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Who Cares About the Literature Community?A few days ago we had a chat to discuss community issues and solutions (see the original journal for details). Huge thanks to everyone who came and raised awesome points!
It took 45 minutes for the volume of talk to max out Sta.sh Writer's character limit and this chat went for two more hours, so I'm just going to summarize the key discussion points, starting with big actionables for #CRLiterature and for the community.
I've put the chat stuff lower down as it's denser: the outside bullet is the issue, and the inside bullet is possible solutions (not necessarily in order, each point is really a response to the original issue). There is a lot to think about in there, but feel free to pick and choose the issues you care most about.

Sorry for leaving a lot of stuff out, but I hope you guys are too busy figuring out how best to act on what we discussed to pay too much attention

Love dA Lit: Issue 128Welcome to the one-hundred twenty-eighth 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, and spotlighting a specific group or project for two weeks. 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.
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My Book is Published
I published a book

http://rai925.wix.com/howtobeamermaid

You can check out the website link to find out info about it, and how to order. It's kinda awesome. Selling like hot takes too!
This is an auto-bio of how I became a mermaid and turned it into a job and how someone else can too!

SeparationIts 2:00 at the Slender house, and Slender is making Splendor his favorite snack, honey flavored pancakes, ladled in syrup.
"YAY! SYRUPY PANCAKES!" Splendor shouts, feeling giddy.
"Splendor, you have to grow out of your child palette some day. Might as well get the rest of you changed too."
"But Slendy, my favorite foods just taste too good to forget!" Splendor denies.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be able to take care of yourself with your childish behavior. You would get slaughtered in the real world without my care and guidance!" Slender teases.
"But without me, you don't have anything to do and can't live decently!" Splendor teases back.
"Care to place a bet? Whoever can't survive without each other first in a month will be shunned?" Slender bets.
"You're on! I can take care of myself easy without you!" Splendor gloats.
He heads out to the portal to the human territory with a backpack to hide his tentacles and in his illusion form. Once in the city Splendor has a plan fo

New Survey Process

Hellllllloooooooo everyone! It's been like forever since we chatted last. Aside for being angry at us for slacking the last couple months, how are you all? Your pairings still holding up? Are you still waiting for a pairing? Do you need a new partner? Are you ready to assassinate the staff because we're so behind?
Don't answer that last one.

We're WAY behind with getting pairings done, and it's because we're all running busy schedules. So after a little pow-wow, we've come up with a new and improved way of getting your surveys into us. We'll no longer be manually entering each survey into our database (which is VERY time consuming, by the way). Instead, we're going to direct potential beta readers and writers to an outside survey (hosted through GoogleDocs, so it's completely safe and virus free, we promise! If you find it otherwise, `thorns will serve up `GrimFace242's skull on a spike for all to throw

Sonadow The king of vampires ch.1

Long ago in a dark village lived king Mepilis. And boy was he mean to his kindom, slasheing down houses!, stealing other peoples money with no permission! But people couldn't be mean to him because he was also king of the vampires..... But they say that maybe mepolis will be nice, But that didnt happen..... But until one day the king vansished his kindom and the kindom became even darker and darker..No clear skys no blue no white clouds, Just dark black clouds,and grey skys... From that legand people still celebrate that day so they won't forget thier king............................................................................................... ~Today~ One blue headgehog was running in the forest to get to his favorite brother and best buddie. Sonic: Hey tails whats up?! Tails: Hey sonic! did you hear the news? Sonic: what news? Tails: we have been invited to the kings party! Sonic

h thats really great......... Tails: Why arent you ha

In need of some help^^Hello (: I'm starting a new story, it'll be set in a post apocalyptic world and I need more characters for it so I would be very glad if someone could help me out by filling out this form. If you want to fill it out please post it in my journal on my page, also you don't need to fill out everything.

Palabras de amor-liam mi editor (part2)parte1:http://dianavazk3z.deviantart.com/art/Palabras-de-amor-liam-mi-editor-part1-372706458
Tras un largo y mudo silencio, Liam finalmente habló –pero el concepto me agrada… es sobre una princesa con corazón de hielo ¿no?.
Alice se admiró y contrajo su sonrisa –mmm… sí. El concepto básico es una chica con corazón de hielo que daña a otros, entonces conoce a un chico llamado caballero de azafrán, del cual se enamora-.
-entonces piensa como ella… ¿Cuál fue el problema de principio? ¿Cómo llego a ser así? ¿Qué cosas van a influir en ella para cambiar?- Alice se admiró ante esta observación de Liam, tal vez su narración si estaba algo carente de intensidad pensó mirándolo fijamente, hasta que con esa ronca voz Liam le gritó -¡¿esperas invitación?.
-¿eh?
-Trae algo para escribir, ya estas retrasada.
Alice con velocidad corrió a su habitación por su computadora portátil. Lo que sentía en el pecho no estaba segura de si era indicios de un paro cardiaco, miedo, amor, confusión o nervios….

Autism's FriendIn Boston Massachusetts, an orphanage held many of the children who lost their parents when they were very young. On specific child who lived there was very different than the others. She had Apsergers, a specific type of Autism, and the people who took care of her didn't know much about her condition. They always thought she was stubborn and aggressive, but her disorder was just making her stressed out. She would have many stims that made her look like she had spasms, but were expected with her disorder. She would always cry outside by a tree with her stuffed owl she would never get rid of. Her condition made her obsessed with owls, and the people thought she was sick and planned to send her to an institution if she didn't 'improve'. One cloudy, brisk day, she sat by the tree and clutched her owl.
'I wish I had a friend who likes owls and understands me…' she thought.
A rustle in the bushes startled her. When she turned around, nothing was there. She had an Autistic fear of monsters a

Cinta itu... (Love is...)Versi Bahasa Melayu:
Cinta itu bodoh, bukan?
Tiada kaki, tangan dan mulut,

Tapi pandai-pandai pula mencari cinta di seluruh dunia,

Tanpa mengenal siapa pun pasangan yang akan digandingkan bersama,
Tidak kiralah kulitnya hitam ataupun putih,

Itu membuktikan CINTA BUKAN PERKAUMAN!

Cinta itu pelik, bukan?
Tiada tangan untuk menulis ayat-ayat cinta,
Tiada kaki untuk berjalan-jalan bersama yang tersayang,
Tiada mulut untuk bermadah cinta,
Apa yang mereka ada hanyalah PERASAAN,
yang kadang-kala boleh buat pasangan merasa suka dan duka serta segala memori; pahit mahupun manis sepanjang musim percintaan,
Kerana CINTA ADALAH LAHIR DARI HATI!
Cinta itu rumit, bukan?
Bergaduh, mengutuk pasangan masing-masing,
Tapi berbaik dan berkasih sayang semula selepas berdamai,
Linangan air mata kegirangan terbit di mata si dara,
diiringi dengan senyuman lembut daripada si teruna,
Itulah yang dinamakan CINTA ITU ADIL!

Kenapa

My mermaid book is published

I published a book

Taking Down My StoriesI knew it was coming and I put if off as long as I could.
But someone is picking at my stories and having random chapters taken down by DA and I won't have them pecked to death.
This is the second chapter in two weeks. I don't know who is doing this since I have warnings and they are still reading the story, and then reporting the chapters.
But fine. I get the hint. I'm packing them up.
So I'm taking down 'Together' after a newly found reader is done. Actually, I'm taking down up to where she has read, and stay a step or two behind her.
Next is 'Daddy's Acceptance'. 'The Gift' and 'Snow Days' is staying up because they are 'clean'.
"My Home" is coming down, but I think I'll leave "Love's Love" up.
The poems stay. As shotty as I think they are, once in a while, someone finds them and think they are good.
Out of my one shot stories, "Late Lunch", "Happy Ever After" and "Walking Home" is coming down. Oh, and "Hello". The other two OC stories are safe. Nope. "Happy Ever After" is staying.

The Indie Pen Dance - Issue 3 - Jodi LammGreetings, Deviants! Welcome to the Indie Pen Dance, a catalogue of DeviantART's independently published authors! Show our indies some love, like their pages, pick up copies of their books.

This month's ~~victim~~ personage is Jodi Lamm, also known as ~juniorel, a brilliant wordsmith whose work displays an entrancing and often disturbing psychological bent.

Author: Jodi Lamm
Title: Titan Magic [link]
Genre: Fantasy
Length: 80k words
Availability: Amazon [link] / Barnes & Noble

The British are Coming! R-18PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE YAOI THAT MEANS BOY X BOY.
Hetalia Fanfiction usuk
England sat in discomfort. Why did he agree to visit America in the first place? He remembered America saying something about another plane he had built he was sure he had only come so that he could make fun of the plane, but something else was telling him he was there for a different reason. America came in from the other room smiling. "Yo England what's up?!" England frowned slightly. "Hello America why did you invite me here anyway?" America put his arm around England's shoulder. "Dude remember when you took me out for drinks? Well I'm gonna take you out to thank you! It's like a date!" England blushed slightly. "D-don't call it a date you idiot!" Later on they went out for drinks and as we all know England can't hold his liquor... America helped England back to his house and lay him on his couch. England was completely drunk. America leaned towards England's mouth he could sme

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Name That Baby1) Audio Version Here and 2) New Audio Version here Scroll to "Read by SilverInkBlot," then find this title.

I'm gonna lay it on the table
Do the tell
Get the spelling right
Tight.
Got called "depressed"
Took it up to "manic"
Bipolar in the head
And they said --

"Make it longer,
Schizo-affective
Bipolar tendencies"
New dependency
On taking pills,
To flatten my hills
Knock out the frills,
I got double-damned.

'Cause a this shit --
Father dies in a pool
Mother dies too,
In love with a fool
Mother let days pass,
No food or water
How did she last?
I closed her eyes,
They felt alive,
Like little butterflies.

Hector also dies,
Left alone by

Reading

Whale Songs of the PacificListen, the girls swallowed by whales are the ones that grow up lucky.

Listen, no one will warn you about the little boys with the magpie eyes and the fists swinging splinters of glass. No one will warn you that their smiles are sweeter than their words are sweeter than their souls are sweeter than their intentions. No one will warn you of the sheer weight of the world.

Listen, sometimes girls are fragile. Sometimes girls are frothy. Sometimes girls let boys nuzzle "I love you"s into their necks and sometimes girls drink the wine of believing them.

Listen, sometimes the boys really are sweet, and little girls' tart puckered mouths can't ta

Reading

expired warningsI hate to break it to you but we're all betting on the day when
your nightmares will swallow you whole and you won't
remember how to open your eyes. we forget your voice,
it broke and no one buried the pieces. we're giving you up:
secessions (your ribcage is a civil war, your heart is the victim.
there will be no memorial; there are only red flags)
obsessions pick your bones dry, vulture needs, vulgar
mortality argues at least you're not alive

at least you can't see us anymore, counting the knots
in your neck and catastrophes in your mouth. in
your summer cage you were a soggy butterfly bearing
a cumbersome cross. now, we leave yo

Reading

i've ripped my lips from every burned thought.iii. my feet and hands
are always cold,
will always be cold.

i. i ransack memories
long forgotten.
i thought i'd burned them all,
turned them all to ash,
and placed them in tupperware containers -
each one neatly labeled with dates
and numbered with catastrophes.

ii. apparently,
i shoved them all in freezers -
saving them for lovelier days,
thinking i've never deserved
anything better than freezer burn
to sustain me.

iv. my limbs are blue and reek of stale air.
my nose and tongue are covered in frost
and my lips are painted
in red.

v. i will trace new memories,
on your skin with my lips,
and pray i won't need
to burn those too.

Reading

The Prince's Last WifeIt must be confusing
to lie down every night
not sure if you were going to be with
the man or the bear.
Sure, he's always been a man by night,
but then he's a bear by day,
with those big, sad, polar eyes,
still trying to control his massive limbs
like he's the master of his own destiny.

And yet you find those white hairs
on your good clean sheets,
on your silk pajamas,
mingled in your morning tea,
which is always waiting,
hot and steaming,
despite the fact he can't carry it in his paws.

And he watches you dressing yourself,
pulling on layer after layer, wool and wire,
because he shoots the cold
right through you,
with a nu

Reading

ShipwreckingStars are scattered like a broken strand
Of pearls on a dark hardwood floor.
Where ocean-wake meets land,
I stand while my thoughts wage war.

Lights from iron vessels flitter like a midnight circus.
I'm as lost as the moon behind incessant cloud.
Hands rickety as old barn and nervous
For my soul's pending purchase, I pray aloud.

Silently I slip below the surface
To become a shipwreck in the sand.
Light reaches water in fog amorphous,
While I become a memory; a skeleton damned.

Reading

red leaves and Robert Frost.When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it.

We throw away half of our refrigerator each week – meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day.

Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.

At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt.

I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.

Hearing "I love you" for the first time

Reading

PlowIt's finally snowing again,
blankets of peace falling
with a freshness that lacks innocence.

Nearly forgotten, they're here as expected,
clearing the streets,
trying to push aside all the worry
that makes things unsafe, but

the steel mouth askew grates against my heart;
its thick bass scrape pushing more than piles of white aside,
it pushes my blood aside too,
piling it up in the corner of this pumping vessel that falters,
ice-caked and bitten, stiffened,
and keeps faltering,
again,
and again,
and again,
until the air is silent
and the street no longer shivers in torture.

The only evidence is the blanket of white
that keeps

Reading

Burnt Sienna IIBurnt Sienna
feet stride slowly along
a trail of sand that stretches past the horizon,
past suns obscured by occasional eddies of stardust.

The traveler makes it all the way to a sizzling, melting moon
before it sends her sloshing back to earth and
crashing once more into the land where the only noise is heat.
The unfortunate soul spits sand and liquid moon rock from cracked,
clay-covered lips and wishes it tasted more like chocolate
than centuries-old copper.

Searing the soles of the wanderer’s feet,
sand scrapes against blisters long popped,
but she rubs lukewarm poultice to stave off the pain.

The motion conjures recollectio

Reading

NumbersNumbers

I could not stop seeing
parallels between words
and human flesh.

A poem that could rise up,
hunching its back, a
concentration camp victim
with bare ribs; this
language rolls like the ridges
and dips of a spine, sticking
up through paper skin.

And they’re using the peaks
as an abacus, counting them
as they die.

Reading

Edit: And in a bit of shameless self-promotion, here's some recent additions to my personal Tumblr.

suffocation keepthis city suffocates so we don't
speak.
no, at best
we sing in sign language:
the hushed glances, the solidity
of shoulder blades
and judgments--
the smothered
eyes.
hey.
listener--
let's go.
let's leave the choking crowds
and chase out somewhere
where the wind blows
wide and rich--
where the knotted songs in your
throat
unravel.
somewhere
to take these beartrap ribs
and let us
breathe.

Reading

stolen dog-eared mapsAudio version.

we will run
directionless but on
until the sky recedes before us.
we will outlast the horizons
sink teeth into every sunset
until we chase
what chases us--
until the oceans below hold no demons
the galaxies above
no shadows.
we will lose ourselves
to frantic
fleeting space
until there is nothing left of us but
souls and
destinations.

Reading

north pacificAudio version thisaway.
icewater and tumblestone beaches, and i wonder, clifftop,
if the fog tastes like forest.
the ocean carves its histories
in the driftwood--creation stories and
lullabyes worn smooth,
bleached to a polish.
it might be sand shifting but maybe--
maybe i can feel the whalesong,
low and deep
thrumming in the hollow spaces of my bones.
i envy the seabirds
who have more room to feel.

Reading

ghosts of the border townsRead aloud here.
the desertgirls all wear their white dresses,
braids cinched with ribbons wilted
like the crops.
they walk barefoot, and they have learned
how to keep from kicking up
the sand--they have learned
how to be perfectly still.
the scorchwinds start up, and they
stand beneath the rattling ocotillos,
dresses curling and brushing against
calves dark with dust and
sun.
they stare.
my god--
they stare such betrayal, such trust,
as though you are the devil
or salvation--as though
they haven't made up their minds.
say what you like.
they won't smile, only
watch
until long after you are out of sight
and the horizon has
swallowed you
up.

Reading

Sta.sh really hates lit thumbs. Smoking

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*xlntwtch Jan 19, 2013 Writer

"Smokin'!" Looks great -- and we get a

badge-on-baby today. Awww. Thanks (for the gazillion^th time).

~disrhythmic Jan 19, 2013

*xlntwtch Jan 20, 2013 Writer

=DrippingWords Jan 19, 2013 Student Writer

Haha, I love the zig zaggy layout

~disrhythmic Jan 19, 2013

*0hgravity Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

ah, you read suffocation keep! I forgot to ask.
it's beautiful. I love your readings so much.

~disrhythmic Jan 19, 2013

Thank you!

~intricately-ordinary Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

do you ever stop being so fantastic?

goodness.

~disrhythmic Jan 17, 2013

*xlntwtch Jan 16, 2013 Writer

Oh, this is absolutely marvelous! I love hearing these poems aloud.

Who will dare to read Name That Baby for me? Beth? Nic? Anyone?

You did a great layout, too, *disrhythmic

PS. Since my username has no vowels, I'll tell you it mean "excellent watch."

Will someone read for me? I have no computer-way to read it myself or I would.

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