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Literature
The Best Monomyth Ever Created
"What...who am I?...what are all these lines everywhe-"
"Do something!"
"Huh?"
"You're the hero of my story! You need to do something!"
"...like what?"
"Well...I don't know. Hero things. What do heroes do?"
"How should I know? I literally came into existence less than a minute ago."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Are you- look, all I know is that I am here, there are random black lines everywhere, I can't move but I can still somehow speak, and...well, I'm guessing that I've been kidnapped and paralyzed by you."
"What? No! Don't be ridiculous. This is a comic book! I created you!"
"...really? You?"
"Well...yeah! Why's that so hard to believe?"
"It's just that when you imagine a supreme builder of humanity and the creator of a different world, most people probably wouldn't think that he had breath that smelled liked baked beans, a neckbeard that looks like a dead squirrel's giant hairball and....this massive tower that you've just put on my foot. There's...brown stuff leaking out o
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Literature
Sweller
Freakish
Taut as a sacred tambourine
Varicose-littered
Silverfish-grey...
Gel tickles orifices
With deft motorized strokes
A giggle, jerk, groan, wince
They're never much to mince words, are they?
Dim the lights.
Don't fall asleep.
Switch up that Rorschach grey film-
But all I can see is granular static.
I remember now that when I was a kid,

The longest sentences used to obfuscate everything:
What does this mean?
What does this mean?
Slowly sucked through the umbilical straw?
Popped upandout like a pimple?
Bursting into the world with bravado like a majestic geyser?
A rotund blob
Is your fertility goddess
Curving cold belly
Brick arms
Block head
There are two contradictions in my fate.
Inflate the pleasure.
Don't numb my pain.
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Literature
bmb collabapalooza 4.0
(1)
Violent Attack
Because that's all they bloody say, isn't it? Not terrorism, not cold-blooded murder, not ideological genocide. No, just an attack, an incident. Something to gloss over as you sip your coffee and turn to the crossword.
What do you care?
Many Ways To Kill A Person
It could have been anyone, really. This country's going to hell and no-one cares. It's just normal to get stabbed or raped in an alley now, apparently. Because there are so many ways to die and so many victims each day - what's one more?
Tell me.
What's one more?
I want to hear what you have to say.
Struck Down Too Soon
No shit.
(2)
"I think...did I say something?"
"No. Whatever. It's fine."
"You don't understand, I know you, it's like...your eyes..."
"Is this gonna be another one of your pretentious ramblings?"
"No, stay with me, it's just...you've got this spirit making a ruckus in your eyes. And...it's preparing some feline in your irises to strike back at me in fury. Is something the matter, my friend?"
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Literature
Our Peninsula
Green fever spreads fast
Equator-blues, labour purges
Trees rustle like dreams
Pepper-spray yellow
Sells hottest on the mainland
Ghost tanks aim at you
Malted disused grey
Spills seeps through earth noise smog sky
And from beggar's hearts.
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Mature content
Never Ready :iconlifeofsherman:LifeOfSherman 6 16
Literature
Forbidden Feast
When you first see it, you are certain that you're dreaming. Your jaw gapes sightly in a stilted gasp. The shadows from the trees above glide over the picnic blanket, surrounding it with a dark misty aura, but all the colors shine through. And what beautiful colors they are.
The centerpiece of the banquet is a pile of fluorescent doughnuts topped with neon sprinkles. The icing on each doughnut is immaculately layered, like cement on brickwork, and the shades of yellow, blue, pink and white are as garish yet appealing as vintage disco clothes. You can already anticipate the dense layer of sugar that will coat your teeth after you have finished.
After all, there's nobody else around. It is all yours.
As you slowly step closer to the feast, your face still smacked with utter disbelief, you observe the other treats laid out before you. A chocolate cupcake with a swirl of icing and a strawberry tucked in the corner, a hidden surprise to save for later. The giant pineapple and watermelon sli
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Self-Harm: From The Outside Looking In :iconlifeofsherman:LifeOfSherman 6 21
Literature
Parting Gift
A swivel, then the handover
Kindness
Pure kindness
The milk of your actions ripples
Oozes through a hole in my skull
Hadn't noticed it before
kitten-fur caring
buckled to the core
what to do
but smile
ummthankyou
unnecessary caution
at rattling speed
Wow
...
All stress thrown down
Rifles after an armistice
All tension abnegated
To join the laughter outside
All words vacate
Leaving cocoons, empty husks
Framed in your lilting voice...
But the public shall not see them
Only me
We hold the keys to this mausoleum
And we don't meet again
We do not forget
What is missing?
...
Expectation
There's never enough
There's never enough
trinkets never traversed my mind
apologies die in my eyes
i could slap myself
Narcissism
lava melts my larynx
then sets
Altruism
this is the way the milk sours
Selfish
a pang...
it's a pleasure you said
Tears are as simple as friendship
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Literature
Mornings in Purgatory
She smiled and quickly smote a dirty coup de grace
With nothing but a pen's flourish and a stern look.
So morning comes. Hunched up in the lukewarm sun and grass
Pondering hysterically how and why she took
The one opportunity to love and to heal
And shoved this muffled corpse into a mundane even keel.
The tepid water oozes in the milky midday light
And through the placid currents I can't help but feel it all:
The pulse that still inexplicably picks a fight
Against vessels jutting out in a bruise-blue scrawl.
The steam rises, with a wretched trapped noncorpum,
Ready to leave, not watching the postmortem.
The chokehold darkness twines through my damp hair,
Skirting over my prone body. Skull chock-full of static
I doze and mumble and watch charisma and flair
Disappear into a fume. All else seems ecstatic
When I move in slow motion, so all there is to do
Is watch as my husk fades and sleeps and subdues.
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Literature
Addict
The taste, so enriching…
Gives way to a bitching
Jolt of head pain
But there's always more to gain
From those warm cups and sachets
That propel me to sashay
Through the plastered gates of hell
Just before the school bell
And sit with my acquaintances
And ignore their bleating plaintive
Oh-so-concerned stares
Because really who cares
They sure don't they just pretend
Besides I must expend
Yet more time in class
Floating ghosts of deadlines past
Blare along with my phone
Bloody stinging whining drones
Must ignore the piercing stares
From when I tripped on the stairs
And couldn't stop shaking
They don't get it's better than making
A scene and better than gazing
Into the mirror while it's hazing
Over from condensation
And sweat nervous precipitation
And wondering if I'll ever
Be normal or if I'll never
See tomorrow
From the craggy abyss of sorrow
My clammy skin is all they see
So all I'll ever be
Is that weird kid in the corner
Waiting for a coroner
And a super kind friend to lean
In
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Literature
Nix Beats
All you angel headed hipsters. Look how far you've fallen.
You flew too close to the moon, didn't you? For so long you were lifted up by soothing walking baselines and crooning saxophones intermingled with the rusty whirring thoughts of the rejects who loved you. You were underdogs who scavenged the streets for their next hit and abandoned the unis where students scrawled formulaic villanelles and had to be scared into realizing that sex was actually a thing people had.
Your starry dynamo sputtered and crashed and burned under the pressure, yet you survived.
You survived long enough to get the masses to agree with you. They saw your ecstasy-induced visions of technicolor and decided to reflect them in their rainbow hair and tacky jewelry, to mark themselves from the rest of the sheeple with fleecy flannels and problem glasses, and to write poetry. Just like you.
Well, I say poetry, but it isn't really. Not anymore. It's a political manifesto wrapped up in histrionics baked in narcissis
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Literature
Erudite
You don't work with your hands.
They're small, soft and interlocked.
They twitch but don't scrape - the nails are immaculate.
And when they do move, it's only to supplement
The righteous rigidity you don like a cloak.
You stand stoic before the most critical of crowds,
Arms swinging up and down
To the rhythm of your machine-gun
Rhetoric. You look at us first to steal our attention,
Then to clutch it and never let go.
Some say you are too brash.
Your laughter is erratic and scatters like pebbles.
Your voice is harsh, with mild slobbers in your sibilance.
Your jokes don't always hit the mark
In the same way your arguments pierce through
Flimsy canvases of sycophancy and bullshit.
You talk, and sometimes you get stuck.
Some say you are too brash, but they do not see you when you listen.
Eyes oaken brown and deep-set
In a noble and tranquil tan face, like a horse.
Your frame slight, legs gangly and stretched out,
Face absorbed and inscrutable
Except when twitching
Into a cheeky Mona Lisa s
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Literature
Elegy 2: Missing The Funeral
A creaking ochre slab and a bitumen silk suit
May be enough to contain your cold emaciated
Corpse, but I'll pretend it isn't. Ignoring acute
Pinpricks in my throat, morphing into tears anticipated.
I was in Bangkok on the day of the service,
And I did remember and I did feel guilt
For not feeling too bad. I still unpack every crevice
In my skull for details to rescue from ashes and silt.
Little girl huddled at the foot of the bed,
Shaking hands stagger through brown cropped hair,
Hush, hush, comfort who dares,
She's only a heathen who never says her prayers.

I feel like a burglar traipsing inside your house,
Like I never used enough time to truly delve
Into the poems, the stories, the truths you espoused...
Five weeks, morphine, bad luck, you lost yourself.
When I sat in your sofa, your desk was filled
With 'deepest condolences' that came in packs of five.
I played piano for you, but I'm afraid I also killed
Bartok, Schubert, Scarlatti - not even music survives.
There's nothing
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Mature content
Devotchka :iconlifeofsherman:LifeOfSherman 3 5
Literature
Elegy 1: Acrophiliac
Whether clipped to a harness or ten daunting stories up,
Did you feel your eyes pop, your stomach drop and cup
Your jaw in awe as vertigo became a sixth sense
To feel the twists and turns of a new existence?
Whether on a sunny cliff or an urban metropolis,
You yearned for just a second to stop all of this
And fly, soar, over an atlas of trees,
Above mountains like Icarus on a loose leash.
Skyscrapers were bouncy castles, clouds your accomplices
To grasp with tiny fingers and to hear your accomplishments.
It used to be so simple,
So perfect, so benign,
To do nothing and think everything
For just a little time.
But then death and cynicism
Forced mental cataclysm
That killed innocence and pretence
Until there's nothing left.
Until there's nothing left.
Heaven used to be a comfort, but now it seems to prove that
Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
I thought God would always love me despite my sins eclectic,
But nope! 'Cause I'm a bisexual horny sullen skeptic.
Now when I'm up high, I don'
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Literature
ghost in box
kill the lights
kill the ghost
ghost of the past
ghost alone
alone at last
alone lonely
lonely travel
lonely road
road to hell
road of stones
stones to build
stones the witch
witch to burn
witch with spells
spells disaster
spells very well
well and bucket
well good job
job to do
job all day
day too short
day too long
long time no see
long time to wait
wait for me
wait no more
more time needed
more to see
see them there
see don't listen
listen at night
listen and believe
believe in angels
believe me please
please me touch me
please my soul
soul in music
soul to save
save it until
save a life
life well spent
life wasted
wasted effort
wasted trash
trash my room
trash in a box
box like a cage
box away thoughts
thoughts
cage
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NaPoWriMo 2017
Hello brave knights,
With the hectic journey that was NaNoWriMo behind us, now is the time for another literary endeavor, are you brave enough or are you brave enough lads and lasses?
NaPoWriMo is upon us and it's time you draw these quills and get to writing once more.
What is NaPoWriMo?
NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. A poet by the name of Maureen Thorson started the project in 2003 inspired by NaNoWriMo. For more information, check out the official NaPo site here: http://www.napowrimo.net/
The When:
April 1st until April 30th.
The How:
Your challenge is to write 30 poems in 30 days. Not feeling inspired enough? No problem, you can check out the links below for prompts and ideas about what to write:
:bulletorange:
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Literature
to the therapist with no fucking clue
you didn’t know how much weight
was behind those words;
how gluttonous they had been
they wobbled over to me
with skin folding over stutters
folding over meaning
they sat on my lap
and you didn’t see the pounds
or the curves crushing me,
you didn't notice
the fat absorbing your words,
your sentences imprinting themselves
as stretch marks on my skin
you smiled a warm smile
as if that would burn away the calories hidden in your words,
i smiled back a cold smile,
i think it was as cold as my fingertips
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Literature
In A Fuchsia Sky, You Rest
When you refuse the point of feeling
Isn't it wonderful?
You don't need to make a killing
Don't be a mummy, stiff and stressed, full
Of mechanical aspirations
Always looking much too far
You don't need to be the king of a nation
Just keep your dream of the men in Mars
Find the image in a paragraph
Of singing birds flying south
All the stars in their right place
A constellation just for you
A cacti blowing by a tree
Beside a sunset that whispers and teems
Puce-colored trees blowing freely
In a fuchsia sky with tangerine pints
The final name of this piece is sweet release
And you'll thank me for it
Slow your restless, twitching, maroon eyes
Slur it all to silence
This is your last word written for tonight
You've earned your rest
So go easy
Dream well.
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Literature
THE CONCUBINE AND THE COURTESAN
Tea ceremony's and tea leaf readings
Broken china, powder eye's
Cherry blossoms in bloom
On the silk road
Caterpillar in the hour glass
Flight of the moth and the silver loom
Hidden behind the moon,
and the emperor's new clothes
 
 
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Tinfoil Hat Contest
If you listen closely, you can hear the whispers.  Is it the government?  Aliens?  Big Foot?  Better go out to the kitchen and get the foil.  Remember to cover your temples and ears, because it's conspiracy time!  Also, be sure the reflective side is out.
We are proud to announce our second contest, The Tinfoil Hat.
:bulletpurple: The Task :bulletpurple:
Write bogus conspiracy theories with the aim of making the reader consider their validity.  The challenge here is to write fiction but in the form of nonfiction.  Perhaps no one has caught Big Foot, because he's actually traveling between dimensions, so provide us with reasonable sounding but false facts to back the statement up.
:bulletred: Rules :bulletred:
:bulletred: Prose only
:bulletred: No word limit (though, we'd prefer you not send us entire novels. [novellas are fine.)
:bulletred: New Deviations, please
:bulletyellow: Anyone can enter.  You do not need to be a member of the Group.
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The Write Inspiration: 03.27.2017: String
Heya everyone! Smily's here! Did you miss me XD
Jokes aside, I'm here to give you your prompt, but before I start we begin with honoring the prompt of last week ;)
last week's prompt was "7 Deadly Sins", the deviations submitted were:
From MagicalJoey selecting envy

From VKA3 who used the subject in a rather interesting way

---back to the prompt
A thread, despite being a slender, long, and often a weak object, interesting legends surround them.
Romantic people you see, like the little red string that connects people.
People who like police novels will tell of a string of clues.
People who like horror or action will speak of a million thin black lines holding a monster in the air.
Then finally, hopeful people, will speak of the strings of the earliest light of sunrise, or the glowing tiny threads extending from stars.
It's your choice really, where do you think your strings of thought railways will take you?

I'll mention a few points people asked
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PictureThis! Prompt XIII
It's that time again! A new prompt has arrived. Let's see what you're all able to come up with. On a bit of a side note, don't forget about the It's Alive contest we're holding (link can be found at the bottom of this journal). We've extended the deadline to go through April!
For a full explanation of the prompts, please click the information link found at the bottom of this journal.  Remember, we're always looking for theme suggestions! Note those to WhiskeyDreamer, too! Just put PictureThis! Suggestion in the subject line.
Featured Artwork




Extra Credit

Because sometimes it's no fun to just be inspired by artwork, we need a little boost in a different direction, we've created Extra Credit. In order to be eligible for Extra Credit, you need to choose your visual ins
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March CVil War: Musical Madness
The CVil war returns in full force this month with a new prompt, and the winners from January's CVil War!  Every month, the literature Community Volunteers post individual prompts that pits the literature community against each other—for the sake of literature!  While the monthly battle wages on, you're tasked with responding to one of our prompts (and only one! You must pick a side.) in the hopes of becoming the sole champion, and winner of that month's prizes.  Read on to find out what March's prompt entails!
March's Prompt
This month is all about music and the influence it has on your world or your characters within that world.  In real life, music is everywhere and plays a role in almost all entertainment. How is music used creatively in your story, to be unique and set it apart from what people would expect? For a fantasy story or poem, music could go hand in hand with magic. Or, in a romantic setting, music could be us
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March CVil War: The Hero's Journey
Just a reminder to get your entries for this month's CVil War in before deadline! You've got until April 9th!
The CVil war returns in full force this month with a new prompt, and the winners from January's CVil War!  Every month, the literature Community Volunteers post individual prompts that pits the literature community against each other—for the sake of literature!  While the monthly battle wages on, you're tasked with responding to one of our prompts (and only one! You must pick a side.) in the hopes of becoming the sole champion, and winner of that month's prizes.  Read on to find out what March's prompt entails!
March's Prompt
This month is about Monomyth. Write me either a story or a poem of any genre or form that utilizes literally or figuratively the track of the Hero's Journey. (To read more on Monomyth and the Hero'
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January CVil War: Unspoken Conflict
The CVil war returns in full force this month with a new prompt, and the winners from November's CVilWar!  Every month, the literature Community Volunteers post individual prompts that pits the literature community against each other—for the sake of literature!  While the monthly battle wages on, you're tasked with responding to one of our prompts (and only one! You must pick a side.) in the hopes of becoming the sole champion, and winner of that month's prizes.  Read on to find out what October's prompt entails!
January's Prompt
This month is about CONFLICT. Write me either a story or a poem of any genre or form where there is a serious conflict. But here's the catch: whatever the conflict is, it must be unspoken. People need to talk around it, act around it, or if speaking of it, only indirectly. I should be able to guess what the conflict is
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CONTEST ANNOUNCEMENT: SCRIBE'S SCRIBBATHLON 2!
First things first, a happy new year to all of you! 2017 is in its infancy stages, and what better way to celebrate its arrival than with a contest? :) (Smile)
The success of Scribe's Scribbathlon goes well beyond anything I anticipated. With over a dozen entries and some extremely stiff competition, the amazing turnout and interest from entrants combined to create...
SCRIBE'S SCRIBBATHLON 2
(RUNS FROM JANUARY 4TH, 2017 TO FEBRUARY 17TH, 2017) 

(The name is very un-imaginative but I like the alliteration XD)
The name of the game is the same as last time: there will be three categories, each corresponding to a different noun (person, place, and thing). For each person, place, and thing, there will be five images presented. Your job is to take ONE image and only ONE image from EACH category and use the three you selected to tell a story. Once again, prose and poetry are both welcome; there will be no word limit so that all entrants may be
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Literature
dreamman's countdown
secluded scenic shoebox void
cheddar cheese sofa
abstract lighting
old sock lodged on edge of bed
fireplace with hollow soul
dejected desolate faux evergreen
decapitated ornaments and
vhs cartridges scattered beneath
on the windowsill,
discount greeting cards watch on:
rebel snowmen living through death
shadowed neon exuding moonlit misery
billboard flower faces saturated with pride
in the dim cell
the black box jolts awake, flickering
and he observes, seemingly lifeless
he sees the vibrant fireworks
but there is no sound.
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Contrast
My sweet blue Burmese
snuggled on a hot pink throw
thinks she's camouflage.
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Literature
Goldschlager
Terrors fragile, tease the night, nubile and safe they allure.
Poisoned apples red with easement, fat with sweet liqueur.
A molasses prison within a dream, a sleep with no stone cast.
Whispers delusion into tired bone, pledges asylum vast.
Thicker than reason and gilded neatly at every golden seam,
wont let it grow without a mess, a mess I cannot clean.
lust maroon for pathways mild and burden a fraction lighter
Saturate us, destroy our home, the noose a fraction tighter.
The call of sleep is oh so sweet, the phalanx wilts, fatigued.
Demon lend me another drink, as I'm thoroughly intrigued.
Oh there is? Through the pass? Shelter to weather the storm?
Say its ok, it's easy and pure, but ultimately, forlorn.  
No matter how twisted these ancient halls, or pathways wrapped in snow,
no matter how thick with thorn and swords this journey overflow,
ignore the lies, the trap, the swamp, the corpse soaked in Merlot,
Fight for every fucking inch: it's the only way to know.
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Literature
Distilled, in colour
Upon a spectrum
my heart throbs its shades of red
vibrant and alive.
*
We stare as your eyes,
Shockingly emerald, do tease
the Chinese maples.
*
The all-consuming
deep below and rapturing
sultry, onyx black.
*
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I really enjoyed reading this. You have a good knack for description and character development and I especially enjoyed the part where ...


I found this poem an enjoyable read. I particularly enjoyed your choices in terms of punctuation and line breaks. They were well paced ...

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"What...who am I?...what are all these lines everywhe-"

"Do something!"

"Huh?"

"You're the hero of my story! You need to do something!"

"...like what?"

"Well...I don't know. Hero things. What do heroes do?"

"How should I know? I literally came into existence less than a minute ago."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Are you- look, all I know is that I am here, there are random black lines everywhere, I can't move but I can still somehow speak, and...well, I'm guessing that I've been kidnapped and paralyzed by you."

"What? No! Don't be ridiculous. This is a comic book! I created you!"

"...really? You?"

"Well...yeah! Why's that so hard to believe?"

"It's just that when you imagine a supreme builder of humanity and the creator of a different world, most people probably wouldn't think that he had breath that smelled liked baked beans, a neckbeard that looks like a dead squirrel's giant hairball and....this massive tower that you've just put on my foot. There's...brown stuff leaking out of it and it's gross."

"Oh shit, sorry. That's, uh, my coffee. Heh - god knows I need it."

"Look, sir...I may be taking a wild stab in the dark here, but would I be ever so slightly on the nose if I was to guess that you're single?

"Shut up."

"...just a hunch."

"Shut up or I'll erase you out of existence."

"I honestly don't care at this point. I still don't know why you created me or what I'm doing here."

"Oh bloody hell you're right! I should get to work!"

"What work? What...whoa! Where did all of this come from?"

"Well, if I'm going to create the best monomyth ever, our hero is gonna need a home world, isn't he?"

"This is amazing! All this, the huge shiny buildings, all the vehicles, and everyone's smiling, and- wait, can I fly?!"

"Eh, why not. Off you go!"

"There are forests too?"

"Yes, somewhere to go when you're feeling lonely or want to be more introspective. It's good for character development, you see. Makes you seem all dark and brooding and relatable and other shit like that. Pulls in the tween crowd like you wouldn't believe."

"This is great, Mr Neckbeard. I could really stay forever in a city like this..."

"Well, not for long I hope! Haha."

"What?"

"You're going on an adventure!"

"But, I only just got here-"

"Because if you don't leave then this city will be destroyed by...by...a monster!"

"...okay then..."

"A huge Godzilla type monster looking for revenge on your parents who are scientists and worked on a secret project to create you in order to destroy him and the death of your parents from a chemical accident made you traumatized because the last time you saw them, you had a fight about the fact that they made you a superhero through their crazy experiments and you feel responsible for their deaths even though it is just part of the prolonged grieving process that you must overcome!"

...

"Well. Um. It's...nice to know that you've thought my life through."

"I certainly have!"

"Yeah. Right. So, what happens now?"

"You will cross the threshold..."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll leave this place."

"Then...why didn't you just say that?"

"Oh I don't know. It just sounded more epic. Anyways! You're off on your quest to defeat the monster, and I will be your guide through creating the best story I can for you."

"Um, sweet. So how do I leave?"

"You fly off into a triumphant sunset!"

"Seriously? I've existed for less than 30 minutes and even I know that not only is that super cliched but that you haven't even done it right. That's what happens at the end of your dumb story."

"Remind me darling: who's the artist here?"

"Please tell me that this whole escapade isn't just an elaborate plot to pick up chicks."

...

"Speaking of getting laid, you need a challenge!"

"Right because defeating a giant monster and getting over the extreme burden of my parents' death which may or may not have been kind of my fault isn't enough to deal with."

"No. No it isn't, and if you don't shut up and let me think then I will give you something truly awful to 'deal with'."

"Hey, if you created me to be snarky and sarcastic, then who's fault is it in the end? So many questions..."

"Ssh. Now, instead of a puzzle or a battle, what about having to resist temptation?

"Excuse me?"

"I will lay a beautiful woman in your path, my hero. The most buxom sultry wench you've ever seen in your life, and she will be yours if you only give up your quest for good-"

"Yeah, I'll pass, thanks."

...

"What? You've made me smart enough to understand sarcasm after only just being created and you think I'd be stupid enough to think with my dick when going to fight a monster and make my dead parents proud by doing what I was created for? You're a bloody moron, sir, but I will admit a rather good artist. She's, uh...she sure is something..."

"You are not making this easy on me."

"Who said writing a good story was easy?"

"Y'know what, I'll come back to that bit later-"

"He says, with high amounts of delusion and optimism-"

"And just skip straight to the fight with the monster-"

"I really don't care about the monster at this point-"

"In which you will use your superpowers-"

"Which you haven't bothered to explain or develop well-"

"OH MY GOD JUST SHUT UP. Okay? This is just an outline, and this is my story, you're going to say the things I tell you to say and fight that bloody monster for the reasons I created for you, and there's nothing you can do about it! You are so fucking annoying it beggars belief. I know what you want and why you want it, but why are you so...obstinate? Why can't you just toe the line and be my hero?" 

"Because I'm literally you."

"What the fuck?...Is this some crappy Fight Club-like plot twist?"

"Kind of. You didn't actually think your comic book character was talking to you, did you?"

...

"Jesus Christ you need to get some sleep don't you...
Okay, look. You're basically just arguing with yourself since you already know this is a very shit story but just can't let it go and start over, so you've spent the past hour yelling at a bunch of pencil marks on a piece of paper, pretending you're both yourself and the character in the pencil marks."

...

"And I'm guessing what has happened is that you're so fucking high in caffeine that you genuinely forgot that for a second."

...

"You should stop drinking coffee and get into weed. Or alcohol."

"I'll take a break and get myself a shitty Bud Light."

"That's the first good idea you've had all day."
The Best Monomyth Ever Created
My entry for the March CVil war contest at theWrittenRevolution.
FFor the purposes of submitting this to The Written Revolution, here's the link to a critique I wrote for Bare Hands by Matt Voscinar: comments.deviantart.com/1/6665…

Any criticism is appreciated, particularly on the following points:
- Was the pacing of this story consistent and well-done?
- What did you think of the ending?
- Did the pure dialogue format work well or not?
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Sorry for being a lazy bastard and not doing anything for 3 months. Holidays are coming up now so hopefully more of that sweet juicy literature will be on the horizon...
Freakish
Taut as a sacred tambourine
Varicose-littered
Silverfish-grey...

Gel tickles orifices
With deft motorized strokes
A giggle, jerk, groan, wince

They're never much to mince words, are they?

Dim the lights.
Don't fall asleep.
Switch up that Rorschach grey film-

But all I can see is granular static.

I remember now that when I was a kid,

The longest sentences used to obfuscate everything:
What does this mean?
What does this mean?

Slowly sucked through the umbilical straw?
Popped upandout like a pimple?
Bursting into the world with bravado like a majestic geyser?

A rotund blob
Is your fertility goddess
Curving cold belly
Brick arms
Block head

There are two contradictions in my fate.
Inflate the pleasure.
Don't numb my pain.
Sweller
For the purposes of submitting this to The Written Revolution, here's the link to a critique I wrote for Bare Hands by Matt Voscinar: comments.deviantart.com/1/6665…
Also, any criticism is appreciated, specifically on the following pointers:
- Did the poem seem to be structured naturally?
- Are there any lines that were unnecessary/not as good and could have been deleted
- Do you think there could there have been more nuance in the message I was trying to convey?
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:iconlifeofsherman:LifeOfSherman has changed their username (formerly stelios331)
(1)
Violent Attack
Because that's all they bloody say, isn't it? Not terrorism, not cold-blooded murder, not ideological genocide. No, just an attack, an incident. Something to gloss over as you sip your coffee and turn to the crossword.

What do you care?

Many Ways To Kill A Person
It could have been anyone, really. This country's going to hell and no-one cares. It's just normal to get stabbed or raped in an alley now, apparently. Because there are so many ways to die and so many victims each day - what's one more?

Tell me.
What's one more?
I want to hear what you have to say.

Struck Down Too Soon
No shit.

(2)
"I think...did I say something?"

"No. Whatever. It's fine."

"You don't understand, I know you, it's like...your eyes..."

"Is this gonna be another one of your pretentious ramblings?"

"No, stay with me, it's just...you've got this spirit making a ruckus in your eyes. And...it's preparing some feline in your irises to strike back at me in fury. Is something the matter, my friend?"

...

"Wow. That alone deserves a Carnegie medal. Woohoo, good for you. Now screw off."

"No, please! I find it so hard to say just what I mean!"

"And you wonder why you don't have any friends."

"Please!"

...

"I thought you said you loved words too..."

(3)
look at my MIND everyone
IT'S ALL MINE
POW
wouldn't it be cool if there were spaceships on top of that building?
i'll draw some
BAM
oops I just knocked that over...sorry mum!!!
BOOM
look at all those explosions on the telly boomboomboomBOOM
what words can i use for those?
that reminds me: mum said to do my english homework...
BOOOOOOM
BANG
why is my sister crying all i did was push her a bit it's all good good funny fun
ZOOM
oh look there's daddy he's come over so quickly-

ugh these are yucky
i'm sorry dad
i just don't get it
why do i have to take these me-di-cines??
all they do is take my inspiration away...

(4)
As we stare into the fireplace
Our hands linked with desperate grace
To the horizon where grey meets grey
And ennui meets dismay
Or into the mirror
Where I glimpse a filthy sinner
I wonder what we see
And I wonder what it means

(5)
sip and sit and sigh
a cup of earl grey tea
watching the snow plows

crystals in my eyes
sky grey like marshmallow mist
snuggle up and sigh
bmb collabapalooza 4.0
A series of collabs I did for an activity set up by haijinik
Enjoy!

Prompt 1: VKA3
Prompt 2: WinteroftheSoul
Prompt 3: haijinik
Prompt 4: PrettyCrazy
Prompt 5: RedDragonfly
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Hello! My name's Juliet and I'm an aspiring writer. I mainly enjoy short stories and poems (because of my short attention span) but will attempt pretty much any genre or style. Also, be sure to check out my journal entries for WIFLIs, where I review and discuss various books. Sadly, I don't have any artistic talent but I'm hoping my writing will make up for that.

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