Good luck to all those who entered the competition, the judging will begin and results will be out next week!
Since there were no entries in the fantasy prose folder, only the romance poetry will be judged.
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recently posted the following text on groups page, it's worth it to have a look!This is to inform you about a writing contest in a literary magazine called Angie's Diary.
I post this because I know how difficult it is for a writer to be published - especially a young writer. They gave me a chance to be published in this magazine and I thought that other writers could benefit from the opportunity too.
Here is the link: angiesdiary.com/articles/messa… (there are explanations about the contest in a link posted in this article)
Good luck to all those who will participate**COMPETITION RULES!!!**
Categories: You can pick from fantasy prose or romance poetry
Folders - poetry:storiesandpoemsclub.deviantart…
prose - folder deleted
Duration: 6th of January - March 6th
Judging: Judging will be done separately for each category and we will have two first, second and third place winners, if anyone wishes to volunteer for judging let me know!
Prizes:First prize: Winners package from
Second prize: A literature or art request, it's the winners choice
Third prize: Featured in the groups/my journal entry for two months! art request volunteers: literature request volunteers:
I've been thinking about what I could do to make this group more awesome and came up with a number of ideas:
1. New admin members who can help with running extra things for the group. For example..having a featured folder where the admins pick the top best story, prose, etc..one for each category.
2. New competition for the festive season!!
In the past blog entry here are the results for the last competition if you missed them!First place:
How to Survive a CreepypastaStep one: Never ignore your instincts. by
Was that movement at the corner of your eye? Maybe you heard something out your window? Someone behind you sounds like they're walking a little too quickly for your comfort...
When something inside you is telling you something is wrong, chances are, something is. Lets call this our survival instinct. Animals have them, and they don't ignore them. They act. The difference with us humans is that we doubt ourselves. We tell ourselves we're being paranoid, that it was nothing. “It was just the wind”, “It was probably an animal”, or, everyone's favorite: “It was just my imagination.”
Eventually, it comes to a point you're in denial. You think that if you ignore it and pretend it's not there, then it'll go away. You've given your enemy the upper hand.
Step two: Don't give in to paranoia.
With step one in mind, it's important not to become constantly afraid. That fear and paranoia only feeds what it is yo
Home -A Horror Story Contest EntryThe day I came home from the army was one of the happiest days of my life. I had been brought home two months early from what was supposed to be a nine-month deployment. I was ecstatic to see my five-year-old son and wife who was due the next month to give birth to my second child. When I got off that bus and had my family in my arms again was pure bliss from the hell I had come from. I had served my time in a black zone, meaning a very dangerous place to be sent, and had seen many of my brothers-in-arms fall to enemy hands. But the war was over now, and I was home. The worse was over, or so I thought. Little did I know that this day, which was the first day of joy I had experienced in months, would be the last such day I would ever experience. by
When I got to the three-bedroom apartment I called home, and stood in the doorway, the first things I noticed were the walls. Before I left, I had remembered them being bright, cheery colors. My wife and I had painted them together not longer af
Siren's SongThe girl pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and tiptoed towards the open door. Peeking into the hall beyond to make sure her mother was nowhere to be found, she scurried out the door and hurried towards the loud noises and drunken laughter coming from a room farther along. Her family members from all over the country had come to visit and she wasn't going to let a little sickness spoil her fun. by
She loved when her family all got together like this and didn't want to miss a second of it; especially not her granduncle’s storytelling. Her mother always told her not to listen to a word the man said, but she couldn't help but join her younger family members in sitting by the fire and listening to one of his fantastic (and often completely fictitious) stories.
She reached the door at the end of the hall and peeked inside. Men passing around drinks, her mother nowhere to be seen, and her granduncle in his spot by the fire
Ktenology The dead weight was slowing him down. He struggled with the body, testing his own limits to drag the sack across the ground. The terrain of the woods tore into the bag, rending gashes in the black plastic skin. It was beginning to leak. by
Despite the trail he was leaving, he didn’t rush himself. No one was going to find this body. None of the clues would remain, and he had faith that this incident, like all of the others, would be swallowed up in the shadows.
There were enough shadows in this forest to hide what he done. A stream bubbled and frothed not far from here, and it fed into a larger tributary that eventually found the river. He had quenched his thirst from the banks of the stream many times, and watched it lick the blood from his skin. In return, he had watered the pines with the blood of men like the one in the sack.
The sun was warm and deep where it fell through the trees, slipping th
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Don't forget that there is a chatroom
available for members here:chat.deviantart.com/chat/stori… THEMES FOR THE NEXT COMPETITION:
1. Romance (done - both short story and poem style)
2. Action (done - short story style)
9. Sci fi
(to be updated with more ideas....)
* * *Anything that needs to be improved about the group or something you would like to add? Feel free to send us a note or comment on the page, we won't bite, promise!