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Consuela's Journey
Conseula had married Antonio in the end of 1936, but that was neither the beginning of the story, nor the end. The war had started then, too, but it was a far off and distant thing she heard of from the local barber, or saw in a headline. There were armies out there somewhere. Antonio went away to drive them supplies from time to time, but he didn't bring the war back with him. All told, it took a few years to reach a place as remote as Reus.
Once it came it was like turning off a lightswitch; one day there was a house, there were paltry dishes, given by no one, that passed for china, there were bedspreads, there was a crib. The next day Consuela found herself on the street. The soldiers in green came sometime in '39 - the month she didn't exactly know, only that it was cold and damp. That's when they turned her out. Lights on, lights off. The snow would have been there, but it had been a particularly mild winter that far toward the coast. But with Katy at her side, and little Antonio
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Sound Carries Near a Salt Flat
the noise of a dying man
is that of a humpack whale
reverberating across the desert thermocline,
tunneling between the dune
and the horizon.
he whines,
low, not loud, but it surrounds us;
ocean pressure straining
at the sides of a submerging ship.
the harpoon head of
the frag bomb burns in his leg -
flesh irreparably breached -
as that groaning
calls navigation signs
to some unknown counterpart far
across the sand.
I can swear to you
he will be gone in forty-eight hours from the sepsis
if medical can't make it to this fucking
shelled-out excuse for a town
by tomorrow evening. I give
a sedative
still, his cries carry
like those songs deep in the dark water that we hear
but will never understand;
some forgotten, desperate code
that isn't ours to know,
until we're dead.
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Things Come Apart (Part 2)
    Everett picked up the morning paper after a long walk, and sat down on the bench just outside his hotel to read it. The front page headline was about a Sergeant that got beat to death up in Fort Totten. People were getting pretty anxious about soldiers these days, the article said. This was the tri-state area, not the front. He got a page and a half in before he got bored of reading. Instead he watched the people come and go from Pat’s Original Diner across the street, idly wishing he had a cigarette.
    The day was getting steadily warmer and a few daffodils had already unfolded their yellow petal hands and turned their trumpet faces up towards the sun. He was sure by this time in Chattanooga the narcissus and the redbuds would be almost past, and it would be good and warm. But then when he thought about it again, he wasn’t sure. It had been a long time since Chattanooga, and his memories were a little hazy.
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Things Come Apart (Part 1)
In 1919 the bulk of the American Expeditionary Force that had been sent to fight in France returned to the United States via New York City in steady waves. At first the city welcomed them with open arms and ticker tape parades. But soon the city grew tired of soldiers and the late arrivals found no help in transition back to their ‘normal’ lives, or even a friendly smile. The world was moving on, and they were expected to, as well.
            “In New York City, we were broken up on the 12th, the soldiers from different states going to different barracks…
            …Several of us hired a cab and went to a hotel in Trenton and found they were not anxious to accommodate us. Quite a contrast from a year or two before. Human nature was taking its course, and the events of the past three years were had already been forgotten.”
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Navy Property
“Those sons of bitches!”
Hank came into Hangar Six howling like a mad dog.
“Sons of bitches, they stole it!”
Ken looked up from the remains of the T34 engine he was working on. “You’re making a racket.”
“As well I should be!” bawled Hank.
“Who stole – “ Waldorff started, but Hank just kept right on going.
“The bastards stole it. This is all because of that damned idiot Kowalski and his grudge against us for the fireworks! This is open war, I’m telling you Ken!”
“You’re too loud,” said Ken. “Can’t hear myself think.”
“Well, I’m outraged, and you should be outraged!”
“Lower your voice and tell me why, I’ll consider it.” Ken rubbed his temple. Shop Super had had a long night the night before, and the vague smell of old alcohol oozing out of pores would be a reminder of it all day today.
Hank stamped a foot and point
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What a body looks like means less in the moment, when the fire hits; that sound, like the jeep backfiring but louder, then a crystal crinkle clatter of glass, spat across the sand from the surprised mouth of the windshield. And there is the body, strangely alien in form, and in touch when you're wrist deep inside of it in a blind, frantic search for the shredded vein. The body is not muscled, not small, not tanned not pale not dark, not hairy, not anything but a precious, fleeting, fleshy thing, pouring itself out upon the earth, the summation of the thousand natural shocks it is heir to culminating in one scarlet, incendiary moment. One moment, there is a person, full of life and adjectives and a smile you recognize, he is laughing, mid breath to repeat the punchline of his joke, whites of his teeth showing. And the next moment, there is a body, glass impaled, sand spattered, joke forgotten.
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The Experiment
Somehow, no one knew how, Hank had gotten a hold of a can of Gorilla Glue.
“Check this out,” Hank said. “Specs says it can lift 10 tons.”
“Bullshit,” said Ken.
“No, it really says that.”
“Yeah I believe it says that, but I say it’s bullshit.”
“Well how the hell are we gonna know? What do we even know of that weighs ten tons?”
They looked at each other, the way they did that made Waldorff excited, and a little uneasy.
“Salad,” bawled Hank. “Go get RJ. We need him.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see, just go get him.”
“But what should I tell him?” Waldorff was dubious. RJ didn’t come over for just any old thing.
“Tell him I said it’s important,” intoned Hank. Then he gave the hard eye, the one Waldorff had learned about in Rota last year, and Waldorff got while the gettin’ was good.
Fifteen minutes later they were out
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The Historical Fiction Workshop
Just what it says on the tin.
Historical Fiction Workshop: Week 1, Prep WeekWelcome to the 2015 Historical Fiction Workshop!
Please read the following carefully, as instructions are here.
This year I have the pleasure of hosting alongside neurotype, former Lit CV and all around dA rockstar. We are both versed in literature and have been published before, and I personally have several degrees in history and history related fields, so you are going to be in good hands here.
Does that make us the be all and end all? Not by a long shot. But we have some chops, and we want you all to know that you'll be getting real instruction, and not random speculation. We're working hard to make this worth your time and energy.
What will happen from here on out?
Assignments will be posted weekly in a journal, like this one, so right now make sure you are watching me, even if it is temporary for the workshop.  I won’t be slighted if you unwatch at the end, this is for practicality’s sake only.
Once you have completed an ass
Historical Fiction Workshop: Week 2, Hi-StoryThe lessons actually begin. Let's do this :stare:
This week we will be talking about not how to write accurate history, but how to write a story. Just because you chose a genre to write in doesn't mean the story element is somehow less important than the background your chose. It still has to be literature.

Lesson 2: Building a HistFic story

First, let's talk about what Historical Fiction is. A lot of people seem to think that if something is historical fiction, that it needs to revolve around a specific historical event. It doesn't. In fact, the fiction part of the genre allows you to invent your own. But remember, this isn't AU (that´s a whole different genre!). We're going to take a real setting, with real facts, and build a story from it. If you want to use a real event, that's fine. But if you are interested in a time period or general area, that's also fine.
Historical Fiction is hard because it requires so much research. You need to work a lot, read a

Historical Fiction Workshop: Week 3, SourcesAlright, here we go. Everyone has their base ideas, now it’s time to dive into research. Everyone is excited. We all open up google, and…
Oh, god, it's TOO MUCH. There is information on everything, everywhere, and I can't tell what is useful or isn't, or where I should even start!
 No big. Let's roll with this week's lesson.
Lesson 3: Sources and Gathering
Now it’s time to start learning how to gather proper sources and how to sift out what is actually relevant to your story. Remember that this is NOT the only week you’re going to have for research, as researching is a continuous process during all story writing, but especially so in historical fiction.
Part 1: What you need, what you don't.
First thing is to look through your outlines and notes and start pulling out exactly what information you are going to need. Let’s look at my own example outline.
I am writing a story about American espio
Historical Fiction Workshop: Week 4+5, WritingAlright Historians, time to actually start writing your story.
(NOTE: if you have not completed week 3's sources and you are starting to panic, DON'T. You have time. you have time to read, you will have two whole weeks to write this AND week 6 is focused on re-researching and re-writing, so from here on all, reading sources and putting pen to paper is literally all you are doing. Be calm, and ask me if you are hitting road blocks.)
This time, your assignment first: Start your working draft. I’d like to see people get it half done by the end of the week. I assume that halfway through your stories you will start to find more things you need to research, so here is what I want you to do:
:bulletblue: Make a new scrap deviation, this will be your rough draft. Start writing it and link it back here so I know when to look at it. You can link even if you only have an opening paragraph and continue to add to it, alerting us as many times as you like

Historical Fiction Workshop: Week 7, RedactionTime for the final week, guys. Sorry I am a day late. What I need is links to your rough drafts posted on this journal so we can move forward.
This week is all about editing your rough draft, meaning, I want you to go back and start looking for clunky sentences, mistakes, etc. If you don't encounter any historical inaccuracies, good for you!
But if you do encounter one...
Ok so we’ve all gotten part way through our stories. And then stopped. Probably because several people hit a brick wall and realized they are either missing critical information or worse yet – they got something wrong.
First part of this week’s lesson is: Guys, you’re going to get a lot of things wrong. No amount of research is going to give you the 100% the first time through. This is history, this is the grind. So the f



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Wed Oct 31, 2018, 2:40 AM

Just kidding. It's just me. ( akrasiel I credit you with this).

I'm back. Ish. After a few much needed months off, but I wouldn't expect too much here. This master's degree is nothing to sneeze at in terms of work load. But that's alright as it benefits all of you that want to learn vicariously. I'm thinking of doing up an article or two on horror writing, key elements, and pitfalls, especially if Memnalar is up for co-authoring. Unless I do one on folklore instead. Or both. Who knows?

Also I see I got a DD somewhere back there. Thanks for that.

How's everyone? I nuked my inbox so if you have a cool thing to show me, leave it in comments.


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I'm going to write an article to help me study. What do you want to know about? 

13 deviants said Liminality (and how it relates to speculative fic, fantasy, sci fi, etc)
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