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Celebrating Deviousness - April 2024

Apr 2, 2024

The Deviousness Award is given to one deviant each month in recognition of their exemplary contributions to DeviantArt and its community and has been a long-standing tradition since DeviantArt’s early years. @TheFulkrum is the recipient of April 2024’s Deviousness Award, so please join us in congratulating him! @TheFulkrum has been an integral part of the DeviantArt community for over 15 years, focusing on the connections between artists and bringing people together over care and shared interests. From countless art features to running and participating in a wide array of groups, he’s put over a decade of effort into helping artists create, improve, and shine, and his efforts show in how highly other deviants speak of him. It is an honor to recognize @TheFulkrum as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for April 2024! Hello! My initials are AG. As a young boy, all that mattered were my bedroom walls and the radio. That’s where I doodled the inside of my spaceship and listened to

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Trespassing

The building had been at the end of the road for as long as anyone could remember. Even though it was located somewhat centrally in the town, provisions and restrictions placed on the land by the deed prevented any serious encroachment of development around the land. A small cemetery placed at the rear of the building proved to be an additional and effective deterrent, even though it was an incidental deterrent. Thus, as the town grew, the building remained the one which everyone understood to be the church at the end of the dirt road. It was known as such even long after its services had ended and the property fell into private hands. Over time, series of new owners had respected the terms of the deed and did not parcel the land for development. Trees that bordered the property were allowed to grow into a wooded area, except to allow a buffer around the church. The cemetery was kept neat and groomed. The first owners of the church, who purchased

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March 2024 Literature DD-Round Up

Apr 3, 2024

If you should have missed any literature DDs in the month of March, here is the complete list for the whole month. Enjoy the beautiful writings and maybe you discover some new writers on DA. To suggest a literature DD, you can address to our CVs. You will find their guidelines below: Malintra-Shadowmoon's DD Suggestion Guidelines Malintra-Shadowmoon 's Features: Quotes: 01/03 (Never Cease by @purplecuriosity), featured by @Malintra-Shadowmoon 02/03 (Persons and Opinions by @GameUniverso), featured by @Malintra-Shadowmoon 03/03 (Deliverance by @PennedinWhite), featured by @Malintra-Shadowmoon 04/03 (Hope by @altus252), featured by @Malintra-Shadowmoon 05/03 (Let Death be Kind by @CursedPhilzaArt), suggested by @WyvernsWingsStudios, featured by @Malintra-Shadowmoon: "It was very well written, emotional, and in summary I'd say it was most likely one of the best poems I had ever read in a long time. It struck me very hard because I had to cope with a similar case

Literature News and Journals

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Literature

The Meat of the Matter: Creating Characters

Creating characters is my absolute favourite part of the writing process. I thrive on the sheer number of paths you can take to create just one character with their personalities, traits, quirks, wants and needs, back stories - the list is endless! But dreaming up one isn't just about hair length, eye colours, if they are left handed or right handed. They need to be more than their physical presence, and I know not everyone may think that an infinite number of ideas is as much fun, so let's take a look at a couple things that can be considered when you're creating a character. What is the most important thing about this character that you wa

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Daily Deviations under 1,000 Views (Vol. 36)

May 31, 2019

News and Journals

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Squanpie's DD Suggestion Guidelines

Apr 5, 2018

Hi, I’m squanpie (https://www.deviantart.com/squanpie) a Community Volunteer for literature. This means I have the honour of choosing Daily Deviations. But I need your help! The lit gallery is huge and I can’t possibly read everything. So I need you, the community, to send me awesome suggestions. :la: FAQ #61: What is a Daily Deviation? “An assortment of submissions are chosen each day by a select group of staff and volunteer members who wish to showcase work they have found impressive or otherwise interesting enough to deserve being brought to the attention of the community-at-large.” It's not an award. It means a work gets displayed site-wide for one

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the smell of cyanide in the morning.

. he was someone with thin-boned fists and thick muscle in his chest. f r a g i l e , yet strong and healthy, he was the s i l e n c e of a synagogue, sacred and still. until one day he went missing. the locks smashed, dusty boot prints walking themselves up and down his floors. (rabbi)t's breath lungs perched in a dove's rib cage, he was peace on a battlefield, an unwelcome guest, killed with the olive > branch > he carried. . countless skeletons passing down a staircase they'll never walk up again. it's only down, down, down for them from now o

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Contact Light

There is a shiver along my circuitry when he comes in to check on me. I hear my gears whirr faster, but only for a moment, before my system re-adjusts their speed. I watch him from the corner of my eye, the task before me boring, monotonous, while he is exciting, lively. Lively. I run the word through my processor, its meaning sparking along my wires, slithering between my circuit board. He stops in front of me, glasses falling against the bridge of his nose. He scribbles something on the clipboard he is holding and I watch as the ligaments and muscles flex in his arm. I rotate my vision down to my own arms, similar in design, but slimmer, m

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CLOSED - Flash Forward Fiction Contest 3019

May 4, 2019

This contest is CLOSED to entries! Thanks to everyone who entered! The official judging period begins now. While we wait for the judges to complete their scoring and winners to be announced, please check out the entry gallery! :ufo: :ufo: :ufo: Bathing. Fixing a broken toilet. Dental appointments. Cooking or preparing food. Keeping pets. Seeing a therapist. Going to concerts. Buying or building a house. Burying the dead. Getting to work or getting fired. Serving in the military, or returning to civilian life. Observing religion. Sex. These sorts of things - and more - are what this contest is about. We'll be asking you to imagine everyday

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the smell of cyanide in the morning. by vvlpes, literature

Literature

the smell of cyanide in the morning.

a good way to start by BipolarBearDisorder, literature

Literature

a good way to start

it's cold here, you know? it really shouldn't be a surprise to me, considering all of the snow that has piled up in the last few hours. it's hard to keep time when all i've got to go by is how long ago i've felt it's been since the streetlights turned on for the night. it's freezing but i find myself comfortable enough, the stinging pain on the tip of my nose and ears a not-so-gentle yet comforting reminder that there's still some life in me yet, despite how the previous year's been to me. perhaps i'll continue sitting here, in the cold, alone, contemplating and contemplating some more. just make sure to remind me to head back in before it g

monsoon season by dietcocaine, literature

Literature

monsoon season

the hotel rooms we haunt are filled with frenetic energy; i suppose that's why the television is on fire and we are sleeping in the flowerbeds. we lie in the stillness after the lights have all gone out, blood rushing in our ears (he still believes that it's the ocean you hear inside a shell) and the air is thick with the scent of gasoline in the heat: i ask him what he loves about me: "your hips," he says, "your hips roll like the sea, and all i can do is ride the waves."

Refuel. by KwisatzHaddascratch, literature

Literature

Refuel.

Sunset. The Texas sky was a royal shade of lilac fringed with burnt orange and various blues. The treeline had faded into one long, jagged shadow forming a hazy fence around the empty highway. A harvest moon had just cleared the top of the pines - a beautiful moon, sure, but small; it might have been the size of a nickel, but was probably closer to a dime. The moon never gets as big for us as it does for the movies. I was leaning against my beat-up old Dodge minivan in a deserted convenience store parking lot, staring idly into the twilit sky; I probably looked creepier than a bruised-up runaway with a knife and a grin and detailed opinions

Renewed by saiun, literature

Eclipse by ParalyticProcess, literature

Literature

Eclipse

You dreamed me. A breath in crescent pulses suddenly I am existing in your pillowed fantasies tucked beneath heavy eyelids. Soft, willing moon flesh there is magic in your bones. Vulnerable, we remained entwined carried by the night tide imperfect I am yours. -D.E.M

La ventana by vespera, literature

Literature

La ventana

i. In my dream Grandpa My stands in the veranda across from my apartment—as always, in the shade, and his linen shirt shows no perspiration from the heat. I believe we are in dry Madrid where I have not been for years. He has been dead twice as long, yet here he is: no death mask and his smile calm. Grandpa! I call. From my window our eyes meet. Grandpa! It's me! He remains smiling, but won't return my wave. ii. In the next dream Grandma Suzy comes to visit, maneuvers herself through the door of my Piso. Grandma, I say, hurry! Grandpa's here. She gives a girlish laugh and comes to my window. She is seventeen, as she was in Chicago

A Run-On Sentence About Staying Where You Are by vigour-mortis, literature

Literature

A Run-On Sentence About Staying Where You Are

In a halo of messy hair and metal shavings everywhere my thoughts return to you and what I would do if we were less constricted, if we were less restricted, by the paths we've chosen that leave us almost frozen in warm beds with full heads, busy days set in our ways and complacent with energy spent on getting by, forgetting why we are even here and it becomes clear that things just are the way they are and it doesn't matter that you make me nervous, that the only time my thoughts find purchase is when they return to you and what I would do if we were less constricted, if we were less restricted.

you are my oxygen by oliviacolomar, literature

Tinderbox by WhisperedInsanity, literature

Literature

Tinderbox

I left my deconstructed self in tidy piles on your still-warm bed sheets, not a bone out of place; every piece of me sorted and stamped so at least you’d see what you were getting yourself into. You gave me your fingernails; the stardust beneath them leaving gritty, sparkling trails on my palms that made my hands tingle: half panic, half desire. I sometimes wondered how we’d fit together; both of us quiet and awkward and luminous, collecting kindling like belly button lint in all our empty spaces, just waiting to start ourselves on fire. I hope you find a safe place to shine.

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