League of Lit Groups: Vol. 12

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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:


Discuss: Do you write every day?





:groups: This month we will be revisiting TheWritersMeow and taking a look at DeviantLITERATURE! :groups:





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Group in Need | Past Spotlight | Contacting Me





In Need


:icondeviantliterature:

" We're here to support DeviantART's Literature community by making it more accessible and appealing to the community as a whole. Join and publicise your work, support that of others, and take part in competitions. Whether you're a beginner or an expert, we'd love you to join and help the Literature community to develop! "

-DeviantLITERATURE's front page


To Apply:


Send a note with your application. Be sure to introduce yourself, state why you think you'd be suitable for the position, why you want to be part of the admin team, what you can bring to the team, how often you log onto dA, and your favorite author or poet.

Open Admin Positions:


:bulletgreen: Co-Founder
:bulletgreen: Contibutor

Co-Founder:
  • Approve gallery submissions.
  • Maintain various social media accounts.
  • Plan an organize events and competitions.
  • Maintain the group journals.
  • Interact with members and answer questions concerning the group.


Contributor:
  • Submit pieces regularly to the group gallery.
  • Organize work in the gallery.
  • Read and comment on submissions.
  • Help plan events.
  • Interact with members.


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 DeviantLITERATURE only.


Useful Links:
:bulletgreen: Gallery
:bulletgreen: About Us Page
:bulletgreen: Rules and FAQ
:bulletgreen: Chat Room
:bulletgreen: Facebook
:bulletgreen: Twitter




Past Spotlight


:iconthewritersmeow:

" This group is for writers looking for constructive criticism, writing tips, and encouragement. A place for those wanting to improve their skills.

The Writer's Meow showcases everything from fiction and fan fiction, to poetry and songs, to nonfiction articles and essays. Seasoned writers and novices with a dream of writing are encouraged to join. "

-TheWritersMeow's front page


Useful Links:
:bulletgreen: Gallery
:bulletgreen: About Us Page
:bulletgreen: A Welcome and Rules
:bulletgreen: Chat Room
:bulletgreen: Happenings in the Literature Community



Features


Haiku 08.05Your warm, morning breath;
Roof caressed by autumn rain.
I dream in poems.
Ain't No KindnessThe first time I ever saw a man killed, I must have been about nine or ten. Papa was the killer, some lowly scavenger was the deceased. Some people might have been affected by such a sight, but papa always told us not to dwell too long on such things. He always said, the world's become so full of evil there's no such thing as murder no more. Killing's a kindness you can only pay those you don't love. That's a paradox if I ever heard one, but I'll be damned if it isn't true.
Back then, we lived on a settlement somewhere north of what had been San Diego some time before I was born. Not much out there but snakes and shrubs and rocks. Papa, my sister Leigh, my brother Tommy, and I had all just come back from a water run to the well at Gordon Law's place, which of course fell to Schlimpers a number of years ago now. There isn't much I remember about that day in particular--like I said, papa always told us not to dwell. I guess I must be doing some dwelling, though, otherwise I wouldn't be p
:thumb452985523: the ten word break-up.I only wish I had the heart
to break yours.
Rigor MortisShe had always found a particular comfort in chaos.
She shouldn’t, but she did. And that’s how the world turned.
The theory of love was never whole, always ripped
from her tired fingers. Hands reaching to take grab of moments
she  longed to hold once more; for a cure to the pain
that curled along her battered body.
Tears mingled with her latent wrath,
but her pride steals them like a thief in the night.
She wore a shuddering heart on tattered sleeves;
The flame burned bigger, brighter.
It emanates a future, in the distance,
she would never fulfil.
Her hopes and beliefs are road maps
to the unknown. All paths leading
to the same toxic moments; guiding
her to a world so flat that it startles her.
It shakes her and makes her weary of a
tongue too sharp and too hateful
for the delicate fruit it longed to taste.
Would bitter words that flowed from her
crush the people who beg to love her?
Would they see the cracks in her head,
chipped and crumbled, and still desire
to embra
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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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