. Stopping at the mirror, she applied dark lipstick and tossed the tube in the pocket of her apron. “Mallorie!” she shouted, glancing out the window while she clipped on a small teardrop earring. “You’ll be late.
Mink: ConstantinopleI have tasted death, and it tastes of brine.
The ship bucked and another wave leapt up the side, lapping at the wooden railing. The smell of salt filled the air and sat on my tongue. I wished I had found a way to travel that didn’t taste like blood.
Sabeen appeared beside me, latching onto the rail and hanging her head over the side. Her scarf had blown back, tendrils of her dark hair escaped the knot on her head and waved to the receding shoreline.
‘I forgot you grew up on boats,’ she said with a faint laugh, still clutching the rail with white knuckled hands.
‘One boat,’ I corrected. Felicity had been my father’s pride and joy, the merchant vessel on which he had sailed the Mediterranean. Keeping a woman on a ship was considered bad luck, but on Felicity I was a mascot, a token of good fortune. It had been my home and my namesake, its crew my family, until Yusuf had offered my father a small fortune for my hand.
I did not look at Sabe
Guardian - Chapter 1Ice rippled under my skin. It was coming. I couldn't control it yet, it just kinda happened on its own. I got up abruptly from my chair, the sudden movement sending it crashing into the desk behind me. I could feel all eyes on me as I gathered my books and picked up my bag from the ground and made my way briskly to the door of the classroom. Everything sounded distance as if it were miles from me. At the door ice flooded through me again, but this time everything became overwhelmingly clear, each breath from a person behind me sounded like a gasp. My ears picked up another person breathing and another until I could hear the whole room breathing in unsynchronized tidal waves of gasps. Louder and louder they became before a voice sounded on my left. The breathing stopped and my ears rang. Then the voice spoke again.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Duke?"
I froze at the door. It was like realizing I actually understood something that was happening, what was happening to me.
"Mr. Duke?"
"I-
The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.
Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'
His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill that lead to the local, haunted legend. Krystal swung her faux tail playfully and adjusted the large black ears that wouldn't stay in her curly hair despite the obscene amounts of hairspray she had employed. Amanda clicked her heels across the ground. She sprinted in front of Roger and slowed to a smooth strut seemingly fo
The Wailing: TeaserPart I: The Sirens
The sound of the sirens is what has stayed with me. I remember the explosions, the engines of the Messerschmitts, the screams of men trapped beneath the rubble. Of course I do. But it is the wail of the sirens that yet haunts my dreams, settles that same cold sickness in my gut, that same cold slickness on my palms. It is the banshee shriek of coming death.
The night was cold and clear when that sound prickled along my arms like so many icy fingers reaching out from behind the drapes.
Rowan stilled her hands at the typewriter and ripped the sheet from the machine, lest some unscrupulous eye should take advantage of her temporary absence. She snatched up a grey cardigan, a torch, and the requisite gas mask, and had nearly gotten to the door before she turned back to look at me. Her dark eyes were as empty as ever.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked as she stuck one arm into a cardigan sleeve.
‘I’ll follow later,’ I said. ‘







Contacting Me


:note: Please feel free to send me a note if your literature group has an open admin position, or if you know of a group who needs help. Groups may be featured more than once in the "Group in Need" section!

:note: Keep in mind that since this is only a monthly article I can't plan too far in advance, but I will be happy to add your group's call for help to my Love dA Lit article in the meantime.

:note: Being featured in Love dA Lit previously does not bar you from being featured as the 'Group in Need'.

:note: If you have any questions regarding this article or suggestions, never hesitate to comment below or send me a note! :heart:

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PE: Lit Basics Round-Up

Sun Jul 27, 2014, 8:05 PM by IrrevocableFate:iconirrevocablefate:
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Lit Basics Week
projecteducate's Lit Basics has wound down, so lets take a stroll through the articles that came out this week! :eager: Hopefully, you learned something new or we refreshed your memory on something you all ready knew. We hope that you learned something from the plethora of useful information! ♥

Article Round-Up






Please take a moment to thank all the fantastically awesome deviants that made this week happen:


neurotype, GrimFace242, ShadowedAcolyte, IrrevocableFate, Goldfish-In-Space, SingingFlames, HtBlack, PinkyMcCoversong, Beccalicious, WorldWar-Tori, rlkirkland, and LaBruyere




  • What did you think of this week?
  • What would you like to see from our next projecteducate week?
  • Feedback is always welcome!
  • :note: Please Note CRLiterature for any comments, questions or concerns.




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GrimFace242 Featured By Owner 12 hours ago   Writer
You know, I used to see all those groups that you admin at and think HOLY CRAP she's a busy bird.  I have two more than you now.  :grump:

BUT, in my defense, a couple are on hiatus.
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aieren Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi, thank you so much for collecting my poem 1:10, it really means a lot to me!
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Peonies18 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the llama! I really appreciate it! :) 
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sevenofeleven Featured By Owner 2 days ago
Thanks for the llama.
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LombreHasubrero Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the llama! :-D
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