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PE: Literature Critique TipsAs part of Project Educate Critique week, the Community Volunteers would like to share more art specific elements to consider whilst giving good critique.PE: Literature Critique Tips1 year ago in Projects More Like This
Today we are looking at the Literature gallery, with our Top Tips.
Before you startREAD the piece all the way through.
The Tips!
These tips are areas which aren't just necessary in critiquing others' work, but also when self-critiquing your own writing. This is one person's suggestions and I welcome any further tips in addition.A good opening. The opening to any form of writing doesn't necessarily need to involve a physical explosion, but it needs to have an initial hook; something to entice the reader in. It needs to be clear, something that
CAPTAIN: SALE POWERS!CAPTAIN: SALE POWERS!1 year ago in Personal More Like This
ZEE CAPTAIN IS WELL KNOWN FOR REAL-ESTATE-AGENCY AND OTHER ITEM OF INTEREST SALE POWERS!
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE CAPTAIN SELL FOR YOU?
While you had blacked out...While you had blacked out...1 year ago in Happenings More Like This
- Google Blacked out its Logo (still live)
- Multiple Senate sites were brought down:
"Mark Begich (D - AK)? His site's down completely. Barbara Boxer (D - CA)? Her is loading like it's hosted on a Palm Pilot. And yes, Patrick Leahy (D - VT), you who co-sponsored PIPA—your site is all the way down. Dead. Gone." from Gizmodo
- Every student at my school got pissed because Wikipedia was down when they went to do research
- A wonderful gallery was put together of what an internet protest looks like: From Gizmodo: http://gizmodo.com/5877122/this-is-what-an-internet-protest-looks-like/gallery/1
Happy Blackness!
Are you good at critiques? Then Help w/ Peace FilmHey Guys!Are you good at critiques? Then Help w/ Peace Film1 year ago in Film More Like This
So, I did this previously with a couple of Seniors (Very helpful!), but I wanted a couple more people to give me a hand.
As you all know, I am in the final stages of the Symbol of Peace Film. With that, comes a little "Beta Testing" to see how people like it. If you are interested, I will be inviting just a couple of people to take a look at the film early.
If you apply (by commenting below) you must be ready to:
- Watch a 12 minute short film (That yes, is watermarked and low quality)
- Write me back within 24 hours with what you think and any suggestions you might have
What I will give you as a thanks:
- You will be credited in the film
- I may take your suggestions (though, no promises)
If you are interested, please comment below, I will note you shortly with details if I'd like your help.
Best,
Zev V.
`TimberClipse | @zevimages | Web | facebook
TRANSPORT?:iCONzeecaPTAINplz: :TRANSPORT?1 year ago in Personal More Like This
MINIONS! YOUR CAPTAIN GOT TIRED OF WALKING AND THUS REQUIRES A NEW FORM OF TRANSPORT! HOW WOULD YOU GET CAPTAIN FROM POINT A) TO POINT B)?
USE DA MURO FOR VISUAL RESULTS IF U CAN HAS ART POWERS!
All the KingsAll the king's horsesAll the Kings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all the king's men.
Couldn't put me back
Together again.
For, you
Hold that piece.
PebblesSoft ripples of water licked at smoothed rock.Pebbles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain pattered upon leaf after leaf,
Falling from the silence of the air.
Small pebbles rolled about the shallow streams,
Lifting weightlessly to the surface with a mere brush of water,
Then falling so quickly as if they became boulders.
The current carried the small round things
Onward down an unknown path.
The pebbles' little forms crashed together,
The sound only a mere tick muffled by bubbles.
The pebbles wash up on the banks of the growing river,
Left behind to follow a different path.
Yet, no matter what happens to those little pebbles,
They carry their burdens so carelessly,
L
Life of a StoryGive me a even shard of a thoughtLife of a Story1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I use its colors to expand it
Into a palette of ideas
My imagination blobs them
Onto a blank canvas
They mix and swirl
Into deeper points
Until my mind
Connects the dots
Adds details and faces
Hopes and dreams
Goals and greed
They form a tight web
With a beginning
A middle
An end
A story
Who are we?What we createWho are we?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful portrait is created ,
Through our distinct imagination.
Our heart is formed,
By those we choose to love.
What we see,
Is done by simple and risky decisions.
A genius is made,
From what they dream.
Who are we?
Of course not a lifeless soul.
But an empty canvas,
Bound for greatness,
Through God's working hands.
SilenceClosed doors that I declare areSilence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaving my soul breathless
live to tell concrete skies that
there is no limit
but you will
never
reach
it.
I wandered over the stepping stones
made of the
lost, dead soldiers
that had ventured this way before
leaving behind all who soon forgot the
sun.
One always saw
the dry, barren landscape
a wisp of stale air
running toward the horizon inside
the foggy windows
of her eyes.
Nobody felt the quiet
difference
when the technologic voice they
cradled, with both hands
broke their
hearts.
It's not cold here,
I said
once before long ago.
It's lukewarm and caring because
it is supposed
Prodigy: Chapter 1 Part 1- City of RefugeDeep within the dusky hollows of the ever darkening world, a corridor of lonely houses and burnt-out rooftops, buildings run-down and worn from years of war, sheltered the narrow streets. Alleyways coursing like veins divided them, creating channels through which refugees and orphans alike hid, living like outcasts in their own homes.Prodigy: Chapter 1 Part 1- City of Refuge1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wild dogs lingered through the streets, strays begging at doorsteps for food, shunned away for fear of diseases they may carry. The dogs skulked away, their heads hung low, casually sniffing and grunting at old refuse, scrounging for small morsels, lapping up any dew left behind by the night.
It was getting c
The ExplorerFrom the moment I came into existence, I was infatuated with what lay beyond. The unknown was the cornerstone of my very active imagination. I would lay awake at night, fantasizing about what had not yet been discovered. I was so fascinated with the explorers most likely because life here was so boring. Everyone had the same job, the same lifestyle, the same everything. It was boring to the point of depression, I felt as though I was not being stimulated intellectually. However, I only pursued my education to learn about the past explorers. Otherwise, I would have already given up on it, being that I was a slow learner, especially in areasThe Explorer2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
PE: Typography Critique TipsAs part of Project Educate Critique week, the Community Volunteers would like to share more art specific elements to consider whilst giving good critique.PE: Typography Critique Tips1 year ago in Projects More Like This
Today we are looking at the Typography gallery, with our Top Tips provided by the wonderful assistance of ^pica-ae
Check out the tips!
Readability!
This is one of the first lessons you learn in Typography: "Keep the text readable!" If nobody can read, what you wrote, what's the sense in it?
Now keep in mind that this relates to Design! In Design, Typography is a tool that helps you convey a message. If Typography stands on its own, as an artform or sub-category to Art, this rule is no longer decisive.
If you look at Art, rules are meant to be broken!
There are two sides to why it may be okay for a piece to lack readability.
Too many fonts / Hard to read single words. You can find this very often with music quotes. By using different font siz
Long DivisionPainted pathwaysLong Division1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of cracked flags,
Barriers between, lifeless
And once alive.
They reach up beyond our sight
Into space
Ever-extending separation.
The eternal contemplation of differentiation,
Crushing similarity and acceptance throughout
The universe.
Dead Hearts - Soldier OnI wasn't sure what we would do now. Separated from the other like this, could we really survive? Just the three of us? How strong were we really? More importantly, how could we get even stronger? This wasn't high school, this wasn't teenage drama; this was do or die. As it was, the three of us had barely been making it through life normally, Now to try and do the same in that life shrouded in such darkness? It was…frightening. It was discouraging. But it was possible.Dead Hearts - Soldier On1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Watching the two most important people in my life sleeping- Lyla's head on Damien's shoulder, Damien's head atop hers, both bathed in the warm orange glow of the setting
City of Lights-Chpt 1The City of Lights:City of Lights-Chpt 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gabriela frowned at the sight of darkness.
It was obviously time to get up but something irked her to be exposed to such darkness. It wasn't at all complimentary to her dark features and it only made her blend in with her surroundings.
It might've been because she was forced awake from her good dream. She couldn't remember much, but she did remember the sight of a meadow. It was continuous and very hilly. she had seen many meadows before at events and such but something in the dream gave a distinct difference. It was shimmering sight, a type of light giving a very welcoming exposure. No light she knows of can give such
UntitledUnwritten,Untitled1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Undeniably,
To put it
Simply.
Six Word Story Around the World in 80 Days ContestHello, everyone! The judging for our tournament is nearly complete, but in the meantime, we're featuring the new contest going on over at :iconsixwordstories:!Six Word Story Around the World in 80 Days Contest1 year ago in Personal More Like This
A type of Flash Fiction, six word stories are (very) short stories with an exact word count: six words. #SixWordStories is the place where, alongside quality, quantity really does matter. Though these stories are so brief in length, they can be as profound, if not more, than the prose and poetry you see and read every day, partly because six word stories can tell us so much and yet contain so little.
Contest Begins:
January 1st
Contest Ends:
February 14th, 10pm GMT
Theme:
'Around the World in 80 Days' ...with a comical twist!
As put forward by ==TwilightPoetess, "The contest idea is to write a six word story about a journey "Around the World in 80 Days," with the use of humor.
For instance...
"Day eight:
Ripped my parachute. Again.""
Form:
Six word story
Guidelines:
:b
Get Your Art In a Film! 72 Hour Competition!As we are winding down the end of The Symbol of Peace film, we are coming to a few points we may need some more images.... That's where you come in.Get Your Art In a Film! 72 Hour Competition!1 year ago in Contests More Like This
If you would like to submit your art to have a chance to fit into The Symbol of Peace Film, pelase read the directions below. The piece of art must be VISUAL and must be submitted with all materials below for it to be used. In addition, we are not guaranteeing that these pieces are used.
To submit:
- Make a piece that is 1280x720 - 1920x1080 (ideally, exactly 1920x1080 pixels)
- Submit it with your: Full Name (as you'd like it displayed in the film), Location (Country (If US, include state)), and with a statement that you give permission for use in The Symbol of Peace and any other accompanying trailers, previews, etc.
- Images should be .JPG/.PNG Form
- The Image should have a PEACE SIGN (not the V for victory sign) in it, and should feature that!
- Images must be entirely your own work. NO STOCK
Tyeloria Prologue Lightning pierced the sky that night, thunder tearing through theTyeloria Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
gentle pitter-patter of the rain on the rooftops. The local pub was full
to the brim with raucous laughter, men fighting the chill of the night with a strong drink and a warm fire. It was here that the fate of a nation would be decided.
2 weeks ago
A woman on horseback approached the tavern, heavy with pregnancy. As she
neared the building, she faltered, and nearly fell from her small
horse. The sun beat down on her skin, and her face was ragged from the journey. As one of the few men inside noticed her, he rushed out to help her from the horse, being
BECAUSE OF YOUBECAUSE OF YOU!BECAUSE OF YOU1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna dance, jump and sing
spend my whole time just dreaming
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
and the sun in my heart
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I feel elated, joy drunken, pleased
Bubbling over with happiness anyway
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I wanna hug the whole world
kissing, caress lovingly, holding it in my arms
BECAUSE OF YOU!
Finally i can smile again,
feeling like doing thousand and one things
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I enjoy a new lease of life,
looking ahead, knowing everthing will get fine
BECAUSE OF YOU!
For the courage, the smiling,
the feeling like doing thousand things
the happiness, the fluttering
Burning SkyBurning SkyBurning Sky1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They sat together on the beach side by side watching the horizon. They had been there throughout the night, mostly in silence, just being together. The sky was bathed in a cascade of greens, purples, and reds. The auroras had been present since the start of event, now they were so bright that they blocked out most of the stars. Only the last fleeing shuttles broke the dramatic skyscape, too distant to hear, their powerful fusion engines glowed a vibrant white making them look like inverted meteors falling up into the sky.
It began almost one week ago. The first indication that something was terribly wrong was when their s
Princess for a Loved OneYou are the princess of the sun,Princess for a Loved One2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
a blazing heart that's true,
you are the princess of the night,
kind and cool attitude.
You are the princess of love,
with sweetness and warm smiles,
and you are the princess of magic,
whose wonders are heard for miles.
RadioactiveRadioactiveRadioactive3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The countdown is starting
Its deep down to my core
The fuse is slowly burning
Things wont be like before.
The fumes are quickly rising
Alarms are glowing red
All I hear is screaming
I don’t remember anything you said
Quickly run away
And don’t bother turning back
The chemicals are spreading
As my skin starts turning black.
Don’t touch me I might be toxic
Too close; I may infect
My heart is slowly dying
Its time for my descent
But do not say a eulogy
Don’t cry at my farewell
The meltdown had been coming
You just couldn’t tell.
The fires are finally fading
Smoke is clearing out
The chaos has now e
Sta.sh
