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The Tigress of ForliCaterina watched the retreating backs of the Orsi brothers. She pulled at the ropes that bound her, despite that her wrists were already raw. She hadn’t been upset when the condottieri assassinated her useless husband, but now that Riario was gone, the witless brutes had launched an assault on Forli and taken her hostage.The Tigress of Forli by C-A-Harland
A small whimper came from her side.
‘Don’t snivel, Bianca,’ she ordered. Her daughter bit down on her lip. ‘We’ll get out of this.’
She peered through the gap in their prison tent, the fortress of Ravaldino loomed above them. If only she could get inside, she could rally Forli’s troops to rid the Romagna of this vermin. But the castellan, Tommaso Feo, has sealed the fortress.
‘Orsi,’ Caterina shouted. After a moment the tent flap pulled back to reveal Fererico Orsi. He tugged at his orange doublet, rearranging the heavy velvet.
‘What, Sforza?’ Federico
The ElysianThe Elysian by aelogan
or she will study
This year, the walls here
will ring with the clink of glasses and tap
of plates passed among friends, family, and lovers.
Other times, absorb the shuffle and rustle
of quiet privacy, a solitude to where she can escape and recover
This year, the air here
will hold a healing silence that bends easily
into and out of echoes of music, roars of laughter, and sighs of relief;
while over and around the flicker of good news,
unwrapping of new shoes, and the comings-true of dreams.
This year, the door here
will barricade against the disingenuous
thresh of the city, repel the selfish and insincere,
only to allow crossing by those with capacity to love, respect,
inspire, assist, uplift, rescue, or protect her.
This year, everything here
will be clean, everything soft save for the towels which
will be coarse, of course. Every function flawless,
every debt paid, every sponge holstered,
and every piece of laundry folded for her.
This year, th
For you my LoveIf I had the emotions to show you how I feel,For you my Love by MyLoveForYouEternity
they would be words that can't be spoken of.
If I had my life to spend with you,
I would cherish it as well as my love for you.
If I had a vision to show you how I feel,
it would be a beautiful scene for you and I to share.
If I had a heart so pure for you,
It would be my only love I could ever give to you.
For you I love and no one else,
I'll be beside you until my life ends.
For you I am myself throughout this time,
I'll be the one for you always.
If I showed you the memories deep inside me,
It would be the best experience of our lives.
If I showed you the love that I never told you about,
I promise you it wouldn't be a mistake.
I love you, the love of my life.
You are the one that will always be mine.
You are my life, my love, my forever.
And my love, I promise this would be the best thing to happen to us.
An Absurd Game Of Hide And Seek.An Absurd Game Of Hide And Seek. by smileykaya
A story by SmileyKaya.
This is a short story I'm entering into the Great Lit Crit event, (which anyone can join by the way, ahem). I managed to make it 1,999 word, just below the limit (well done me XD ) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it).
Imagine an absurd place where five absurd friends were playing an absurd game. The savage and eerie Darkling forest (home to a myriad of shape-shifting monsters called ‘hidden ones’) was the place, the friends were a teenage girl, a 9-year old cyborg, a cervichaun and two dragons, and the game was hide and seek.
Currently, some ground rules were being laid.
“Alright then,” the teenage girl announced grandly, “so the first rule is we won’t wander too far from this spot. It’s a big
if you stumble, make it part of the dance|.if you stumble, make it part of the dance by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn
I can't understand a single word you say;
your heart speaks a language
my soul won't dine with.
Your features are cold and pale and beautiful,
unfortunately, I am not.
All I ever wanted was to lean my
head onto your strong shoulder,
follow the lines where your wrist
meets your hand like the stars
desperately need to meet the moon.
We'd swim in a scarlet sea under
flowers curling around my pointed ears
and through my shimmering hair.
You closed your heart to mine,
kept it locked tight in the safehouse
that was your soul.
I am trapped behind melancholy
depths-- your soul a battleground, a
jar of nonexistent hearts.
how I wish you'd
known the way my eyes
searched for yours
across a sea full of people
that are less important than you.
I covered my heart
with lead to stop
myself from dreaming of you.
If only it had worked,
for now you have left me
with a harsh stone heart,
and you were the only
with the power to
What Hurts The MostDo you know what it feels like?What Hurts The Most by Oralle08
That feeling when others fight
It tears you up from the inside to the outside
And makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry
It’s makes you frustrated
“Shut up!” you want to scream
But instead you draw the curtains and lock the door
And stay inside til the storm blows over
They never pay attention when they argue
They never hear your muffled cries
They never hear your desperate pleas for silence
They only argue on and on
It feels like harm
It feels like a knife twisting in your gut
It feels like being a writer and getting your hands ripped off
It feels like a bruised, battered heart
You try not to listen to the words they yell
But there’s nothing else you can focus on
Their sharp, merciless words are terrible
Their words are tormenting your soul
It never seems to stop;
Just when you think the glowing embers are dying,
The fire begins to roar again
In DreamsOn the border of dreams terror is born unto meIn Dreams by Zire-7
As voices whisper "darkness consumes all"
Burning his image upon the wall having no form or shape
His ire I hope to anticipate
His song is kind but turns sour within the mind
Rasping harshly against the bone
The wake of his song births a chill in the air
Which I soon come to despair
I awake from slumber
With only dreams to remember
But remember I do
The feeling that rent my soul in two
TerminalTerminalTerminal by ShadowedAcolyte
Julia was yanked from her reverie by one of the Greens. She didn't understand why everyone called them the Greens. They weren't any greener than anybody else, and their clothes weren't green, just a sort of blobby blue and grey. Sometimes they got called something long, Enter Planet Married Fence Servers, but usually just 'Greens'. Since she was clever for her age, Julia already knew at eight that it would be a waste of time to ask why, that no adult could be trusted to actually explain why. Their answers wouldn't really be answers, and it would frustrate her, and that would make them angry that she had even asked in the first place. It was the same as asking about the house.
The Green pushed her back to her father's side with his huge hand. "Julia! Haven't I told you a trillion times to stay close?" Her father gripped her wrist hard enough to hurt a little. He turned to the Green, who was much, much larger. Julia remembered thinking that her father was the biggest pers
Don't freak out.Did you know that you might be a cauliflower, or maybe a tomato, or a pea? Its true. Keep on reading and Ill tell you why. (And no, its not past life related. But hey, if you want to believe you once roamed this earth as a chubby red vegetable, who am I to judge.)Don't freak out. by MPMG
Still with me? Good, let me start from the beginning.
In the beginning were born. Yay! Things could not get a better start.
Immediately after were born, we start to grow up. And then we keep growing up, and some day maybe well get kids of our own, and; unless we can figure out how to stop growing up, someday well die. But thats another story. Lets back track a bit and focus on one thing that, in most cases, happens when you grow up.
The time when you start to notice boys, or girls, or boys and girls (possibly animals, or pies... Trust me, we do not want to go there).
It often goes something like this:
One day you wake up to find the world infested with boy or
PE Prose Basics: Varying SentencesVarying Your SentencesPE Prose Basics: Varying Sentences by SingingFlames
When I was in college, I took an early morning Anthropology class. I had to wake up at five to catch the bus. Ugh. Yeah, I'm not a morning person. But I did it. The first day, our instructor stood before us and starting reading from the textbook. Word for word. Completely monotone. I was asleep within ten minutes. The rest of the week was the same; arrive, begin listening to the instructor, pass out. I had to drop the class and get whatever refund I could, while I could. It was my worse class experience there.
Most people know that in public speaking, the person talking needs to vary their tone and speech patterns and such to hold their audience's attention. They need to have a rhythm. Otherwise, they'll end up putting the audience to sleep. The same applies to writing. If you use the same sentence length or structure continually, you'll be the literary equivalent of my instructor. Repea
Love dA Lit: Issue 169Welcome to the one-hundred sixty-ninth 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.Love dA Lit: Issue 169 by IrrevocableFate
Note: MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.
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Carve me out of clayI carved you out of poetry
like we once carved the innards out of pumpkins,
with each stroke of the pen
I open up your oval empty eyes,
stitch you a ragged crooked smile.
(We drew the outline
of something beautiful,
but somehow it slipped into something
Your temper flashes
in the candle flames, sadness lingering
in the sharp lines of your nose,
all the things you shouldn't have said
are recorded in the curve of your brows;
nothing is hidden and nothing is sacred,
you stare back at me, an amber glow exposing
every defect you'd spent a lifetime
trying to erase)
And you etched me into canvas
like we once painted my bedroom walls
to cover the flickering memories,
the staining fingerprints of someone who
no longer exists;
with each sweep of the brush
a flaw is erased -
an edge is smoothed.
(We sketched each other out,
inked every tragic flaw,
but you kissed away every bruise
with pastel lips, charcoal fingers
lingering over frown lines and the
cracks between bricks, trying to
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.
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Dear Lit Community, Some Solutionsdreamsinstatic wrote an open letter to the literature community specifically addressing issues he feels are detrimental to the health of the lit world on dA. Many of his concerns have been voiced by others in the community in past years and finding solutions to problems like fragmentation, cliques, and "elitism" (what I would call trolling) is no simple task. If, indeed, solutions need to be found at all. Below are my thoughts on some of the problems discussed in dreamsinstatic's article. Feel free to share your thoughts and ideas in the comments. Let's keep this conversation flowing.
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Good day, miss.
It's always hard to explain how much you mean to me. When you give back to dA, when you write that one stunning poem that temporarily stops my breath, when you don't let stuff get you down too much. When you keep forging on. You tell me I have these qualities, but you embody these qualities far better than I do. You shine with them.. And people gravitate to that. It's a gift. Please don't forget that.
you're one of my writers.
What is SeniorSelections?
"SeniorSelections stands to feature premier artwork from the deviantART community through weekly features from each gallery category."
Basically, it is a group of senior members who are going to showcase their favorite picks from around the deviantART galleries every week. I'm part of the literature team, along with thetaoofchaos.
I am accepting suggestions!
I am accepting suggestions for Literature only. I will accept any form of literature except Scripts (sorry, I just don't know enough about them to feel comfortable featuring them to the community). Here are things I look for:
Strong, concrete imagery. Abstractions turn me off.
Intelligent structure and formatting.
A clear, well-developed theme, message, or story.
I especially enjoy socio-political, human nature, and Eastern styles. I'm not as likely to enjoy romance (unless it is very well written), fantasy, or fixed forms like the sonnet. But please DO send me anything you think I might enjoy.
Clear, concise language use that relies on concrete imagery.
Natural sounding dialogue.
An interesting plot or well-developed character (bonus points for both).
I prefer reading sci-fi/sci-fantasy, satire, non-fiction (especially autobiography and memoir), and comedy. I am unlikely to sit through high fantasy or romance. But again, do send me anything you think I may enjoy!
Extra special bonus points if you find good prosetry!
Send me a note with a thumb or link to the deviation you're suggesting. Please title your note: "SS Suggestion" or something to that effect.
Please only send your suggestion to ONE person on the SeniorSelections team.
One thumb or link per note, please. It helps me stay organized.
Please feel free to suggest simultaneously to other feature groups such as DailyLitRecognition.
I will respond to all suggestions as soon as I have time to read them. If you do not hear from me within a couple weeks, please feel free to send me a poke.
You can include a blurb about why you feel a piece deserves to be featured, but it is not necessary. Truly good literature speaks for itself.
If you have questions, please leave a comment on this journal.