Halloween is over and we're now ploughing firmly into whatever new season is approaching in your part of the world. We're making sure everyone is covered this week, with a poem to describe all four seasons, a short story that comes from a differently world entirely, and a piece of prosetry that discusses the act of writing itself.This week's features!
Poetic personification of the four seasons - there's something for everyone here.
' take on the interconnections between the four seasons and the sentiments within.
Xian watches over his domain, listening to the violent whispers of his trees, the murderous promises of his sword, and the hungry demands of his bestial sister. When an intruder arrives, Xian swiftly sets out to take him to task.
Here's something you really don't see every day: an original concept, fusing a broad range of influences and ideas, brought together in a very strongly written piece. But rather than just taking a good set of bulletpoints, 2FacedPhantom
has created a piece of literature which is utterly devoted to the creation and introduction of a single character.
As we write, our stories die upon the page. Only through the writer's skill and the reader's willingness may the story be brought back to life.sentienttreeStaff Changes and Recruitment
takes us on a dizzying trip through the world-altering powers of the writer, summoning a myriad of people and locales that feel both crisp and familiar.
We're still on the lookout for a Literature Scout to join our team! Lit Scouts are the heroes who help build these Round-ups each each. If you want to get involved, please send monstroooo
It's with great sadness that we say good bye to two
of our hardest working admins. The wonderful xlntwtch
has been with the group for a while now, helping to both moderate the galleries and compile these Round-ups. She gets through a lot of reading, and her years of editorial experience really helped make this feature stronger. Thank you, LJ!
The Perversity of WeSometimes on a quiet nightxlntwtch
due to my perversity,
or perhaps my common nature,
I dream awake of what may happen
should my twin die before me.
I may be walking calm and laughing
down city street or red rock ridge
and she would reach me over the miles
reaching straight to all five senses
reaching intense with her actions
reaching deep inside me.
Stronger than telepathies
often had when we were kids
stronger than futile restlessness
unexplained 'til mail arrives,
stronger than what may surround me
I know how she would reach me.
I would see her clear as day,
clearer than the sights around me
and I'd know her way of going
and how she takes it
and what she knows if she goes.
It would bind, it would blind me,
it would choke me up completely.
I would stumble, likely fall,
and knowing all, be speechless
in the face of reachless
closeness sundered by her pall,
Whatever takes her liveliness
I couldn't stand at all.
's last feature
And we've also had to say goodbye to Inkfish7
. Mike is one of the literature community's finest writers. He's not been here long, but has thrown himself into the community and been an instant hit. From writing excellent guides, fascinating and heartfelt stories, and leaving considered feedback, he's quickly become a pillar of the community. He's been publishing some of the Round-ups for a few months now (as well as producing some excellent
blurbs), and will be sorely missed.
ArchetypeThe man holds a grimy hand to her mouth and whispers something I can't hear. She squirms against the alley wall, and she shrieks, muffled through fingers. I pull out my gun.
The man's face jerks my way, and I look to his forehead. In the late evening darkness, glowing from his bald scalp is a violet tattoo: an X overlying a large circle. He's a Delinquent Archetype. A Thief.
"Step away from the woman!" I walk closer.
The Thief's eyes widen at my gun, but without missing a beat, he puts the girl between us and pulls her close. He has a knife pressed against her breast, where the tip pierces her blouse.
"You aren't going to do anything to this girl, are you Thief?" I say. "That wouldn't make your handlers too happy, you know." I press a button near the back of my gun, and the small, mounted screen blinks to life, displaying an ID number and a series of readings. One registers fear. It pulses. The Thief pales, almost to the girl's chalky degree.
This close, I can see pas
One of Inkfish7
's greatest hits.
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Missed any of our features this month? Our fabulous founder Sleyf
has compiled a Monthly Round-up
, which shows off her favourite four pieces from October. What do you think? Which was your favourite Round-up feature?
Friend of the group and all-round people's hero 0hgravity
has put together a lovely feature
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for Primeval amy-derfer
for Cookery Magnius159
for Wakefulness dy-ad
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