Literature GroupsA listing of groups here on DA devoted to literature(including fan fiction), divided by poetry and prose.Literature Groups3 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
Phineas and Ferb: Truth or Dare?Phineas and Ferb: Truth or Dare?2 years 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
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
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 Cuique4 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
Old message :FrUK:Old message :FrUK:4 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
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 14 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
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
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 13 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
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
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
SayingsIf your not my enemy your collateral damage.Sayings9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
To be worth killing is an honor.
Dying is for people who have morals.
Noone ever expects the teeth....noone...
Its only rape if their conscious.
Life is just the introduction to a book about how you die.
Never attempt an abortion with a fire poker. Lil bastards just grab on too the shaft and pull themselves out.
Condoms are for keeping the gun muzzles clean. Guns are for keeping the babies from being born. Dont confuse the two.
Lifes a bitch then everyone else dies.
World peace cannot be attained untill everyone on Earth is dead.
I eat virgins. Whole.
If life gives you lemons, squeeze some citrus in that bitches eye and steal its wallet.
Anixety is an addiction. Madness is my anti-drug.
Lifes a race. Ill give you a headstart...
Vietnam knows the answer.Vietnam knows all answers to all questions.Vietnam knows the answer.4 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
The Surfer and the Merman CH17The Surfer and the Merman CH174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I lost control again," Zain thought.
The albino merman was laying in his new bed, even though he knew he would not be able to sleep. He brought his hand to his forehead and gripped his white hair roughly in frustration.
"Why did I have to cry? Now he's going to be worried," Zain thought.
"Damn it," He found himself saying out loud, "Damn it! I shouldn't make him worry anymore."
Zain quickly became quiet as he heard some one entering the room. He pretended to be asleep, although he knew it probably didn't look believable because he was so tense. Even with his eyes closed, Zain knew that it was Nagisa that had entered the room. In comparison to Arun's loud and clumsy feet, Nagisa's steps were quiet and graceful. The steps grew closer and closer until he knew that Nagisa was standing right beside the bed.
"Keep your eyes closed. Keep your eyes closed," Zain repeated over and over in his head.
"He knows I'm awake," Zain thought as Nagisa continued to stand beside him, "He can see how tens
That Boy - Page 53I scratched the branch under me with my dirty nails, feeling the tough wrinkles in the thick skin of the tree. After a while of staring at the never-changing grey sky, I slid my hand in my hoodie pouch and brought out the handgun I stole from Officer Gordon. It wasn't clipped very securely in his holster, and he didn't notice it was missing from his belt when he left. I smirked and examined the elegant weapon. I easily identified it as a Pietro Beretta, the common police corps firearm. I read the "MOD.92FS-CAL9" Printed on the muzzle over a dark red stain; old rust-like blood that had waited too long to be washed off. The thought of Gordon killing someone was an absurd idea to me. He just seemed too innocent to murder anything. Maybe this gun was someone else's before it was his. The black hole at the tip of the muzzle seemed like a black hole of death.That Boy - Page 533 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked into it with wonder, holding the black plastic grip on the handle with both hands. After staring into that Beretta I closed m
Some of my favorite sayings1. We live in perverted times, my friend.Some of my favorite sayings6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2. I have so many people who love me, and i have so much to apreciate,so why do i still cry?
3.I'm sorry, i dont know how to say "fuck you" politely.
4. Peoplesay i have A.D.D but i think they are full of... ooh! kitty!
5. If i talk and i laugh to loud, im trying to forget that im sad.
6. A broken heart is a broken mirror, it is better to leave it broken than trying to hurt yourself trying to fix it.
7. You say you dont like to see me hurt, do you close your eyes when you hurt me?
8.It allways rains hardest on the people who deserve the sun.
9. Whats left of a heartache runs like rain from my eyes.
10.Cracks in the concrete are just reminders that you fall apart no matter how strong you are.
11. Sometimes people run away just to see if anyone cares enough to follow.
12. I did not fall for you, you tripped me.
13. Heaven dosnt want me and hell is afraid i might take over.
14.Honnysuckle, she is full of poison, she obliterated everything she kiss
Some helpful hints for Transfomation writersSome helpful hints for Transformation writersSome helpful hints for Transfomation writers2 years 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
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 13 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
Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part two of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The second part of Eyes of an Angel will no longer be available for viewing here, as it’s going to be published by Pants On Fire Press! I apologize to those who were looking forward to seeing the rest of the story and I hope that you can share in my excitement that it will soon be an illustrated book, with artwork by the incomparable Natsuki-3.
Thank you for your support and stay tuned for more news! Links to Pants On Fire Press’ website and facebook can be found in the comments. I will update this notice once it hits the shelves!
Again, thank you!
Random sayings.Open your eyes before you open your mouth.Random sayings.8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The moment you say "I love you" was the moment you decided he could put a gun to your head and it'd be just fine with you.
You never realize how much someone means to you until you step on them.
Jealousy is a good sign, it means they don't want to share.
What makes her "her"?
The color of her eyes?
The shape of her face?
Or the size of her heart?
If someone says "you're worth it" stare them in the eyes.
And if they mean it, don't say "you don't know what you're talking about."
Because somewhere inside, you know you wanted them to say those words.
Love can last a lifetime and end in the blink of an eye.
The less you think the happier you are.
Hopping on the pity train only helps you gain others dislike.
There's a difference between pity and caring.
Pity you feel bad for the person eough to help them.
Caring you'd do anything no matter what mood they were in to get that person to smile at you.
"Once upon a time" is code for "it'll never happen n
Dead Beat 1 reader x zombieReader x Zombie?! (wwyff)Dead Beat 1 reader x zombie3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning this fic contains slight language and sexual situations. If you are mentally too young for this or squeamish around blood I recommend you to read with caution or not at all ^-^
Alright guys this might just possibly be one of the weirdest stories I've ever written so far, (yesyes very weird) it's a reader-insert yes, BUUUT~ with zombies. Now I know what your thinking: "Ew wtn is wrong w/you woman zombies are gross!" *^*" OTL but I assure you that this particular story includes at least some form of handsomeness. Now I know others will argue that of coarse zombies can't be attractive but I always seem to find a certain animalistic charm in a few =w=~ this is in a L4D zombie type of world and I shall explain, time to learn about zombies~
The Horde:-Now in this zombie-esque world there are (of coarse) the simple regular zombies, they are called the horde, there's lots of them, they're easy to kill- boom boom bang =w=. They can run
MemoryI stand and stare in awe.Memory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'It was quite damaged after the accident, so we couldn't save it,' the woman is saying. She is dressed smartly, with her hair scraped back into a high ponytail, and she looks a bit like a headmistress, but she speaks quite kindly. 'Most of the contents were unharmed, though, and so we've put them in boxes for you to look through it's a fairly long drive from here to our destination.'
There is a brief silence, during which she gets into the car and puts on her seat belt, and then she seems to finally notice that I am gaping. 'Ah,' she says. 'We did tell you that your mother was a photographer, but I think we may have forgotten to mention her voluminous archives. Impressive, isn't it?'
I nod as I seat myself beside the boxes of photo albums and shut the car door. 'Very.'
I watch the world slowly become a blur through the car window as we accelerate, and then I turn to the boxes. Carefully, and somehow hungrily at the same time, I reach for an album.
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