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Name PoemOne of the most common names I’ve ever heard
is my own, a kind
that neither trips up the instructor during roll call
nor sparks much interest at a dining hall.
A name like “Andrew” is clear,
transparent, and plastic.
The kind of name that lets me sift
like a memory into the background.

I have used it all my life,
like a kind of cardboard box
lifting myself out of it
and watching the packing peanuts drift
and settle around my limbs
like newborn snow,
candy floss,
and the long plastic straw
that curled around itself
like time
or Eliot’s yellow fog.

And there was a kind of distance between
“Andrew” and &lName Poem by ~TheGlassIris
You'll Understand When You're OlderYou’ll understand when you are older
Once the sun has set
On your innocent days

You will see you are like a tree
As a sprout you risk being stepped on
But as you grow the wind can blow you down
Child your roots will grow in
Making your claim in the wild woods

I must warn you the wind is howling up here
But the air is so much clearer
I'm not yet fully grown
A little battered, somewhat scarred
Still reaching out
Digging my roots deeper
And finding myself closer to the sky

Soon you’ll understand my warnings
And soon you too
Will reach for the skyYou'll Understand When You're Older by ~miss-butler
The JourneyIt was like,
running through a forest - dark and heavy.
Trees with branches like fingers,
reaching, grasping, fumbling... for me.
And sometimes, weary from the fight,
I would lie amongst the soft grass, the decaying leaves,
let the branches tear my clothes,
let the vines overpower,
let the roots invade.

But after a time,
I would awaken - sore, bleary eyed, empty.
Leaves in my hair, dirt on my face,
I would stand
and begin to run again.

I didn't think I would ever stop running,
or see the sun.

The day came,
like a soft wind blowing.
The trees bent away, and I
could feel the sun.
The clearing, Oh! It was beautiful.
I stThe Journey by *RiseandBe
Orchid by *beeinthebottle
Featured
Short Stories
They Picked Up The PiecesJanuary 1st,

I don’t remember winter being so cold. Was it always this way? Have I just been hidden so far back in darkness that I’ve forgotten how the world works?

When I woke up this morning, I realized my cheeks were wet. I’d been sobbing in my sleep. I didn’t even know that was possible. The anti-depressants keep me from dreaming. I suppose that isn’t really a bad thing. The only dreams I’ve had these past few years have only been nightmares.

The sky is grey. It’s beautiful. I never thought it was before.

My mother’s house smells of warm tea and cinnamon. Things haven’t changedThey Picked Up The Pieces by ~PearlsCat
BibliophileI drove by that old coffee shop yesterday. When I saw it, the tip of my foot twitched towards the break, before remembering that there wasn’t anyone waiting for me anymore. The chalkboard sign still read “Welcome” in cursive French, and the usual group of hipsters and loners sat outside on the steps, enjoying the rare clear sky with fruity Italian sodas and iced chais. It felt different not to stop there. It felt wrong.

So on my way home, in the opposite direction, I finally gave in and walked inside, for old time’s sake. It looked the same, with long floorboards, knotted bruise marks in the wood and dents from furniBibliophile by ~PearlsCat
He Told Me He Was Sorry [trigger warning]June 26th

—it’s hard for me to remember the last time it didn’t hurt to breathe.

I think my ribs are bruised. Broken, maybe. Maybe it’s just the weight of my tired heart resting upon worn-out lungs. Either way, I’ve given up on trying to fix myself. It’s going to be torn apart again, anyway. Besides, doctors and nurses ask too many questions for me to answer. They can feel the Braille etched into my bones, but the words there are far too complicated for them to interpret. I don’t need them telling me how to live my life.

But I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t hurting—when He Told Me He Was Sorry [trigger warning] by ~PearlsCat
TAKE ONE...I take one finger and trace the outline
of my soul scenting that infinite space
between Reverie and Reality, vibrations
opaguely unreal leave me dizzy as I remove
my fingernail and glimpse the future in
the bloody swatch beneath, oh how did I
come to be here-a muse blurring the lines
and bending poetry to fit my own design?
Must my steps richocet off the Silence
before the world fades away and I learn
to bleed less prettily and less often?

I take one finger and stroke the ribbons
of lightning that illuminate furious Skies,
riding bareback on the thunder claps...
I take my insanity and create a method
of innuendo that I try to live by, but
thTAKE ONE... by ~NocturneJewel
Short Stories
Chapters
Trials of a Queens Companion - Chapter listPart 1 - http://fav.me/d5z61cg
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Part 7 - http://fav.me/d60y3xe
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Part 9 - http://fav.me/d62tktq
Part 10 - http://fav.me/d62vllkTrials of a Queens Companion - Chapter list by ~Scr1b3
Trials of a Queen's companion - Part 6My eyes flutter open, and I can feel something soft and lanky shifting against my hips. Looking down, I seem to have amassed about half the population of kitchen cats overnight, like some sort of solar beacon that fuzzy feline planets gravitate towards. Rising to my feet, a chorus of protesting yowls emanate around me, which I soon put a stop to, by stuffing cats and kittens in every pocket that I come across. Soon the cloak is reverberating with muffled purring noises, as well as the odd jab caused by someone getting comfy. Quickly I hurry back to my sleeping quarters, dress myself, and then set off to find Arahknos. “Is this cloak&helTrials of a Queen's companion - Part 6 by ~Scr1b3
Trials of a Queens Companion - Part 7When I journey back down to the kitchens, it is shortly just after lunchtime, and all the cooks, chefs, and assistants are all sitting around talking together. I think they might have been talking about royal business, and the queen being still on the loose, because they stop when I come in. Chloe, a cleaning maid about my age, smiles when she sees me, and pats an empty seat next to her. I sit, feeling slightly more cheerful. Grabbing some leftovers from lunchtime, I slowly munch on them, listening to all the gossip and general chit-chat. “Aye, e’s a strapping one isn’t ‘e!” “ay, and ‘is ‘air. ITrials of a Queens Companion - Part 7 by ~Scr1b3
Trials of a Queens companion - Part 8I think a new game has started of late. It’s called ‘stepping stones’. You know that bedroom maid that I passed the calico cat to a few weeks ago? Well, apparently, because her full days work that day was washing, she passed the cat to the very next person she bumped into (a butcher) who then passed it onto his ladylove the greengrocer, who passed it onto the cook, and then onto a worker in the wine cellars. I don’t think this cat has a particular owner. It seems to either go by the name ‘Taos’, ‘pestilence’ or ‘mah wee little mayn’, depending on who is talking to it. When I enter thTrials of a Queens companion - Part 8 by ~Scr1b3
Chapters
FanFiction
Chaos Origin Chapter 18Manipulation and Deceit

Discord and Celestia appeared inside a dark space of nothingness.

The ground was cold, bare rocks and stones, seemingly endless, yet limited to a small space. The atmosphere around them was dark, yet everything around her was perfectly visible. There was nothing to be seen, yet Celestia had a feeling that anything could emerge from the ground or thin air if a native of such a land wished so. If there were such a thing as inhabitants in that land. Which, obviously, there seemed to be, even though it seemed absolutely and frighteningly deserted.

The place defied the laws of logic in a way that made Celestia confused iChaos Origin Chapter 18 by ~AAV-sama
Chaos Origin Chapter 19Orchestrated Entertainment

Still laughing, Discord teleported himself and his hypnotized Celestia back to the spot where they had left Luna. He smirked as he looked down at her. “Hello again, Luna.”

Luna vanished the traces of her strengthened magic. She glared at Discord and stood on guard. "About time thou got back!" She looked at Celestia and smiled. "Sister, We wereth worried!" She gasped when she saw that Celestia was still limp under Discord’s arm. “Sister! What ist wrong?! Wake up, sister!”

Discord snickered when he saw that his new toy did not even stir from her slumber. She could not process anything Chaos Origin Chapter 19 by ~AAV-sama
Chaos Origin Chapter 16Fall from Grace

Discord woke up at early morning, stretching himself. He felt rather exhausted, and had a major headache. He groaned and swayed a bit as he held his head. “What the... Ow... What happened...?” He looked around, blinking when he noticed Luna asleep on his bed. She was tugging at his lion paw.

“What’s this?” He leaned over to her. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her sleep. “Little Luna.”

“Wilder...” Luna sighed in her sleep.

He scratched his head. “Aww, look at the little filly. Sleeping so soundly. So trustful of me. My. I sure have become such a good friend, haChaos Origin Chapter 16 by ~AAV-sama
Chaos Origin Chapter 17Facing Chaos

North of the city, far away but still within sight, the mountains seemed to have a ring of clouds surrounding them. Thunder clashed down and odd colors appeared to cover the mountains.

Starswirl stepped towards the divided main city of the kingdom. He looked up at the princesses. "I shall guard the city. Go! Vanquish this new evil, send it back to the abyss!" He yelled as the princesses took flight, away to the mountains.

Celestia sighed, charging straight ahead. "Be prepared, Luna."

Luna nodded as she looked at the mountains. "Yes, sister. We wilt be. Do not worry, We wilt be by thy side at all times, to defend thee."

CelesChaos Origin Chapter 17 by ~AAV-sama
FanFiction
Poetry-Rhyming, Metered and Traditional
*Game of Marbles*Vibrant colours swirl
Glass marbles, small works of art
Lost, no longer mine.

2013 Delice1941
15th May2013*Game of Marbles* by *Delice1941
ReturningAs each day draws to an end,
As the seconds and minutes pass,
I find myself wishing, waiting,
That they could move to the last.
And be the day before I see,
Be the second, minute, hour,
Before your face is in front of me.
It seems like forever and a day
Since last I saw your gentle face,
Since last I held you in my arms,
Since last I had my heart race
As I held your hands in my palms.Returning by ~pixxiegoth
A CONSTELLATION OF SCARSUpon my skin I have carved Star after Star,
sewn together in this abused tissue and misused sinew
they chart the path I had taken, a Constellation of Scars
glimmer on my skin, slices of silver that whisper too few
earthbound eclipses for me to see by, but I stitch a reply
with the 39 pinpricks of light that escape my veins,
was Virgo with me that Night when my maidenhead cried?
Did she cry too when I tried to rescue my maiden's remains
from being a sacrifice to Solstice Fires? Artemis was there,
but in the aftermath so was Regret and Remorse I realized,
so now I carve Star after Star in my flesh no longer fair,
a Constellation of Scars hauntiA CONSTELLATION OF SCARS by ~NocturneJewel
Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.

Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.

Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.

Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that thConceivable Conclusions. by *KelaLewis-Morin
Poetry-Rhyming, Metered and Traditional
Poetry-Free Verse
Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.
Forgive my vandalism.
Let not a thousand curses fall.

She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.
While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.
So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.

And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.
Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.
So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.

But mirror, mirror on the wall.
If I must die young,
Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.Mirror, Mirror on the wall by ~uniquePoetry
of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,
atop Africas and South Atlantics;

this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).

You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.

   So what do you do?

You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
dainty arms…

and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
sight.

(But beauty isn’t everything)of seafoam thrones by ~Nullibicity
Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

LeDown The Rabbit Hole by ~uniquePoetry
BLOODY TEARSIn the Day I've worn a thousand faces,
each one chips away at my soul and leaves me
searching to turn my Fear into another trinket
less Fragile, I must gather together my broken
pieces before others can see how often I bleed
-sometimes not so prettily, but always it's a
delicasy-I feel so exposed in the Day, I feel
threatened by people and the eyes of society
that look down on me from malevolent Skies,
I know they would murder my insanity with a
conventional dose of sanity if they had the
chance, I know they would sterilize my bloody
quill, I make them uncomfortable it's true,
I see how they shudder when I stumble...
I must take care to cry BLOODY TEARS by ~NocturneJewel
Poetry-Free Verse
Poetry-Other
Poetry-Other
Memoirs and Vignettes
Remembering Who You Once Were Little Eve,

Life can be told through numbers- did you know that, dear child? That by saying a few simple syllables, by writing a stream of organized marks, you can communicate so much. Everyone knows you can pack a world, a story, a person into just a few words- but none consider numbers. Then again, I know you’re not one for numbers- even now (if this letter arrives on time, of course) you’re beginning to favor the weaving of words instead of the futile calculation of numbers…

Enough of all that rambling, I have a feeling that you’re wondering why this is here. Well, I’m here to tell the story of us- of everyRemembering Who You Once Were by =EvelynTaliette
the lakeThe lake had dried,
leaving salt-earth skyscrapers,
scattered at no one's will,
connected by streets of pale grass going nowhere.
In the nameless parks,
there lay pools of thirsty water that kills the weak,
and barely nurtures the strong.
I saw no birds.
They were waiting.
Not yet the right time of year.
I saw no fish.
They could not live in water such as this.
One-celled things,
in pools.
I couldn't see them move,
but they were there.
Waiting for the birds.
Along with tiny shrimp.
The scene,
with all its accidental buildings,
roads and parkways,
was beautiful.
I could not live there,
and in the cool of the moonlit night,the lake by *LancelotPrice
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth by `KathrynODriscoll
Theresa Goes Up the StairsMy life is a series of discontentments.

When I was seven, I tried to fly by jumping off the tallest hill in Florida. I expected an invisible gust of wind to whisk me off my feet, take my bird arms and let me soar with the gulls in the ocean-drenched air. Yet as soon as I leapt, my sandals hit the ground with a dismal flop, and I found myself still upon the hill, on my way down down down from that point on.

At age ten I decided to be a genius by turning to books and numbers for solace. I believed I would be honored with various rewards and be the envy of my peers, be that girl, the one both beautiful and intelligent, a cosmic genius. Yet I fTheresa Goes Up the Stairs by ~Irrelephantlovesyou
Memoirs and Vignettes
Songs and Spoken Word
My High Wire is a Tripwireno more questions or pleas
don’t take anything else from me
no, not even the pain I hate
don’t take anything else away

I kind of like what this is turning into
a suicidal boys mantra, a pitiful excuse
conversations with ourselves, on my level
nothing else can be (can cause this)

grow up, growing up is what we always wanted
grow up, growing up is what we never expected

I never thought I’d make it this far
maybe I should have left the book open
or never started on the script

I never thought I’d make it this far
or write poetic justice, all the girls
the scenery on stage, staged companionship
infinite possibilities stMy High Wire is a Tripwire by ~TheBratPrinceofGA
RumoursI'm holding your hand
But they're trying to pull it away
Like a hand full of sand
Slipping between my fingers
The cruel words slip out of their mouths
They're predators and we're the prey

And I try not to listen
And I mustn't reveal
Any insecurity that I feel
If I let my guard down, they'll eat me alive
How will we survive?

Close your eyes and I will too
Block their hatred from our view
For it seems I've made some enemies without ever meaning to
Please don't listen to their lies
They're the wolves in sheep's disguise
And I love you, and I need you to get through

Tell me what I've done wrong
Tell me why I deserve this ridicule
This has goneRumours by ~Lady---Vengeance
After all the world by ~Scr1b3
Behind all the masksPhsyco phsyco I think that I’m a phsyco
A spazzed out and uncontrolled loon
Phsyco phsyco call the men in white coats
Before I start singing opera to the moon
I have limitless, beyond thousands of thousands
Of situations that I go to in my head
I get drastic mood-swings, worse than anything on steroids
And the slightest thing can make me wish that I was dead

Phsyco phsyco I think that it’s a phsyco
That’s not your average human over there
Phsyco phsyco look out for phsyco!
We don’t want its freaky self over here
Anger issues, evil issues, attachment issues, I’ve got them all
Depression issues, attention cravingBehind all the masks by ~Scr1b3
Songs and Spoken Word
Essays
Senryu, and How It Differs from HaikuCompared to other styles of poetry under the category of Haiku and Eastern, there is comparatively little published about the more aggressive senryu.

Senryu, whose name means river willow, uses humor and satire to examine human society. Senryu takes on the form of haiku, but makes greater use of punctuation techniques (ellipses, exclamations, etc.) to convey its point. Senryu can use seasonal kigo, but do not rely on them. In senryu, the seasonal reference should be second in importance to the human portrayal. Contrary to popular belief, not all senryu is humorous. Many express misfortune, eroticism, political views (very important), religioSenryu, and How It Differs from Haiku by `jade-pandora
Does an Artist Have to Play the Popularity Game?You, as an artist, might think that exposure follows artistic success. But now I believe that artistic success follow exposure. Here is a short story illustrating this fickle process:

Daviantart Michael creates art that borders on genius. After a while Michael comes down from his artistic "in the zone" mania (he loves the feeling, feels like he's high) and collapses asleep onto a pink sofa. Next morning (if ten o'clock is morning) he sips espresso and checks his inbox: 2, maybe 3 favs.

The caffeine hits Michael's bloodstream just as the disappointing realization sags over his head like a storm cloud. Why don't they see what I did here! Can'Does an Artist Have to Play the Popularity Game? by *thomasbisbee
Dream Log: May-June14th May
I am walking home. I live at the top of a hill, therefore the incline is steep. The pavement branches off into separate streets that I must pass before reaching the peak. As I walk I turn my head, as I always do, down the penultimate street branch. This time instead of the usual bareness of street or a scattering of cars a man is standing there.
   He is tall –over six foot- with a coat that strokes the soles of his shoes and hair that doesn't reach the arc of his ears. His feet are apart, a fighting stance, and his fingers are curled into fists. He stares at me, and although there is sun, his features are shrouDream Log: May-June by ~123Dimensional
This I believe I believe that writing poetry has the power to heal. Many times I have felt down and needed to get all the misery out of me so I picked up a pencil and started to write. At first it was hard to tap into my inner self and put the words on paper. I'd get frustrated easily, but soon it became a second nature. Poetry has always been there for me when I needed an escape and I always feel better after I write a poem.
   When I was in Pennsylvania visiting my grandmother for four months, I was homesick, and scared. It was my first time out of state and I had never really spent much time away from my family back home in Alaska.  I had struggled tThis I believe by ~realitycheck7423
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FEBRUARY PROMPT "Love Letter to Yourself"
FEBRUARY PROMPT "Love Letter to Yourself"
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Red Skiesi.
I heard him first through the fog rolling in off the ocean,
gilded by the salmon sunrise and singing the rhyme
my sailor father had taught me about red skies in the morning.
I didn’t think he saw me, little sunburnt knot-haired elfkin
watching him swing his driftwood sword two-handed
through fog-wraiths and stamping night mares,
but when they lay defeated, dissipating into the tossed sand,
he sheathed his sword in the belt on his faded blue jeans
and footprinted across the strand to where I was half-hiding
in the whispering beach grass.
He was shirtless, and the fragile bellows of his ribcage
brought to mind the anoles my brothers caRed Skies by ~oracle-of-nonsense
A Letter To My BodyDear my body,

Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.

The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the cA Letter To My Body by ~Lady---Vengeance
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& wreaking havoc on these
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more than endorphins &
planes out of control

pretending that if
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instilled in bedsheets
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To the Fat Man on the BusIn a sitcom, it would be humorous
to watch you attempt to contain your bulk
in one inadequate seat,
looking at the oncoming passengers
with a silent plea
to find another bench
and an apology for using more space
than is socially acceptable,
but this is not television,
so even though the gold ring on your finger
assures me that someone would love
to share that seat with you,
I look away when I see you
making yourself small against the cold of the window.To the Fat Man on the Bus by ~oracle-of-nonsense
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February Prompt PF (Finally)

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Dear Lord, am I ever late this month. Please accept my most profuse apologies, all. I know you're all probably tired of hearing my "But I'm sooooo busy!" excuses, but I really, really am. Probably needless to say, there will not be a prompt for the month of March, but I have come to announce the PF for January, so everyone can get soup'd for that!

My Personal Favorite for the month of February (Write a Love Letter to Yourself) comes from :icontheglassiris:.
Name PoemOne of the most common names I’ve ever heard
is my own, a kind
that neither trips up the instructor during roll call
nor sparks much interest at a dining hall.
A name like “Andrew” is clear,
transparent, and plastic.
The kind of name that lets me sift
like a memory into the background.

I have used it all my life,
like a kind of cardboard box
lifting myself out of it
and watching the packing peanuts drift
and settle around my limbs
like newborn snow,
candy floss,
and the long plastic straw
that curled around itself
like time
or Eliot’s yellow fog.

And there was a kind of distance between
“Andrew” and &l

I enjoy this particular poem because it is unique and thought-provoking; it takes the prompt in a direction that I had not initially considered. I am always impressed by this deviant's work, and this submission is no exception. This piece will be moved to the Featured folder shortly.

Thank you to all who participated in the February prompt! Look forward to more prompts beginning next month!

Have a wonderful evening, all!

Regards,

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~PoeticLeo21 Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
How do I put a poem on here?
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Thank you very much for the request!
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~Axlazu Jun 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Glad I was finally able to submit to the June Prompt.
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~SurrealGrotesque77 May 19, 2012  Student Artist
Hi! I run a digital magazine called the Surreal Grotesque. We publish dark surreal bizarre art and writing. Anywhere from 500 to 1500 words and artworks of all types from illustrations to digital. Future themes include: serial killers, sex & death and mutations & mutilations. We are interested in all genres from horror to scifi or dark fantasy as long as they have a bizarre or surreal aspect to them. All rights and properties remain those of the artist, we offer exposure only so we will list a link to your site for readers to visit or a store, blog, website. The first issue just came out and we have 850 reads so far and we are growing daily. If this sounds like something you might be interested in contributing to, email me at: dangrn77@hotmail.com and check out the FREE mag at: www.surrealgrotesque.com. Some amazing works here!! Please consider submitting, thank you ;)
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*Vagabond-Arcadia May 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, we'll be sure to check it out :D
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~Metoka Mar 22, 2012
Hello, I can't seem to find any rules here. Are the number of submissions limited?
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*Vagabond-Arcadia Mar 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I believe the submission limit is five per week, but I could be wrong. I just recently took over all group responsibilities and am still figuring out where everything is and whatnot. I'm sorry I can't be of more help.
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~Metoka Mar 23, 2012
It's ok :) I probably won't submit that much in one week, anyway
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*Vagabond-Arcadia Mar 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I just checked and it's definitely 5 per week. Thanks for your question, and welcome to the group!
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~lady-of-the-quill Mar 14, 2012
Hello,
Thank you so much for taking my work into account and for inviting me to this group. :flirty:
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