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At Least You Save MeTu, che dal grigio dei miei giorni mi salverai. E l'inverno dagli occhi mi asciugherai.
Almeno tu
Salvami tu.
At least you are here. Or at least, that was my perception. You were always there, making promises. You were there to pick me up when I was drowning in my thoughts and my lungs felt like sponges dipped in formaldehyde. You were there when I was dwelling in the clouds of everlasting madness while hovering with the sun and moon, trying to get them to tell me their poetry through the night sky. You were there when I wrote my stories in the blood that was pouring from the darkened sky of my soul.
At least you were there when the salt soul of the ocean took away my vision, you were there when I couldn’t see the words with my own eyes anymore. You were there to read them to me, to say them out loud so I could save them in the muddy waters of my mind, forever to be kept there.
But you weren’t there when the talons were trying to grasp me from the shadows. You weren’t
I cry with herMy daughter won’t stop screaming and crying in the middle of the night. I visit her and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help. My husband thinks I am crazy. He has never heard her. But I do. I hear my baby. She has been calling out for me since the day I lost her. I want to hold her. I want to comfort her. I want her to know I am here but it is like she doesn’t hear me. I want her to hear me.
It has been a few years since I lost her, but I have never forgotten her. She has always been with me, in some way. I was not given a choice, the decision was made for me. They told me there was no way I could take care of her in my condition, there was no way she would grow up to be happy. They told me it was better this way when they forced me into a gown and onto a hospital bed. They told me she would never have to suffer. I will never forget how they held me down, and when I wouldn’t cooperate, they held a mask over my face to put me to sleep. I never went to sleep entir
Four Words“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.” The four very distinctive words that she would repeat over and over and over again. She never told me what they meant. I had to figure that out for myself. She had written them down in all of her notebooks, carved them in the walls, in her brain. She carved them in my brain, too. Sometimes she’d be laughing manically when she said them- other times she would be sobbing, hiding herself behind her thick hair.
I remember her screams, her cries, her sobbing. I remember her laughter. Her smile. Her soft voice. She had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. The softest auburn hair I had ever felt. Skin as pale as ivory. We’d quarrel, we’d laugh, we’d help each other. She was my best friend, and when she was gone, I had no one.
She didn’t leave of her own free will, though. She never wanted to leave. She had told me so on multiple occasions. She was given no choice, though. She was taken away from me in such a c
Scratching in the Walls“I can hear them in the walls,” she said, pulling on the hem of her short white dress. Her dark hair had fallen in front of her face, but I could still feel her fear. I crossed my legs, readjusting my notepad and gripping my fountain pen tighter in my hand.
“They are always whispering my name,” she looked at me through her hair, not bothering to remove it from her face. “Then they start scratching, they want to come in and they are coming closer, I can feel it.” She dropped her gaze onto her feet, which were bare. I’d never seen her wear shoes, or even socks, not even in the dead of winter. I scribbled  her words onto my notepad, waiting for the flood of words that I knew was going to come. She rubbed her knees before continuing.
“They know my thoughts. They know everything about me. And I know they’re coming closer. Their scratching is getting closer and closer and closer to my head every night. They are eager to get out and o
The End of the World“The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time.” Her icy blue eyes were staring at a point in the distance, she didn’t seem to notice I was there as she let herself slip into her thoughts. “I still remember when that happened.”
I sat on the edge of my seat, looking at her, waiting for what else was to come. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke…
“It was a regular Tuesday afternoon when the sky suddenly seemed to turn black and the sun disappeared behind all that darkness. I was playing on the see-saw with my little sister. We could hear mother’s calls in the distance, telling us to come home, and we did. We ran for our lives. We were out of breath when we arrived at home, where mother was standing on the porch, calling out for us. She seemed so relieved to see us, yet she had no idea what was about to come. She quickly ushered us into the house where father was waiting for us, sitting in his
Highway to Hell“A deep dark secret?” Alannah sighed, looking at Jeremy. “You’re on a roll with the weird questions lately. First the decision thing, now this.”
Jeremy grinned, looking at her. “Well?”
“If you weren’t my best friend, I would never even engage in this kind of conversation with you.” She moved her long black hair away from her face, folding her legs underneath her as she got more comfortable in the big old chair that could fit a giant. She twisted her bracelets around her wrists, trying to come up with something to tell Jeremy.
“You know, you practically know everything about me already Jer,” she said, not looking up from her bracelets. “I’m not sure what there is to tell.”
“Come on, everybody has one they don’t ever tell anyone.”
“Well yeah, that’s the point of a secret. You don’t share it.” She sighed, thinking back about the time she still lived at home w
The Road Less Travelled“Bloody hell, I think you know what moment that would be for me,” she said, looking at him. “I think the most life-changing moment for me was the day I decided to leave that place.”
He nodded, grabbing his cup of coffee from the table. “Tell me about it, though. I’m curious. How do you think your life would have turned out?”
“Probably a living hell,” she murmured, sipping her coffee. “I probably would have ended up like my sister, in his claws, and then abandoned after some time because he’d found a new toy. She’s still kicking herself over that, you now.” She sighed, dropping a few sugar cubes into her coffee, one by one, to see them create the splash. “I honestly don’t even feel comfortable talking about all this, but I know for sure that I wouldn’t be where I am today had I not left. I would have been his for some years, until he got bored of me, moved on to someone else and left me to ro
Mirror, Mirror.When I look into the mirror, I see nothing. There is no reflection, and it is as though I never existed. But I did, a long, long time ago. I remember my long blond curls weaving down my back, my bright green eyes looking back at me. The white summer dress would sway in the breeze coming through the open window. But that’s over now. My blond curls, my green eyes, they’re gone. All that I once was is gone. I can still hear my mother’s cries at night when I roam the hallways of the old house. The soft carpet on the floor always felt so comfortable underneath my bare feet, like walking on clouds. But I don’t feel that anymore. The steps of the stairs would creak underneath each step you’d take, but my steps are soundless now.
Each night, as I hear my mother’s cries, I head up to her room and sit with her. Whenever I sit down, she speaks my name, asking me if I am here.
“Yes,” I answer her each time, but she doesn’t seem to hear me. I wa
We flyAnd now
we fly
back to that day
when everything was
SacrificeI can see my bones
Sticking out from
Under my skin they
Cut through me like
A knife cuts through
I like to sit in
Silence and admire
The moon and her
Looking down on
I run my hands over my
Hips and closely examine
My bones sticking
Out from under
My skin.
I have sacrificed
Many bites of food
To feed that
Monster in my
It tells me not
To eat and not to
Drink and to keep on
And I want to
Fight it
Defy it
Get the monster
Out of my head but
I can’t.
But I can’t give
Up now not without
A fight
A battle
I need to keep
Going on even if not
For me.
I have to keep
Going on because I
Know you are
Write It To MeYou tried to capture the ocean with your mouth
And whispered to me late at night
About how the moon was up there hiding
Behind the clouds that told a
Story of your life
The breeze that tangles my hair turns
Into a deafening storm
That whispers poetry into my ears
When the starlit sky is a just a part of
The story of your life
Wait- don’t write it to me now
Wait until that bottle of whiskey
On your nightstand is almost
Empty of desire
And then-
Still don’t write it to me
Write it to me when the world
Has swallowed you whole six
Feet under where all you hear is
The rattling of skeletons beside
Inner DemonsThree teaspoons full of sugar and a bottle of painkillers.
“Do you really think that’ll help?”
“It will. Just do it.”
A glass of water and a handful of pills.
“Are you sure it will be alright?”
“This’ll make you feel much better, trust me.”
The taste of chemicals on my tongue.
“But what if..”
“There is no ‘what if’.”
A big gulp of water and away they go.
“How long until I’ll feel better?”
“Not long now, just lay down… close your eyes…”
Darkness and bright coloured specks,
“You did good… Now rest.”
“No, wait. I don’t want this. Get me out of here!”
Panic. Fear. And I realise,
“I don’t want to go!”
“You’re too late now.”

My inner demon has won.




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Yuukon is synonymous with community. If you spend any time on DeviantArt, its likely you have seen her name attached to features, Daily Deviation suggestions, groups, and a variety of community projects. Her enthusiasm is infectious and shes always ready to share her love for DeviantArt with anyone who will listen. Beyond this, her artwork is outstanding from her stunning photography that transports you to seemingly unreal places to her writing that invites you deep into her soul, its easy to see why shes beloved by so many! She is the founder of PhotographyGuide, which aims to help beginning photographers enhance their skills, and NaturesHaven, that features an abundance of incredible nature-themed artwork. She is constantly giving back and it is because of this that we are elated to present her with Deviousness for July 2018.
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Sweet Saturday Vol. 04

Journal Entry: Sat Jul 21, 2018, 3:00 AM

If there's ever been one day of the week that's perfect for cute stuff, it's Saturday.
I can't imagine a better way to start your weekend!
So let's activate Weekend Mode, sit back and enjoy some cute!
Happy Saturday!

Pro-tip: Come back here on Monday to alleviate your case of the "Monday's"!

Suprise! by FleetingEmber
A Summers Evening by Whitefurwolf Still sleepy by Darth-Marlan
Nuthatch - Kleiber by steffchep Bella - Pet Commission by FleetingEmber
Racing with the eagle by Teradiam
Mallard Duckling by Nushaa Alda by Hestefotograf
Just Lion Around by esther-rose-mouse Kip's Little Face by Innocentium
3 months together by Wolfskuss
Baby Bunnies by Yami-Sofopue Teenagers ... They never leave home now days! by xjames7
Sweet dreams by lucytherescuedcat Dining at the Falls by Phenix59
Fox Necklace by Lavenderwitch
Fennec totem figurine by nicsadika Illustration by Pihguinolog
Urban Cats - 121 by MARX77 Ash by KristynaKvapilova
Miniature Purritos by Pajutee


Publishing Week at projecteducate is over, but the articles are all still there for reading! I have some catching up to do myself, but every article I've read so far has been amazing! For easy access, here are they all: 
Publishing Week: IntroPublishing Week
Hello all, and welcome to Publishing Week at projecteducate!
The theme this time around is Publishing in the Modern Era. The industry changes fast, so we're here with an up-to-date overview of various types of publishing. Join us for tutorials, interviews, tips, resources... and gifs of Jane the Virgin (TV's most glorious author.)
Here's the schedule for the week, July 16th to 20th:
AM: Intro by akrasiel (you are here)
PM: Do’s and Don’ts of Submissions (+ a publishing glossary) by TheBrassGlass
AM/PM: Please STOP ME: Publishing for Potatoes by BATTLEFAIRIES 
(with FuzzyHoser, DamonWakes, akrasiel, and GDeyke)
AM: Traditional Novel Publishing by akrasiel
PM: Take Rejection Like a Pro! by Zara-Arletis
  Please STOP ME: publishing for potatoesPublishing Week
Being dreamers, we sometimes imagine our stories featuring prominently in our favourite magazine or lying in a bookshop’s window waiting to be picked up. The idea of getting published appeals to us... and our egos. Ego is something we have at least a little bit of, or else we wouldn’t trust our prose and poetry to paper to begin with. And as writers we also have a very vivid imagination, but sometimes these two perks can play tricks on us when it comes to the world of publishing.
For this guide, I spoke with:
:iconfuzzyhoser: FuzzyHoser,
professional editor, and
:icongdeyke: GDeyke
:iconakrasiel: akrasiel
:icondamonwakes: DamonWakes,
authors in print.
They're here to stop me from being an absolute starchy root vegetable when jumping into the wonderful world of publishing and doing something regrettable.
Let's get this potato rolling:
Icon - Potato A publisher is someone who publishes stuff. You send h
  Traditional Novel PublishingPublishing Week
So you've written a novel. You've edited, gotten beta readers, polished that sucker 'til it shines, and you're ready to enter the wide world of the publishing industry. Where do you start? First, here's what you DO need:
a finished manuscript. (Only non-fiction can be pitched before it's written.)
Here's what you DON'T need:
money. It's always free to submit novels to legit agents and editors. Reading fees for novels are scams.cover art or other illustrations. I advise writers not to commission art ahead of time, since the publisher will want a say in all images that go into the novel. It'd be a shame for your money to be wasted.publishing experience or a big following (known as a "platform.") Novels stand on merit alone! Meow :3 
Step 1: Pitch Materials
1.1: Query Letters
You need to write a query letter, sometimes called a pitch. These are 1-page letters that introduce your bo
  Take Rejection Like a Pro!Publishing Week

After months of hard work, sweat, blood, tears, and the sacrifice of at least half your soul, some publisher has sent you a rejection notice. Maybe it's a form letter and you aren't even sure they read your submission. Maybe it's a kind but firm "No thanks!" or a two page rant on why they didn't like what you sent. Every writer gets rejected, and you probably know that. Still, what to do as you sit there with that letter in your hands? Well . . . here are 6 easy steps to handle that rejection like a pro!

Step 1. Admit you have a problem. 
Is your piece polished - every 'i' dotted, every 't' crossed, every heaving beast and and throbbing pens put to rights?
Did you follow the publisher's guidelines - submitted in the right format, the right font, word count, and any other requirement for that pa
  Deviants in Print: Connor PetersonPublishing Week

Connor Peterson
, (WriterOfStuff) writing as Peter Dawes, the USA Today bestselling author of The Vampire Flynn Series and Deathspell, published through Crimson Melodies Publishing, LLC., of which he is one of two founding members. He is a Philadelphia Municipal Liaison for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and an assistant for the Philadelphia Free Writers Association.
When not writing and revising, rewriting and revising again, Connor spends his time on the road showing off Crimson Melodies wares at conventions in the Northeastern U.S., moderating or participating in panel discussions about the LGBT+ writing community, LGBT+ themes in comics and fiction writing, and fiction writing in general. While doing all of that, he’s also trying to keep up with his four children. My first question is obvious…
Connor, ho
  Self-Publishing for YouPublishing Week
I think nearly every writer has started out hoping to have their name printed on the cover of a book, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.  There's also nothing wrong with not doing that the traditional way.  You're allowed to self-publish for yourself and not worry about selling books or creating a following.  I know, because I did it.  And it's not as hard as you might think.
A Quick Intro

A couple years ago, I was really itching to publish a book.  But I knew I didn't want to go through a publisher.  I also didn't want to deal with all the hassle of marketing and trying to sell it.  I really just wanted a book that had my name on the cover and my stories on the inside.  Simple.  Getting it at the lowest cost possible was also a concern, because two teenagers and a couple dogs doesn't exactly make my checkbook overflow.  I started searching the internet for a way to accomplish this and have
  Deviants in Print: Jae WallerPublishing Week

Jae Waller aka akrasiel - dedicated Community Volunteer and a familiar and helpful presence around DA’s Literature world - grew up in a lumber town in northern British Columbia. She has a joint B.F.A. in creative writing and fine art from the University of Northern British Columbia and Emily Carr University of Art + Design. Now living in Melbourne, Australia, she works as a novelist and freelance artist.
Today I’m talking with Jae about her recently-published debut fantasy novel The Call of the Rift: FLIGHT, on sale now from ECW Press. From the ECW website’s synopsis:
Seventeen-year-old Kateiko doesn’t want to be Rin anymore — not if it means sacrificing lives to protect the dead. Her only way out is to join another tribe, a one-way trek through the coastal rainforest. Killing a colonial soldier in the woods
  Publishing Week: Wrap-UpPublishing Week
Th-th-th-th-that's all, folks!
In praise of those deviants who gave us some of their time so we don't lose too much of ours figuring out how to publish, let's hear it for all these fine people providing material for and shouldering this week's Educate! You are treasures, one and all.
We hope this has been an informative, inspiring and encouraging week for everyone reading these articles and we shall leave you to it with a flourish and a hearty 'goodbye, and until next time'!
Publishing Week
16th Monday - INTRO
AM: Intro by akrasiel
PM: The Do's and Don'ts of Submissions by TheBrassGlass
17th Tuesday - POTATO FESTIVAL
I went on a +fav spree today! It went on for so long that DA told me to stop :giggle: I found a lot of gorgeous pieces, sometimes I forget how many different types of gorgeous art are out there and when that happens, I remind myself by browsing the galleries.
Either way, I wanted to share some I found in the Digital Art gallery with you, and this is only the tip of the fav-iceberg! I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did :heart:

Tangled by ryky   Racing with the eagle by Teradiam   night fury by Apofiss   Fragged Kingdom - Remnant Monk by JarrodOwen   The Old Study by Noldofinve   Calypso by Ashline-illus

Which one of these is your favourite? Got something else I would like? Share it with me!

For more, go here:…
Today I had this realisation that I am on DA so much, I might as well live here. So, anyone got an apartment up for rent? I'm totally fine with green walls and Fella decals everywhere. New DA Logo (Badges) 
Years ago, I got myself a Fella plushie. Then I moved countries a couple times, and he kind of got lost. Today I got a package in the mail, from my uncle in Italy. He had included a note that said "questo è tuo" which means "this is yours". When I opened the package, Fella was inside! I was just planning on going to look for him later this week! Talk about an impeccable timing!
Anyway, here he is posing on an upside-down flower pot in my garden. 
Untitled by Yuukon
Welcome home, Fella! Blowkiss valentine fella (Love) 
So yesterday I mentioned something funny going on with notifications... Today I got this explanation in my notices box from DA:
0abca5676a[1] by Yuukon
I guess it explains, but I am still confused? And the group bulletin stuff still re-directs to my own personal notification page :thinking: I guess the good part is that it wasn't a bug to begin with then. :thinking:  

Do you have any questions about nature photography that you'd like to see answered? 

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