On submitting proseOn submitting prose10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Okay. So you've written something. Part of a story perhaps, or a description. A prologue or a novel chapter. You want to post it as a deviation on dA.
You want comments? You want people to take your writing seriously?
Show us you take your writing seriously then.
1. Proofing and Polishing.
If you apply for a job and your CV is full of typos, spelling mistakes and poorly worded sentences, you won't get the job. Your application will go in the bin.
Most people on dA don't know you. If they randomly find your work and it looks like you dashed it off, wrote it between lessons, and submitted it just as it is, most people won't bother to read much beyond their discovery of the first typo.
And why should they? You obviously don't care enough to spend a bit of time polishing your work, so why should anyone waste their time reading it? Really?
No one cares about how on-the-spur-of-the-moment your writing was done. Saying "I wrote this at 3am" or "I was high" do
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
Troll Island of dA In the Universe known as the internet, there's a small planet called Deviantart. Now this planet had was mainly islands with a main island that was run by royalty who where called the admins. This island also where higher ups and sometimes underclass stayed. Anyone esle had an island to go to.Troll Island of dA5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those who was on this planet stayed on the island they belong too. Each island had a steady supply of what ever they need, including tons of energy as a means of communcation for food, supplies, or just to chat. When ever life became boring for them, the islanders would travel or surf to other islands to chat and learn a new trick or two before returning to their own island. This usually helped their island more than normal.
The planet was peaceful sometimes but, drama was always there. If it wasn't complaints and ranchers milking lulz cows for all their worth before being marked and set free, it was troll island.
deviantART ListensDeviantART listens on a constant consistent basis. For starters, Premium Members have the option of becoming "Official Beta Testers". These OBTs have the opportunity to test unreleased site modifications and give feedback directly to dA's staff members. If that in and of itself doesn't prove that dA not only listens but is actually GEARED to listening to its members, then maybe some more facts will.deviantART Listens5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the most recent example of the power of the OBTs, version 7 of the site layout has been pre-released to the OBTs. Many of them found exception to the lack of customisable buttons in the top menus. A couple of days later, the deviantART logo drop-down menu had customisable buttons for quicker access to different parts of the website. What the OBTs said directly affected the site's appearance and features.
Also during the Beta Testing of v7, the OBTs pointed out the lack of an arrow next to the deviantART logo drop-down menu and the fact that invisible reply buttons might be difficult for
Ode to Complaints99 shitty complaints in the forumsOde to Complaints5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
99 shitty complaints
You lock one down, bans all around
98 shitty complaints still around
NightThe peace of the nightNight9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calms my ever-active mind
The serenity of its darkness
Has a strange soothing power
All encompassing, ever expanding
Night goes ever on
And it is impossible to see its end
But somehow, I am comforted
It is not the dark I speak of, but night
The infinite beauty of her midnight cloak
With jewels of burning amber and midnight blue
Set among her coat of invisible velvet
Imagination is set afire when Night is across the land
Visions of far-off lands and fathomless seas
You can only see these things, and more,
When your mind is calmed by the Night.
An ethereal melody plays in the background,
What does it sound like? What is its rhythm?
Only you can tell me, and only I can tell you
For it is whatever we make it
Maybe a lonely piano, playing in the distance
Or a mystic flute, on the fleeting wind
Or perhaps a delicate harp you hear
As you gaze up at the stars
Or perhaps it is the chime
Haunting and ancient, soothing and lyrical
It feels the wind and dances accordingly
To Go FarTo Go Far8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
the rest of god's name"She misses you, you know, Jimmy."the rest of god's name7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah. I know."
There's a pause. He cradles the side of his face with square fingers, adult pound hands.
"It's in her sleep, too. She murmurs in the night. Sometimes it it rises to screams"
The hesitation rests on his lips. He licks it off, his tongue like a suspicious fish.
"Do you ever think"
"Go away, David."
"that maybe if you had stopped, she would still be oh - okay, and you wouldn't have to"
"I said go away."
"I mean this can't be living, not cowering, not like this"
will.i.will.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will not grant you pretty words
though they burn in my veins
and force me to breathe,
as if my fey-child scripture
ever could withstand you
and the scars you carved in my DNA.
they breed in my throat,
a transcendental code sacrosanct
as the prayers you whisper,
and the vows you took in obligation
only to hide your transgression
(twenty-six years, three months, twenty days)
and write in me the fear
of being erased.
so maybe you can't understand
how i made myself not hate you
when i thought you would die
just in case
i want to throw my fury
at your feeble body and
like zeus to your cronus
though i've always been cast
as hermes instead
for every second i've stared myself down
just to prove the balance of genetics
lies not in your favour
teaching myself to drive stick
so i could run farther
from who you wanted me to be
the six year old boy
with a near-perfect sketch
(but it wasn't
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.
Dear Jane DoeDear Jane DoeDear Jane Doe7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dear Jane Doe,
I sent you a letter
(I hope you got it)
I thought about what I said
(Even though it wont matter)
I folded it up intricately
(Hope you can get it open )
I poured my heart into it
(I hope it was enough)
I think you should be with me
(Even though you have a boyfriend)
I heard you still want me
(Is it as much as I want you?)
I heard you miss me
(Even though its been so long?)
I hurt when I think about you
(I hope you can understand that)
But I dont want to force you
(Even though Id do anything)
I dont want to hurt him
(Even though I dislike him)
Im not usually like this
(I hope that counts for something)
Id like a second chance
(Even though I gave you up)
I didnt want to leave you
(Even though it would have hurt you)
Ill even put up with your parents
(Even though they hate me)
Please come back to me
(I promise I wont let go this time)
I know Im acting pathetic
(Its because I ado
All That I AmAll That I AmAll That I Am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A monster, yet still human
A sinner, yet still a saint
A liar, yet still truthful
A dog, yet still a being
A loser, yet still a winner
A creep, yet still normal
A corps, yet still alive
A waste, yet still of value
A corrupter, yet still clean
A king, yet still a peasant
A beggar, yet still rich
A curse, yet still a blessing
A whore, yet still pure
A ghost, yet still flesh
A criminal, yet still honest
A boaster, yet still humble
A bastard, yet still caring
A nerd, yet still a jock
A wimp, yet still strong
A fool, yet still wise
All these things I am at any given time, at any given day,
I am proud to admit these and yet,
I am sure to deny them all.
Naughty Nursery RhymesMary had a little pig,Naughty Nursery Rhymes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.
Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.
Jack and Jill Went up the hill
To have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
And now they have a son.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings' horses,
And all the kings' men.
Had scrambled eggs for breakfast again, and again, and again.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.
Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.
Hey Mr. EmoHey Mr. Emo8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rain, rain go away
Corrode my eyes some other day
In my brain the maggots play
After all the rain will leave away
Crush me, crave me
Grain by grain
Slice my wings and burn my brain
Sacrifice intestine chains
Watch me struggle
Watch me scream
Watch as you slash dreams in dreams
Pull my heartstrings
Watch them bleed
Watch the vultures feed their greed
Roll the film
Oh monster me!
Ah monster my!
Cloaks and daggers
Eyes begin to close and drift
Heartrate stops to a riddling shift
Believing, feeling emo today
Mommy, where the hell is my razOr blade?
Singing softly, biting blood
That taste like batteries
As it floods
Down down down
Into the depths of the ghostly town
In my brain
In my brain
Where the rain will never go away
Northeast In Power: Day 10Battle cries were ringing all over the field: Crew members dashed across the slippery snow, some falling, never to get up again. The ice were battling back fiercly, drawing their icicle swords and piercing the crew members so that they fell to the cold ground. Soon the battle was over, and as soon as the dusty covering of snow settled, the ice looked over the bodies of the crew members. They had triumph in their faces, for their king, the northeast, would be back in power. Soon, the whole world would be cold for eternity.Northeast In Power: Day 106 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Parent NightYou know how kids are always using the excuse that their dog ate their homework? Well, that is a similar reason to why my parents couldn't go to parent's night.Parent Night8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You see, for as long as I can remember I have been greatly interested in Greek mythology, particularly the gods and monsters. Last night I was doing some reading in a very, very old book entitled The Lower World of Hades and after reading something about Typhon and Echidna (I can't recall what and sadly the book is now so covered with dog slobber that it is impossible to read) I came to some Latin that I couldn't quite understand. Naturally, when I can't understand what is being read I (at least attempt to) read it out loud. After struggling through the difficult paragraph of unfamiliar words I at last came to two simpler words that I read out with relief, "tantus canis" which basically translates to "really big dog". I realized then (much to my chagrin) that I had just read a very powerful incantation of some sort.
Spring?I was cold last night;Spring?8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A butterfly looked away.
Your light writes my life...
The Sailor's WifeThe Sailor's Wife8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing more trusting nor patient
than a sailor's wife, whose husband
between rough waters
and her, on unshakable land.
She doesn't know that he sits on
the bow, watching the golden sunset
slowly burn the sky, wishing
she could see it too.
She only hopes he does.
And he can't help but wonder
if she's sitting where the water
meets the earth, hoping she'll
be with him soon, on land,
where he's safe from harm.
The sailor who smells of
salt and fish, watches the
wisps of smoke from his pipe
spiral towards the sky,
more full of dancing stars
than anywhere on land.
She'll wonder why
he prefers the smell
of the sea over flowers
and fresh grass.
Does the spring
when you're surrounded
by endless waves?
And he knows nature's
is not sung by birds
perched high in trees,
but is sung by the wales.
There's nothing more trusting nor patient
than a sailor's wife.
There's nothing more
strong or everlasting
Katuatagoing out with herKatuata8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
was like World War One, except
it was over by Christmas
Call Me EchoCall Me Echo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say I'm alive,
But why is there a lack of a heartbeat in my chest.
I'm praised for my hard labor
When really I'm still in bed
dreaming this nightmare
called a life.
My melody is pleasing to them;
My songs of lament.
I force a grin,
Less they unearth the truth of my agony.
Truth is that my love
Was not enough to keep you
Here next to me.
My love was a breeze to
Tickle your ear.
My arms were like mist,
For you escaped them so easily.
And when my heart shined for you to see,
You held up your hand,
To cover your eyes.
You walked away with my heart
In your breast pocket
I know that if my story was told
All would find fault in you
When it is I to blame for not loving you
And last, but most important,