Literature GroupsA listing of groups here on DA devoted to literature(including fan fiction), divided by poetry and prose.Literature Groups2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
EDIT: groups devoted to song lyrics also now listed.
I aim to help groups by giving them some publicity and also to help writers find groups that can help them spread their work about; if you know of any group not on the list, please tell me. And if you are a member of any group listed here and you want me to include something about it, like 'we have regular writing contests' then just say so and I'll include them.
I am a flawed being, so it is entirely possible that I have made a mistake with any one group's listing; if you notice that I have, please tell me.
I will be updating this, so check back often!
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
Friendship Can BeFriendship can be pureFriendship Can Be3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It can be hard to track sometimes, time that is. We are aware of it but we never truly realise just how fast it can pass by as we swept along in it's wake.
When we are young we do not think of the future behold the simple abstract view of the world that the young can have. To us the future was just another second of play, another second of laughter, another second of tears.
Friendship can be innocent
We spent our days, my dear friend, in the fields of youth. The sky was always blue to our innocent minds, even when the day was one of rain and cold, the sky was blue to us.
We played in the mud, we picked daisies and made daisy chains and we didn't have a care in the world. The future was too distant for us to consider, there was only the present moment.
Friendship can be hope
We held hands and skipped through the puddles left by the rain. We would share food that our mothers made for us and
Phineas and Ferb: Truth or Dare?Phineas and Ferb: Truth or Dare?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Truth or Dare?
Thirteen-year old Isabella Garcia-Shapiro skipped up to the worn wooden gate that separated the driveway from the Flynn-Fletcher backyard. She paused for a moment to adjust the pink ribbon tied around her raven braids before reaching over and flicking the rusted latch up. Hey, guys! She greeted, flashing an adorable smile at her redheaded crush. Whatcha doin?
Nothing. Phineas answered, flicking his head to give a smile of greeting to the girl.
Isabella frowned slightly, closing the gate behind her. Nothing? She repeated, a bit dubious. It wasnt very often Phineas answered her catchphrase with nothing. She cast a glance at his brother, who was lounging against the trunk of their sacred tree with his eyes closed. It seemed Ferb was as content to do nothing as Phineas was.
Sure. We havent had a do nothing day in a while. Phineas explained. Sometimes its good to ju
Secondary Superpowers1. Adaptive - ability to use various sensesSecondary Superpowers6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Animal Control - ability to control animals as weapons
*3. Animation - ability to bring inanimate objects to life or to free an individual from petrification
*4. Astral Projection - ability to separate and control one's astral body
5. Chemical Absorption - ability to absorb chemicals
6. Chemical Secretion - ability to release chemicals
7. Claws - weapons that are used by hands
8. Controlled Bone Growth - ability to build bones
9. Cosmic Awareness - omniscience (ability to know everything)
10. Darkness Manipulation - ability to create darkness by accessing dark energy and control it
11. Density Control - ability to increase/decrease density of an object/one's self
12. Dimensional Manipulation - ability to make wormholes to transport between 2 locations
13. Duplication - ability to create physical copies of one's self (self-replication)
14. Earth Manipulation - ability to control earthly objects
15. Emotion Control - empathy (ability to read
A Night with TREAIve always thought that I lived a very boring, very normal life for someone my age, a sixteen-year old second year high school Japanese student. I went to a good high school, made decent grades, and then stayed to train with the volleyball team. Id go home, exhausted but satisfied, and be greeted by my Okaa-san and my little sister, Eiko. After taking a bath I would finish all my homework for the day, which would sometimes take longer that I would expect, and collapse onto my bed. Then I would wake up the next day, and the whole cycle would start all over again.A Night with TREA6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Im not saying that its necessarily a bad thing, of course. I know I have life pretty easy, especially compared to some of friends and classmates. Still, I want something interesting to happen in my life, just for once.
I guess I should have been careful what I wished for.
Today was the same as any other day. After getting ready, I walked to school with Risa and Kimiko. Thinking back on it, I should have
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes.Never mind. Always. I was stupid to let a psychologist attach onto me. As if I didn't get enough pointless therapy in Arkham! I had to bring a doctor outside as my own personal advisor. Idiotic.
What is this? Its a journal. Me scribbling my "thoughts" on a paper. She's making me do it. She's watching me right now. I ask her what the hell to write, and she suggests writing my current actions. That's what I'm doing.
Now I'm out of things to write. But you know what's funny? I can't write that I'm staring at a blank piece of paper, because that would be lying. I can however, write "Fifteen minutes ago I was staring at a blank piece of paper."
I know how to annoy her.
I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am wr
She says that doesn't count. Now I have to sit here for another hour. Nothing is stopping me from leaving. Her glares don't intimidate me.
Hell with this.
She made me write that
Old message :FrUK:Old message :FrUK:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, happy birthday to me. England opened the whisky's bottle and drank a sip of it. It was his birthday once again, and as always, he was ready to spend his birthday completely alone. Everyone forgot about it and he didn't bother to remember them. Why should he, anyways? To have some excuses and maybe a birthday party? No one said his birth was something that needed celebration anyways. He'd put more effort into celebrating his own funeral, actually.
The phone rang, and he tried hard to not shout at whoever had the great idea to call him while he was getting drunk. When he heard the other's voice trough the mobile phone, the only thing which restrained him from smashing the device into pieces was that then he had to buy another one.
England clenched his fists, mentally counting to 10. No, hanging up wasn't a good idea: knowing the Frenchman's stubborness, he'd probably come to his house to talk, and if he did nothing would stop the younger blond from punching h
APH - Worth the pain - SpamanoWorth the painAPH - Worth the pain - Spamano4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Olive eyes were dulled with exhaustion. Nevertheless, they refused to rest closed. Lovino lay on the hospital bed, calmly recalling the moments when he thought his pregnancy had made him completely useless.
He hadn't been allowed to go out, Antonio made sure of that, so Lovino had been left to wander the house until tiredness took over him and he'd had no option but to retreat to the dorm or couch, whatever was closer, to take a little nap.
At first the Italian thought he was going to pass out of boredom, sure Antonio kept him well attended but, it was never enough. Then months started to roll by and Lovino found there were some things that could be done before the baby was born, like decorating the new room soon-to-be-nursery, or buying all the items they might need in the future (at least he was allowed to shop online, dammit), as girly as all that may sound; but fuck he was pregnant, what could be more unmanly than that?
At least Lovino had had some fun dragging his S
Japanese Lesson 1-1: IntroJapanese Lesson 1-1 （日本語レッソン１−１） Introducing yourself to others （自分を紹介）Japanese Lesson 1-1: Intro6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Let us say you were in a Japanese school, in reality. You have no friends, and have no idea what to say. In this lesson, we will learn how to introduce ourselves to others.
始めましょう。(Let us start.)
Terms/phrases you may use:
1. 私の名前は。。。(watashi no namae wa . . . )
My name is . . . .
*You will insert your name in the (. . . . .).
2. 私は。。。歳です。(watashi wa . . . sai desu.)
I am . . . . years old.
*Same as the example above, you will insert your age in the (. . . .).
Some helpful hints for Transfomation writersSome helpful hints for Transformation writersSome helpful hints for Transfomation writers1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
As a fan and novice transformation writer, I like to step back and really look at works I, or a friend have written and look a the closer detail of things (you could call it nitpicking in a way). But I also like to throw tips, tricks, what-to-do's and what-not-to-do's around in a critical way that's also constructive; One thing you want to do in transformation writing is include lots of detail right?
Wrong! But hear me out!
Yes, describe the setting, the transformation, the trigger and the character in detail. However, impertinent elements, such as how far the person walked down the lane, or the color if the neighbors bike, do not need to be thrown in. It's all about how much detail you use and where. Don't pour it all out at the transformation itself and skimp on the exposition, character or the aftermath.
Since the transformation is happening to a conscious being (duh), they will obviously sense it with all
Psychotic Romance-Part 1You sat in your room at the hideout, smearing white makeup onto your face and neck. You followed this with black makeup around your eyes and on your lips. You tied your hair into two ponytails on top of your head. You had previously dyed one side of your head blood red, opposite your natural black. Pleased with your makeup, you slipped into a comfy black shirt and pants, boots and gloves. You put your clown mask on the top of your head, securing the elastic band under your ponytails. You strapped on your black belt that held your handgun and your switchblade. You posed briefly in the mirror, then walked out into the main room.Psychotic Romance-Part 12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joker was already sitting on the old, beaten-up couch, loading his gun. On the coffee table were a few bullets and his mask. His stringy green hair hung loosely over his face and hunched shoulders. He wore his usual makeup: white face, black eyes, and red
Brothers In Blood Pt. 65Brothers In Blood Pt. 654 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey sis? You mind getting me a drink?" The words that rolled quietly from his tongue felt thick and slow like molasses.
"Sure." Meme turned around with a worried frown.
"Oh no, let me." Bastion kissed Menate's cheek. "Stay with your brother. It's too crowded in here. I can get through easier."
"Thanks babe." Her smile was back as she patted the front of his coat.
"No problem my little bird." He didn't even wave a hand or make a motion towards his bodyguard. The dark man only turned and the thundering mountain followed. It was easier for Bastion because the bodyguard made a path.
"Hit me faster than normal. You know I can usually hold it back until we get on stage." Putting down his amp again, Lleu leaned against the wall and rubbed at his tired, dry eyes. "I'm sure your beau now thinks your brother is a flake." He managed to pry his eyes open and give his sister a shaky smile that quickly faltered. "Maybe this is a bad idea. This night may be too much."
"If you need to go, I will go w
TF2: A Scout's Story Chapter 1"BONK!" announced the Scout as he smashed yet another cranium with his metal bat running away before his slightly dazed target manages to hit him, diving at nearby explosives to hide in the clouds of smoke and debris. It was just another day for him; hit-and-run and that's just how he liked it.TF2: A Scout's Story Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He continued to run as he made his way around from the surrounding cross-fire between his team and the BLUs, towards the enemy base, he could see blurred figures of his fellow teammates but he didn't have time to worry about them, they can handle their own problems.
He had a job to do like the rest of them.
The Scout knew his whole team depended on his speed to get the enemy intel and finally get the upper hand in this never-ending war with the BLU team, and here at 2fort is were they'll do it. He ran through the sewers, the smell didn't faze him for he didn't think about anything else except to get that intel.
"Take the route that leads to the winding staircase, there is an Engineer lying in wa
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
Black Rabbit - Part twoBlack Rabbit - Part two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The raven haired teen awoke to the light pitter patter of rain on the rooftop and windows. It was now the third morning since he and Shiloh met, and the two of them had become quite good friends in that time; despite the time being so short. But Casey made sure to keep his distance, as he always did. In his mind, no one could be fully trusted. Not even little boys that wore fluffy bunny hoodies, glittery converse, let alone pink hair.
To the beat of the light rain; Casey lifted his head from the foreign pillow and looked around. The first thing he saw, of course, was the strange gentleman lying next to him. Guessing from his own nudity, Casey could tell that his company was without clothing as well. Being as silent as possible, the teen slipped out of bed, quickly got dressed, and searched around for the man's wallet. Of course the fool had left it on the nightstand, out in plain sight. With that sly grin of his, Casey picked it up and plucked out whatever bills were inside, then slid
That Boy - Page 1That BoyThat Boy - Page 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fan Fiction by JokerAgentChaos on deviantart.com
Eighth grade. Oh boy, let me tell ya! It's a nightmare for the nerds and little kids who haven't gone through puberty, but heaven for the popular kids, the punks, the bullies, the hot girls.
There were many classifications in middle school that a kid can slip into.
For girls, you were either a sweet, nice girl who got good grades, or a hottie; a snob. The one with all the popular kids.
It was tough being in this top category. The category I'm in. Anyway back to my rambling!
Let's see, now for guys there's the "Nerds", of course. Computer geeks, smarty's, you know the works.
Then there's the "Jocks"; the basketball, football die-hards. Tall with their teen muscles developed, they have all the girls after them, they have the practices every day after school.
Then there's the punks, the gangsters, the "cool" guys. Yep! Those are the main three labels for guys.
There are some people, just a few, who don't fit in any grou
Youtubers and the supposedly dead girlYoutubers and the supposedly dead girlYoutubers and the supposedly dead girl2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Toby answered his door with a yawn. It was getting kind of late, even for him. There standing on his porch was his good friend Felix, or Pewdiepie to his many fans. The Swedish man looked shaken, but what caught his eye was the unconscious little girl no older than six in Pewdie's arms.
"Toby I need your help." He said in a hoarse voice. He was sweating and out of breath like he had ran all the way there.
"Explain to me what happened" Toby said as he sat in the waiting room of the hospital.
"I found her unconscious on the side walk when I was walking around town. There was no one around and she looked really sick so I picked her up and that's when I ran to your house because I didn't know where the nearest hospital was. I haven't lived here very long, remember?" Felix explained frowning slightly. That's when the nurse walked out.
"Are you two her...fathers?" She asked warily glancing between the two.
"No! He found her I drove them h
Suum CuiqueThe sun gently brushed it rays against the cheeks of the young boy as his tears began to evaporate with time. He was sure that he would lie against that bedspread for the rest of his life if no one moved him. Sadly, he knew that no one would come to his aid this time. No one was left to give a damn that time.Suum Cuique3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rain wasn't going to stop pouring until he budged from that sticky and now sweaty pile of sheets, letters, and tears. Peeling back all those painful layers was trying to convince yourself that pulling the band aid off slower makes it hurt less. It was both untrue and pointless.
Sounds of rain drumming against the metal roof was deafening and it only caused unnecessary pain for the blonde haired boy as his azure eyes began to well up with the same hot tears as just nine hours before he'd hit the bed. The sound of rain wasn't welcome anymore. It was just painful to bear and now it was like a needle under Ludwig's skin with each drop.
After a while the rain was reduced to nothing but
Vietnam knows the answer.Vietnam knows all answers to all questions.Vietnam knows the answer.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Caution] Strong language ahead.
Russia: My sunflowers won't grow, da?
Vietnam: MIRACLE GROW THAT SHIT.
England: No one likes my cooking!
Vietnam: BITCH, USE A COOKBOOK.
America: You won't go on a date with me!
Vietnam: DAS CUZ YOU'RE ANNOYING.
France: England won't marry me...
Vietnam: HOE, YOU'RE A RAPIST. DAS WHY HE WON'T.
China: All my children are leaving me, aru!
Vietnam: I LEFT YOU CUZ YOU OLD BITCH.
Japan: Germany says I can't eat salty foods...
Vietnam: GO ON A DIET BEEEOOOOTCH.
Germany: Italy is being a pussy.
Vietnam: BITCHSLAP SOME SENSE INTO YO HOE.
Italy: DOITSU DOITSU DOITSU DOIT-
Vietnam: SHUTTHEFUCKUP BITCH.
Spain: Romano won't admit he loves me! D;
Vietnam: MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T MOLEST HIM EVERY HOUR. DAMN.
Romano: Spain keep molesting me! That Bastardo!
Vietnam: JUST TAP THAT SWEET SPANISH ASS AND GET IT OVER WITH.
Prussia: I don't need your help! I'm AWESOME!
Vietnam: INDEED YOU ARE BITCH. INDEED YOU ARE.
Hungary: Prussia is
Black Rabbit - Part oneBlack Rabbit - Part one2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rain had stopped sometime that morning, leaving everything reflective and crystal clear. Water crystals sliding down the countless trees at the foot of a grassy hill on the edge of town. At the peak of the hill stood a two story house however; white paneling and green trimming decorating the architecture. A balcony which had two sliding doors which led into the well kept house- but I'll get into that in a minute. Overall, The property felt so tranquil and was just plain gorgeous with the lake further down past the orchard. But as peaceful as it was looking out to the house, Looks can be deceiving.
"I can't believe you'd go on and do that without telling me!" Shiloh cried to his auntie as he dropped his face into a white and lacy pillow on the couch.
His parents had passed away years back, Making him have to leave Russia and live with his godmother Annie- And his only remaining memory from his past; was his Silver Marten bunny named Frodo. Frodo as in Frodo Baggins, from Lord of the
Evitar el estancamientoEvitar el estancamiento6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto últimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas, y en verdad, me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común, puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que están estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que, hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepasé, y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También, hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso, y, siempre, les apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso, decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que están "estancadas artísticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artísticamente, bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio, porque
If My Heart Was a House 5If My Heart Was a House 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Only the Beginning. . .
Waking up in a hospital bed, bruised and gashed is the last place I want to be. The time I woke up was when the nurse was inserting a new IV into my hand. "W-what happened?" I mumbled, the nurse looked at me and smiled warmly. "You were in a little accident sweety." Pfft, little? I nodded softly. "Ok, what's the damage?"
"Well, other than bruising and cuts here and there, you should be good. But we're going to keep you over night to monitor you just to be safe." I nodded as I watched her leave the room. I can't believe this happened, it all seems so unrealistic. I looked up at my IV and watched the clear liquid run down the thin plastic tube. "This is perfect, one damn deer in the middle of the road and I swerved into a boulder."
"God, what happened!?" I looked over to my mom standing in the doorway clutching my younger cousin in her arms. I smiled and shrugged lightly. "Deer ran in the road, I'll be fine but they're keeping me overnight to monitor me
25 Random Sayings25 Random Sayings7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
25 Random Sayings
1. I'm the kinda girl who walks into a chair and apologizes.
2. I'm not crazy my reality is just different from yours.
3. Not only to I fall down stairs, I trip up them as well - now that takes talent.
4. Don't follow in my footsteps I walk into walls.
5. Friends ask why your crying, best friends already have the shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry.
6. He said I love you, I sneezed and said "Sorry I'm allergic to bullshit".
7. Best friends don't let you do stupid things........alone.
8. A good friend lets you dance with your boyfriend, a best friend yells at him and says "NO SHE'S MINE".
9. Forget about the people in the past, theres a reason they didn't make it to your future.
10. Be a freak, being cool is over-rated.
11. Best Friends: They know how stupid you are and still choose to be seen with you in public.
12. You can't buy happiness but you can buy ice-cream; which is kinda' the same thing.
13. I wish my lawn was emo; then