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I'm back! At least  I think I'm back. Nonetheless, I'm ready to re-assume my responsibilities for the good of all mankind. Hopefully, I don't disappear for a long, long time.

Here's my excuse for my long absence: SIEGE OF STORM'S END, NOT TODAY. Yes, I'm a huge of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series.

Looking forward to being active (again).
  • Mood: Depressed
  • Listening to: Don't Look Back in Anger by Oasis
  • Reading: A Clash of Kings (re-reading)
  • Playing: EVONY!
I died. So sorry about disappearing for a while. My Internet's been going on and off the past few weeks. My service provider said they'll be "killing" the service (I'm using a wireless router) real soon, so I should just get a new service provider if I still want a wireless router service or simply change to their other Internet services. Since I have no cable, I'll be switching to a new service provider that'll provide me with both access to the Internet and cable television. This means, my friends, that I might not be on as much as I want to. I'm still trying but the fluctuating connection, lame stability, and the shockwave flash ads that won't stop trying to stress my Chrome out aren't helping. I'll see you all after this horrible plague. Hopefully.
  • Mood: Depressed
  • Listening to: Carla Bruni
  • Reading: A Clash of Kings (re-reading)
  • Playing: EVONY!

Things

Journal Entry: Tue May 29, 2012, 6:41 AM


:bulletpink: My Premium Membership is running out. This was just a lucky prize from thorns' Word Wars Chat Tour. It may take me a while to get another premium but I'll definitely get one. It's pretty awesome, what with the things you can do and have.

:bulletpink: I'm still unable to write a third chapter for my FocusOnLit novel, Vampires Don't Drink Coffee. I've been unable to add that third chapter for a long time now. Thinking about moving on with a different story. I'm not just interested in this story as I was before.

:bulletpink: Finished my first short film a few weeks back with my friends. We're calling ourselves "one seat apart Productions." It's a play on when the teacher tells you to be one seat apart from your classmate, usually during exams. I don't get it either.

:bulletpink: I only have classes on Thursdays. Now what do I do with the rest of the days of the week?

:bulletpink: Is Naruto still awesome? How about Bleach? I need an awesome supernatural anime for inspiration.

  • Mood: Depressed
  • Watching: D Gray-man (anime)

GrimFace242 Tagged Me

Journal Entry: Fri May 25, 2012, 1:08 AM


TAG!!!  You're it!



You're not REALLY it unless I tag you at the bottom, but you're more than welcome to steal the format and tag your own friends!

The Rules



1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6. No tag backs I'm against this rule.  Feel free to tag me back.  I'll just add the answers to this journal!
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 11 people.

Five Things About Me



1. I'm pescetarian, which means I only eat seafood and vegetables. I made this choice not because of anything related to PETA but because protein from seafood is much better than protein from other types of meat. Plus, it's a sustainable resource. Rick Moonen would be so proud.
2. My favorite color is pink.
3. I have rhotacism, which means I can't pronounce the letter r that well, especially if it starts a word. I can fake it if it's an end syllable.
4. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. I've never really appreciated whatever they do to you. I've drank my share of alcohol, smoked cigarettes a while back, tried weed, but I never really got hooked on them. So now, I just don't do them.
5. I have clinical depression.

My Answers to the Questions I was Asked



1. What's the worst lie you ever told? Did you get caught?
I once lied about being gay so I could prove a point. The only reason why I didn't get caught was because no one even believed the lie. For some reason, they thought I was too macho to be gay. Talk about stereotyping. But it was in high school so I guess people still had little idea about diverse the world can be.

2. What was your first date like?
Technically, my first date was when I was still in kindergarten. I can still remember that day because it was also one of my most traumatizing memories. However, what I actually consider my first date, with the whole understanding between the girl and I that we were actually on a date, was during sixth grade. I asked her out, she said yes. It was very stressful for me because I wanted the whole thing to be perfect. It didn't turn out that way, though. We had a lot of awkward silences, long ones mostly. We never really hit it off. We're still friends to this day.

3. If you could know the answer to any question, besides "What is the meaning of life?", what would it be?
How do I become the next Neil Gaiman?

4. What made you laugh the hardest in your entire life?
I laugh a lot, even if there's nothing funny. I do it to hide any awkward reactions I might have on any given topic. The hardest? I snorted milk out of my nose the first time someone said she'd definitely marry me. "OH YOU MUST NOT KNOW ME GRRRL"

5. If you could throw any kind of party, what would it be like and what would it be for?
I'm not much of a party guy. Probably just a simple get-together with either film friends or novel friends, talking about our common love for the written word or French films, over coffee after midnight.

6. What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?
Hmm... Let's see. I watched My Sister's Keeper again just last week. That movie never fails to make me cry. Can't remember the last book or TV show that made me cry, though.

7. If you were a waiter and a customer was being rude, would you spit in their food?
Eww, no. He's not being rude to me, anyway; he's being rude to "waiter" me. I won't take it personally. I don't know him, so why would I care enough to spit in his food?

8. If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?
NEIL GAIMAN. Or Anne Rice. THIS IS A VERY GREAT AND ORGASMIC QUESTION

9. What do you miss most about being a kid?
The constant lack of care in the world. I could spend days on end just reading books in one corner of my aunt's library without the nagging feeling of not getting any work done.

10. What would you name the autobiography of your life?
That Geek in the Pink Chuck Taylors.

Questions for the Deviants I Tag



1. Do you miss the typewriter? What do you miss most about it?
2. What's your favorite tool in writing?
3. Where do you get inspiration? Do you have a consistent source of inspiration?
4. If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?
5. Favorite writer of all time?
6. What's your guilty pleasure?
7. Favorite tv show? What has you hooked?
8. Coffee or tea?
9. What's the one question you've never liked answering?
10. If you could be someone else, who would you be?
11. Do you have a Fortress of Solitude? What is it: your room, a coffee shop, a library?

Tagged:



:iconblooperman12: :iconwyldhoney: :iconladyofgaerdon: :iconrem-ains: :iconthorns: :icongrimface242: :iconliliwrites: :iconatrue: :iconangeljunkie: :iconhavetales-willtell: :iconneurotype:

  • Mood: Depressed
  • Watching: True Blood (season 2)

vampirevampire

Journal Entry: Fri May 18, 2012, 7:33 PM


I changed my username. From qpidity101, I shall now be known as vampirevampire. I just felt like it was time to move on. I've used the handle for a lot of other sites since I was a kid. I think I've outgrown it. It's definitely a new era.

I was going to change my Twitter handle as well but then I didn't feel like it. Some of my coworkers and work contacts are on Twitter. They might get confused and that's the last thing I want. Some of them are old, not numbers old but mentality old. You know how some old people still retain that youthful zest for life and the world? These people are dead serious about everything, even porn.

To top things off, I heard the awesome GrimFace242 was responsible for the username change option here on deviantART. If that's true, he earned himself a pie. Go throw some in his face. He'd love that. For information on the username change option, go here: FAQ #112: How do I change my deviantART username?.

Yours till the zombies figure out how to open the barn door,
:iconvampirevampire:

  • Mood: Depressed

The Lit List: Issue 01

Sat May 5, 2012, 1:29 AM





Welcome to the first-ever issue of The Lit List, a monthly news article that aims to round up all of the lit news you need to know in one quick reading.

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Community and Group News


:bulletpink: Writers With a Promise 14 by wyldhoney is out!
:bulletpink: It Takes A Village contest over at LITplease. A two-part contest for those who participated in NaPoWriMo and Script Frenzy. In May, participants must submit a scene or poem for critique and must also critique something else in the contest folder. In June, participants will make revisions to the submissions. Winners for best critiques and best improvements.
:bulletpink: LITplease's 15th Poetry Prompt is up until May 15.
:bulletpink: Writing Marathon contest over at FocusOnLit. Members are asked to submit a portion of their novel every week for 8 weeks starting May 7th. Prizes for winners as well as prizes at random. Any member who submits for 4+ weeks is eligible for a prize.
:bulletpink: Transgressions: Vices and Virtues prompts contest over at lacoterie. Poetry and prose, separate winners for each, all before May 31st, 2012.
:bulletpink: Love dA Lit Issue 76 by IrrevocableFate is out!
:bulletpink: The Ladies of Lit Volume XX by LadyLincoln is out!
:bulletpink: Head on over to ZealZone for a Critique-a-thon on May 5th at 2:00 PM US Central Time! Chatroom: chat.deviantart.com/chat/ZealZ….
:bulletpink: Ghost Story Contest (Campfire Chills) by Cassildra and TheHollowHorseman is until May 31. Prizes included premium membership, so write your best original ghost story and scare the judges in 2500 words or less!
:bulletpink: akarra's Short Poem Contest focuses on short poems about music in 30 words or less. Deadline is on May 8.
:bulletpink: The Winners of the Rose-Shadow Fan Art Contest have been announced by LadyofGaerdon. Check it out and see if you won!
:bulletpink: Daily Literature Deviations for May 4, 2012, are out now.
:bulletpink: Read the Word Wars Chat Tour Expose-Lit Wrap Up by thorns  
:bulletpink: 3wyl and ProjectComment interviews Ouijaplayer.
:bulletpink: Make a Difference #155 is out!
:bulletpink: HaveTales-WillTell is arranging a devMEET for May 5 in New York (Manhattan proper).
:bulletpink: You need to read the latest issue of Lit Fortnightly.
:bulletpink: The Fan Fiction Contest: Freaky Friday! ends on May 25. Write a short fan fic about you swapping bodies with a character of a fandom of your choosing. The swap lasts 24 hours, maximum of 500-1000 words, entries must be created after April 25.
:bulletpink: In case you haven't heard yet: Odyssey into 2012: Engage Wonderment.
:bulletpink: The Favorites Project Features #135, #136, and #137 from LITplease.
:bulletpink: devMythologue: is being restructured. Watch out for a new management under linaket.
:bulletpink: theWrittenRevolution is holding a lit-game marathon on May 9 or 10, depending on where you are in the world. The session will last for five hours here.
:bulletpink: WritersAreArtistsToo announces their Prompt Contest Winners.
:bulletpink: SixWordStories Showcase: April 9th - April 23rd.
:bulletpink: Word Wars Chat Tour Schedule
:bulletpink: WritersInk's Weekly Round-Up
:bulletpink: Literature Community Fundraiser, an annual event that aims to collect points for redistribution to the Literature Community here on deviantART, is being hosted by ATrue this year.
:bulletpink: 30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume IX by LadyLincoln is out!


Features


Be sure to check the following literature out. These are some of the best we have on the community. Show them love, mates!

:thumb279661747: Holy Ghost, a Foreign HostHitler reigns over this town.
He savagely peels each body open like an apple
and each defragmented shell lies
in curled shapes
circumventing their own cores like unfinished fetuses.
Each one is left intact.
The shells are stinking
and soggy fumes waft heavily over Earth like a disease.
Now this is truly evil.
He looks
down upon Desolate Planet Earth
and registers a series of bodies. Something he does not feel is solitude.
One is a feminist.
One is the next Caesar.
And one is the boy king,
Tutankhamen.
(I)
Of the three bodies,
The first is a girl with cherry red lips,
she lives as memories collect. Figures move quickly
picking pieces of thought from inside ears
their faces bruised badly
purples swelling and engorging rapidly.
In each life
she wore a white dress.
Beneath the fabric is nestled a flower
whose red color imitates
the exact hue of her lips.
Each summer
before blossoming
the flower is violently wrenched open
until the nectar runs out in pools,
the sour liquid webbed bet
Crash.                                                   the girls clip-clop in their glitter heels and
                                                   the neon burns away the night.
                                                                  every lost child  smudged shadow torn
                                                                  tights bleary and  dazed  staggering at
:thumb279938656: Dear MomDear Mom,
[I know this really isn't a letter like I promised, but you should be used to me giving less then I say I will]
I'm going to feel bad, throwing you into the ocean.
I'm going to have to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and grip my hip [because you're there, forever; in jagged scar tissue with upside down mountain capped M's and a blocky O, you're there, forever.] to keep myself from diving in after you and gathering you back together with the finest cheesecloth, molding you back together and filling you with all the beautiful things you've been drained of. I'll jam sea glass in your eye sockets and replace your weak bird bones with coral, I'll fill your lungs with saltwater [because oxygen obviously never worked; I almost miss that respirator keeping me awake at night] and wrap you with seaweed to hold you together again.
And I'll let you speak by jamming the truths to all my lies I've told you down your throat. I will whispersobconfess all my dirty deeds. I will tell yo
Enduring LoveRemember summer - daffodils unbind,
reflecting salt-and-pepper thunder-skies.
Forget-me-nots intriguingly unwind,
angelic lovebirds offer lullabies.
Maria's autumn freckles scattering
across curvaceous stomach - regular.
Refracted sunlight whispers, faltering
within gold-amber irises – stellar.  
Decaying memories evoke disgust.
concern: suspicion, feared unfaithfulness,
imprisoning irrational distrust,
until confession, pleading righteousness.
        Together, lovers' promises unveiled,
        aware affection's constancy prevails.
:thumb276895922: A Sonnet for the AgesNow here's a tale of a man named Macbeth
A man who fell as he rose to his goal
Listened to prophecy's laden with death
His mind twisted; thoughts not his to control.
Who killed his friend and king without regret
Playing the fool amongst the fools with fear
Letting noble brothers worry and fret
Crowning himself to start his new career.
A man afraid of those who could contest
His closest friend he did kill with stained men
A new prophecy held him high with zest
Leaving himself open in his own den.
Fighting the man forgotten without dread
Only to end up without his dear head.
1000 Paper CranesI.
We whispered prayers into the corridors
while I spoke into your ribcage,
telling lies to our skeletons
to help you understand.
you said they loved
watching me wax poetic
while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes
cover our skin
while I taught you how to fly.
(you were always too afraid to fall
and too afraid to land).
II.
It wasn't lovesongs we sang;
it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe
but you said ghosts exist
without compassion,
and without sins.
I told the doctor
his medication clipped your wings.
III.
I fed you sweet words
tucked in between
candy-canes
and licorice
While I cried in secret every mo(u)rning
pressing tears beneath
the fragile scales
of angelfish
The doctors said
we needed to prepare.
I told them I was kissing
dandelion flowers;
hoping for a wish.
IV.
we counted every soft bruised bone
with lover's temperaments
as your temperature rose and fell.
The doctors crushed them in their hands
when they spoke of vital signs
and
Me and My Shadowi.
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver nightscape. I leap back onto the thorns, onto the blue leaves and pray my shadow seeks dry ground. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention.
ii.
My shadow ripples to the privacy of the umbrellas. Some aquatic acacias were born like that, shaped like the human plastic as though it would dispel their liquefied sin. I think about joining him, bu
Drowning in the RainThey're standing out there, on the street, two girls frozen in place, frozen in their bodies, and the people walking by find it kind of hard not to stare.
The one girl's called Eleanor, and her makeup's smeared so badly it looks like she's been crying, and she probably was. Her hair looks like an oil spill clinging to her neck and her eyes like rusty sunk-in nickels and she looks tired, really fucking tired.  The cover up's running, too, and it almost looks pretty, like a tattoo; the scar tissue stretched across her skin.
She's a mess, a beautiful disaster, a train wreck that everyone seems to have no trouble ignoring.
The other girl's a lot smaller, younger, and her name's Ellie.  Her skin's pale like the rain soaking down her clothes, and it's heavy; the weight might just crush her.  She has this thing about her, when she looks at you, you really can't keep looking, and they say you can't do that with the prettiest of things.
She's been called a lot of t
clark kentSilver eyeshadow and a blush; smack lips
and sway hips. The nail file's on overtime
and the glitter's out sick. Snap bra strap,
winking at the mirror; stars could get lost
in this cleavage, and these cups could be
flowerpots for a healthy crop of petunias
or baskets for hot air balloons, if I chose.
Tonight I'm juxtaposing crepe with Lycra;
all those stubborn parts sedated, yielding
like cats before the leap. Skirt the colour
and size of a blackbird's wing and knickers
tight enough to make me sing. Peep show
smile; big hairstyle. Just the faintest smell
of wine. And I close the phone booth door
without a single sound:
tonight I don't fear Kryptonite.
I'm going on the town.
BoyMany women will write poetry
from you. They will translate
your nose into an apostrophe
your smile to the front side
of a parentheses, the back
to tears only once admitted.
They will filter your father's ashes
into adverbs that define your fingers
quaking along skin and sin
toward fibrous paper. 
 
They will dismiss your flaws
as improperly placed commas
or periods born before their time.
They will inspect, perfect
& infect you with emotions
you never learned to muster.
But none of them will know
you as I did: a boy, bent
beneath the waves of love
and glad for it.


Featured deviants: The-Queen-of-Cups JenniferIsD3Fective handswouldweave AlloenDreams Sandstar12 KtheCard AGMeade RosaryOfSighsx julietcaesar zebrazebrazebra LiliWrites angeljunkie blooperman12 Viking63

The Lit List needs your help! Submit your suggestions for the features section of this article for the next issue (some time before the first week of June should be appropriate) and help your fellow deviants get discovered!


A Directory of our Literature Gods

If you're interested in what's hot and what's new in the literature community, the following are the deviants you need to watch. Based on LadyLincoln's article for Expose-Lit.


Literature Community Volunteer Directors

:iconbeccalicious: :iconwreckling: :iconthorns:


Community Leaders and Former CVs

:iconhalatia: :iconnycterent: :iconmemnalar: :iconstjoan: :iconfllnthblnk:


Critique and General Feedback

:iconliliwrites: :iconapocathary: :iconangelstained: :iconpinkymccoversong: :iconamberlouie:


Prompt and Group Organizers

:iconcrumpetsharvey: :iconatrue: :iconraspil: :iconzebrazebrazebra: :icon3wyl:


Community News and Resources

:iconirrevocablefate: :iconsadisticicecream: :iconjulietcaesar: :iconhavetales-willtell: :iconlinaket:





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LITplease is looking for Critics!

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 29, 2012, 7:33 PM


Haunt Me :work:
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:star::star::coffeecup::star::star: COMMUNITY NEWS :star::star::coffeecup::star::star:


Community Critics
Ansolze has stepped up to the plate with running this project and has taken it upon himself to draft up the news article for the upcoming "It Takes a Village Contest." We still need more critics though so if anyone knows someone with that talent, please tell them to send the group a note with links to at least three recent critiques.
~ATrue, Summary of where LITplease stands

About LITplease
LITplease is an almalgamation of two of the longest standing literature groups on dA: PoetryPlease and ProsePlease. So, while the LITplease account is only a few years old, the group itself has been around forever, making this group consistent and always improving. Several of the staff members were staff members even before the amalgamation, and some that left have since come back, which just goes to show how dedicated our staff can be! All staff members are treated fairly, are given opportunities to take initiative and try new projects, and their input into the group is always valued.

How To Apply
LITplease does not have an application form for you to fill out. Simply note us with the job title in the subject line and a brief description in the body of why you're interested in the role and why you think it's the right fit for you. We'll take it from there! Depending on the job to which you're applying, we may look at your faves, or your critiques, or other recent activities you've been involved in. Certain positions may require you to put something specific in your note to us, in which case it will be noted below in the open positions section under the "requirements" part of the job description.
NOTE: We prefer to hire active members. If you're interested in being on our staff, it's best to join and participate a little first.

CRITICS
LITplease is currently overhauling its Critique Request system. Before we can relaunch, however, we need a strong staff of Critics in place. Your job would be exactly as it sounds: to critique literature, providing in-depth feedback to members who request it. Everybody you critique has requested it; there will be no unsolicited feedback.
REQUIREMENTS:
:bulletblue: Excellent critiquing skills. Send links to at least three recent critiques you've written in your note to us.
:bulletblue: You can write approx three critiques per week.



I just recently became a Critic for LITplease. I've been a member of this group for the longest time, though, even before it became a unification group. Before LITplease, there were PoetryPlease and ProsePlease. I was a member of both. Then the admins decided to unite both latter groups and LITplease was born. I've been a member of LITplease since then.

If you guys feel you're up to the task, then go for it. More information can be found here: Open Admin Positions with LITplease.

As with NaPoWriMo and Screnzy, I'm catching up with NaPoWriMo through haikus while I'm falling behind Screnzy. It's already April 30 and I need to get 40+ pages in. Oh, joy.

Already looking forward to May, to be honest.

Jofer and out!


GROUPS YOU MIGHT WANT TO JOIN AND NEWS ARTICLES YOU MUST READ
Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo-related

Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo:new: Day 1 has become! Why not join in the fun of today and post something Cat themed? Cat poems will help save Fella and perhaps your script could feature the appearance or mention of a cat? :D
When T S Eliot told us “April is the cruellest month” in his epic Wasteland poem, perhaps writers didn’t know how apparent it would be in modern times. April sees two of the biggest challenge events for writers of all kind, and not exclusive to deviantART. Scriptfrenzy and NaPoWriMo.
Script Frenzy
What is Script Frenzy?
Script Frenzy  (also known as “Screnzy”) is run by the “Office of Letters and Light”, the same organisation that runs NaNoWriMo in November for prose writers. The challenge is to write 100 pages of a script. The script can take any form of media, whether TV, Film, comic or Theatre.
This is a great opportunity for those who have perhaps always wanted to write
  :iconscrenzy:  :iconnapowrimo2012:   NaPoWriMo Daily Prompts (1-7)Everyday, we're posting new prompts in the chatroom. To find out what the new prompt is for the day, you have to go into the chatroom to see, but we'll be posting the past prompts here for your inspiration. Of course, "past" and "present" are relative terms, depending on what time zone you live in.
Once a week, we will re-post these prompts in a new journal to keep them current.
See Today's Prompt
DAY 1 INSPIRATION: Look around the room you're in and choose one item (a hairbrush, a book), and write a poem or a scene that incorporates this item in a significant way. Make sure you indicate the item's importance without being too obvious and directly telling the reader what it means.
DAY 2 INSPIRATION: Go outside and find a view you like, or find a picture of a landscape ad use it for inspiration. FOR POETS: No matter how ordinary the scene looks, use strong words to make it sound epic an






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  • Mood: Shitty
  • Watching: Suits

Catching Fire, Losing Wind

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 22, 2012, 8:05 AM
  • Mood: Shitty
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: Suits
Haunt Me :work:
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:star::star::coffeecup::star::star: PERSONAL NEWS :star::star::coffeecup::star::star:


Last update, I mentioned I was doing both Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo. While I managed to catch up with NaPoWriMo, thanks to the ever supportive coconut thorns, I managed to start anew with Screnzy and - no, duh! - I am totally behind! Like two weeks behind. Ugh. I know. I'm the worst. But I am trying to get my groove back. I guess what I'm saying is that I may not be around deviantART as much as I wanted to because of all the (fun!) hell I put myself through. Also, I broke my arm. It's still broken but it's (slowly) recuperating.

You can check out my Script Frenzy updates on  my blog. To know more about my screenplay, you can also check out everything on  its own page. Likewise, my NaPoWriMo updates will also be posted on my blog. However, the 30 poems I'll be writing for the whole month of April will be posted here, in a special gallery.

If you have no idea what Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo are, you should check this news article by the wonderful Beccalicious:
Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo:new: Day 1 has become! Why not join in the fun of today and post something Cat themed? Cat poems will help save Fella and perhaps your script could feature the appearance or mention of a cat? :D
When T S Eliot told us “April is the cruellest month” in his epic Wasteland poem, perhaps writers didn’t know how apparent it would be in modern times. April sees two of the biggest challenge events for writers of all kind, and not exclusive to deviantART. Scriptfrenzy and NaPoWriMo.
Script Frenzy
What is Script Frenzy?
Script Frenzy  (also known as “Screnzy”) is run by the “Office of Letters and Light”, the same organisation that runs NaNoWriMo in November for prose writers. The challenge is to write 100 pages of a script. The script can take any form of media, whether TV, Film, comic or Theatre.
This is a great opportunity for those who have perhaps always wanted to write


Jofer and out!


GROUPS YOU MIGHT WANT TO JOIN AND NEWS ARTICLES YOU MUST READ
Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo-related

Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo:new: Day 1 has become! Why not join in the fun of today and post something Cat themed? Cat poems will help save Fella and perhaps your script could feature the appearance or mention of a cat? :D
When T S Eliot told us “April is the cruellest month” in his epic Wasteland poem, perhaps writers didn’t know how apparent it would be in modern times. April sees two of the biggest challenge events for writers of all kind, and not exclusive to deviantART. Scriptfrenzy and NaPoWriMo.
Script Frenzy
What is Script Frenzy?
Script Frenzy  (also known as “Screnzy”) is run by the “Office of Letters and Light”, the same organisation that runs NaNoWriMo in November for prose writers. The challenge is to write 100 pages of a script. The script can take any form of media, whether TV, Film, comic or Theatre.
This is a great opportunity for those who have perhaps always wanted to write
  :iconscrenzy:  :iconnapowrimo2012:   NaPoWriMo Daily Prompts (1-7)Everyday, we're posting new prompts in the chatroom. To find out what the new prompt is for the day, you have to go into the chatroom to see, but we'll be posting the past prompts here for your inspiration. Of course, "past" and "present" are relative terms, depending on what time zone you live in.
Once a week, we will re-post these prompts in a new journal to keep them current.
See Today's Prompt
DAY 1 INSPIRATION: Look around the room you're in and choose one item (a hairbrush, a book), and write a poem or a scene that incorporates this item in a significant way. Make sure you indicate the item's importance without being too obvious and directly telling the reader what it means.
DAY 2 INSPIRATION: Go outside and find a view you like, or find a picture of a landscape ad use it for inspiration. FOR POETS: No matter how ordinary the scene looks, use strong words to make it sound epic an






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Script Frenzy + NaPoWriMo

Journal Entry: Fri Apr 6, 2012, 10:35 PM
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: Suits
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Guess who's doing both Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo this month? Your favorite pink potato: me! T.S. Eliot was right when he said "April is the cruellest month." If you didn't catch my last journal entry, I'm also shooting a short film this April. Cruellest month, indeed.

If you have no idea what Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo are, you should check this news article by the wonderful Beccalicious:
Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo:new: Day 1 has become! Why not join in the fun of today and post something Cat themed? Cat poems will help save Fella and perhaps your script could feature the appearance or mention of a cat? :D
When T S Eliot told us “April is the cruellest month” in his epic Wasteland poem, perhaps writers didn’t know how apparent it would be in modern times. April sees two of the biggest challenge events for writers of all kind, and not exclusive to deviantART. Scriptfrenzy and NaPoWriMo.
Script Frenzy
What is Script Frenzy?
Script Frenzy  (also known as “Screnzy”) is run by the “Office of Letters and Light”, the same organisation that runs NaNoWriMo in November for prose writers. The challenge is to write 100 pages of a script. The script can take any form of media, whether TV, Film, comic or Theatre.
This is a great opportunity for those who have perhaps always wanted to write


I'll be posting my Script Frenzy updates on my blog, where it also has its own page. Likewise, my NaPoWriMo updates will also be posted on my blog. However, the 30 poems I'll be writing for the whole month of April will be posted here, in a special gallery. Wish me luck, munchkins!

If you're doing either or also both, hit me up so we can be writing buddies and stalk each other or something. It'll be more fun!

Jofer and out!


GROUPS YOU MIGHT WANT TO JOIN AND NEWS ARTICLES YOU MUST READ
Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo-related

Script Frenzy and NaPoWriMo:new: Day 1 has become! Why not join in the fun of today and post something Cat themed? Cat poems will help save Fella and perhaps your script could feature the appearance or mention of a cat? :D
When T S Eliot told us “April is the cruellest month” in his epic Wasteland poem, perhaps writers didn’t know how apparent it would be in modern times. April sees two of the biggest challenge events for writers of all kind, and not exclusive to deviantART. Scriptfrenzy and NaPoWriMo.
Script Frenzy
What is Script Frenzy?
Script Frenzy  (also known as “Screnzy”) is run by the “Office of Letters and Light”, the same organisation that runs NaNoWriMo in November for prose writers. The challenge is to write 100 pages of a script. The script can take any form of media, whether TV, Film, comic or Theatre.
This is a great opportunity for those who have perhaps always wanted to write
  :iconscrenzy:  :iconnapowrimo2012:   NaPoWriMo Daily Prompts (1-7)Everyday, we're posting new prompts in the chatroom. To find out what the new prompt is for the day, you have to go into the chatroom to see, but we'll be posting the past prompts here for your inspiration. Of course, "past" and "present" are relative terms, depending on what time zone you live in.
Once a week, we will re-post these prompts in a new journal to keep them current.
See Today's Prompt
DAY 1 INSPIRATION: Look around the room you're in and choose one item (a hairbrush, a book), and write a poem or a scene that incorporates this item in a significant way. Make sure you indicate the item's importance without being too obvious and directly telling the reader what it means.
DAY 2 INSPIRATION: Go outside and find a view you like, or find a picture of a landscape ad use it for inspiration. FOR POETS: No matter how ordinary the scene looks, use strong words to make it sound epic an






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An Excuse

Journal Entry: Wed Apr 4, 2012, 7:45 AM
  • Mood: Happy Tears
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: The River
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I know, I know: I suck.

I've been away for a reason: I've been shooting a short film. More information is on my blog. Here's a teaser/documentation video on what went down during the first day: Click me. This is the first short film I'm shooting on my own. I'm just glad my team is all professional and competent and just flat out amazing. This will be a testament on what a group of like-minded fans of films from Aklan, my hometown, can do. Personally, I'm pretty excited for the finished product. Wish us luck! Your support is always appreciated.

Jofer and out!





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Pink Potato Attack!

Journal Entry: Mon Mar 26, 2012, 11:09 PM
  • Mood: Terror
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: The River; The Walking Dead 2
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Hi there!

This is your favorite pink potato signing in from an airport. I'm off to stay at my parents' house for the whole month of April (and maybe even extend that one-month vacation if I'm lucky). Although I'll be shooting an independent short film while I'm lost in parts unknown, I'll also have more time for all things deviantART. That means more critiques, more involvement, more time to work on my planned projects and contests and news article series! :squee:

I know, I know. I'm the only one excited. Still, here's to the exciting opportunities for the summer! I'll be checking back with you guys as soon as I get Internet (which I think may take me one to two days, considering my parents' house is smack dab in the middle of nowhere).

You can always find me in WriteRoom. If not, that means I'm still stuck without access to deviantART. Poor me.

Also, did you freaking see the finale episode of THE WALKING DEAD (season 2)?! IKR? *dies of a zombie death*


Over and out,
Jofer






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They Tried to Stone me...

Journal Entry: Fri Mar 16, 2012, 10:18 PM
  • Mood: Terror
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: The River; The Walking Dead 2
Vampires Don't Drink Coffee

Pepe Serapio


Haunt Me :work:
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It's Finals Week in graduate school, which translates to Hell on Earth for your friendly, neighborhood sanity killer. Too much stuff to do, too little time, too little motivation. UGH.

And I had things planned! Many, many things! Awesome, awesome things! Things like bumming around in chat rooms and commenting on other deviant's journals and critiquing stuff and suggesting DDs to our very own thorns and much, much more. Damn finals week! Damn it to HELL!

In other news, has anyone seen the trailer for Dark Shadows starring Johnny DERP, Bellatrix Lestrange, and that purple girl from Kick-Ass? I did! Freddy Krueger and 1992's Selina Kyla will also be there! Not to mention the naked French girl from The Dreamers! What more could we want from a Depp-Burton collaboration? Oh and the screenplay was written by Seth Grahame-Smith. Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter? Excited for the movie version of that book too!

Before I return to my coffin, I'd like to also entertain the idea that I'll be pulling a page out of LadyLincoln's book and writing my own issue thingy. She's the one behind the Ladies of Lit series, which I love, btw, and I'm going gaga over the idea of me starting my own. I'm pretty sure no one will read it but it'll be fun to come up with. Expect more blood and gore and gothic goodness with my series.

That's all for now! Have a great weekend, you guys! I'll try to survive through hell for you.


Licking my wounds (literally; yum!),
Jofer






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Journal Entry: Sat Mar 10, 2012, 5:30 AM
  • Mood: Tired
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: The Finder
Vampires Don't Drink Coffee

Pepe Serapio


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There's so much pain in my head. I'm looking forward to the end of this semester. It was a fun and very educational ride, not to mention humbling, but I really need a much-deserved vacation. Wish me luck. I hope I pass my two classes. Failing them isn't an option. Here comes the compulsory sigh. Sigh.

Since I won that 3-month premium membership (by pure luck, I might add) from thorns, during the Word Wars Chat Tour stop over at theWrittenRevolution, I've been trying to become more involved with the community. I've always wanted to help newbies and the like, to feel welcomed and encouraged by the literature community. I figured I should start right now, when I can.

Can't you see how devoted I can be (hey, that rhymes!)? Juggling the last week of classes with deviantART? Awesome, I know.

I'm already looking forward to more of this. I just love this feeling, helping others. So, yeah, note me if you have some questions or anything. I might be able to help. Let's all help this community grow and get stronger. This is what deviantART is all about.


Surviving (somewhat),
Jofer




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:bulletpink: wreckling interviewed LadyLincoln and you can read all about that here.
:bulletpink: IrrevocableFate has published Lit Linked: Volume IV. Read it! Now!
:bulletpink: The Ladies of Lit: Volume XIX by LadyLincoln is a treat to the senses, as always. Do read the latest volume.
:bulletpink: Expose-Lit published Tip Guide on Talking to People, which was written by none other than LadyLincoln. Another must read from her!
:bulletpink: Beccalicious is inviting you to Vodka Laser Mark 2, a deviant meet, which is an event where you can meet other deviants like yourself, in Derby. It'll be on March 31, a Saturday. Give her a fist bump if you're going!
:bulletpink: wyldhoney published Name Your Droppings vol. 2. This time he interviewed the dynamic duo of thorns and GrimFace242.
:bulletpink: Love dA Lit: Issue 68 is out. Read on to find out what's new, according to the lovely IrrevocableFate. She's never wrong, so you should really read this one.
:bulletpink: wreckling published Literature CR Update - February 2012. I know it's already March but it's still a good read. Find out why.
:bulletpink: Have I mentioned thorns just became a Community Volunteer? But I bet you already know that. Go on her page and give her a well-deserved :hug:!




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:bulletpink: :iconfocusonlit: is looking for new staff members, Motivators, to work alongside the awesome thorns and a-fiery-boom.
:bulletpink: From March 07 to 20, Critique-It will be focusing on Poetry. If you plan to have your poetry critiqued, make sure to read the group guidelines first. It'll certainly save you time and trouble.
:bulletpink: Word-Smiths has some clarifications on the group's policy on accepting Haiku and Eastern Poetry. It's just a little bit of effort on your part. Help the staff help you!
:bulletpink: Over at writers-in-progress, there's an ongoing discussion on Movies Based on Books. Let your voice be heard!
:bulletpink: You only have 9 to 10 days left for ScreamPrompts' current prompt: "Someone gets the feeling they're being watched". Hurry! That someone might be in terrible, literary danger.
:bulletpink: WritersInk will be hosting their Crit Chat this Saturday, March 10, at 1pm GMT. Don't miss it! Here's your pass. They've also published the latest edition to their Weekly Roundup, in which they feature the best of the best of the group. Don't forget to show some love for BunnyFroofroo, who was featured by the group as their Writer of the Month.
:bulletpink: Check out theWrittenRevolution's journal on the group's alumni, where they feature a veritable who's who on the guys who paved the road for the revolution. Other must-read journals from the group in the past week include Writers of the Revolution, where members are featured, and tWR Guide: Past Projects, where they highlight their past projects (duh?) to make the revolution stronger.
:bulletpink: The latest issue of The Favorites Project was just published by LITplease. Looking for quality? Then read this. You won't regret it!
:bulletpink: :Written-Imagination: is on the verge of an overhaul. From remodelling the gallery to the new critique system, this journal update covers the group's future plans. There're also new prompts and a March contest. Also, 200 staff positions are still available. If you want to help, this may be your chance.
:bulletpink: Writers-Club is planning a Critique Night. Head on over there and suggest the time when you'll be available.  
:bulletpink: Love-4-Dark-Poetry has a new prompt and it's with a song in mind! Keep it dark!
:bulletpink: March is Abstract Feelings Month at HumanConditions. Check their second contest out and don't forget to say hi to the group's Members of the Month for March.  




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:bulletpink: If you have time and want to know me more, rather figure out what kind of stuff I write, here are the newest deviations in my gallery. Feel free to comment. Critiques will be especially welcomed.



:bulletpink: You can also check out my horror novel, Vampires Don't Drink Coffee. It needs a lot of work and I'll need all the help I can get.

VAMPIRES DON'T DRINK COFFEE on FocusOnLit
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:bulletpink: And now for the features... Be sure to check the following literature out. These are some of the best we have on the community. Show them love, mates!

Holy Ghost, a Foreign HostHitler reigns over this town.
He savagely peels each body open like an apple
and each defragmented shell lies
in curled shapes
circumventing their own cores like unfinished fetuses.
Each one is left intact.
The shells are stinking
and soggy fumes waft heavily over Earth like a disease.
Now this is truly evil.
He looks
down upon Desolate Planet Earth
and registers a series of bodies. Something he does not feel is solitude.
One is a feminist.
One is the next Caesar.
And one is the boy king,
Tutankhamen.
(I)
Of the three bodies,
The first is a girl with cherry red lips,
she lives as memories collect. Figures move quickly
picking pieces of thought from inside ears
their faces bruised badly
purples swelling and engorging rapidly.
In each life
she wore a white dress.
Beneath the fabric is nestled a flower
whose red color imitates
the exact hue of her lips.
Each summer
before blossoming
the flower is violently wrenched open
until the nectar runs out in pools,
the sour liquid webbed bet
:thumb279938656: Dear MomDear Mom,
[I know this really isn't a letter like I promised, but you should be used to me giving less then I say I will]
I'm going to feel bad, throwing you into the ocean.
I'm going to have to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and grip my hip [because you're there, forever; in jagged scar tissue with upside down mountain capped M's and a blocky O, you're there, forever.] to keep myself from diving in after you and gathering you back together with the finest cheesecloth, molding you back together and filling you with all the beautiful things you've been drained of. I'll jam sea glass in your eye sockets and replace your weak bird bones with coral, I'll fill your lungs with saltwater [because oxygen obviously never worked; I almost miss that respirator keeping me awake at night] and wrap you with seaweed to hold you together again.
And I'll let you speak by jamming the truths to all my lies I've told you down your throat. I will whispersobconfess all my dirty deeds. I will tell yo
Enduring LoveRemember summer - daffodils unbind,
reflecting salt-and-pepper thunder-skies.
Forget-me-nots intriguingly unwind,
angelic lovebirds offer lullabies.
Maria's autumn freckles scattering
across curvaceous stomach - regular.
Refracted sunlight whispers, faltering
within gold-amber irises – stellar.  
Decaying memories evoke disgust.
concern: suspicion, feared unfaithfulness,
imprisoning irrational distrust,
until confession, pleading righteousness.
        Together, lovers' promises unveiled,
        aware affection's constancy prevails.
:thumb276895922: 1000 Paper CranesI.
We whispered prayers into the corridors
while I spoke into your ribcage,
telling lies to our skeletons
to help you understand.
you said they loved
watching me wax poetic
while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes
cover our skin
while I taught you how to fly.
(you were always too afraid to fall
and too afraid to land).
II.
It wasn't lovesongs we sang;
it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe
but you said ghosts exist
without compassion,
and without sins.
I told the doctor
his medication clipped your wings.
III.
I fed you sweet words
tucked in between
candy-canes
and licorice
While I cried in secret every mo(u)rning
pressing tears beneath
the fragile scales
of angelfish
The doctors said
we needed to prepare.
I told them I was kissing
dandelion flowers;
hoping for a wish.
IV.
we counted every soft bruised bone
with lover's temperaments
as your temperature rose and fell.
The doctors crushed them in their hands
when they spoke of vital signs
and
Me and My Shadowi.
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver nightscape. I leap back onto the thorns, onto the blue leaves and pray my shadow seeks dry ground. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention.
ii.
My shadow ripples to the privacy of the umbrellas. Some aquatic acacias were born like that, shaped like the human plastic as though it would dispel their liquefied sin. I think about joining him, bu
Drowning in the RainThey're standing out there, on the street, two girls frozen in place, frozen in their bodies, and the people walking by find it kind of hard not to stare.
The one girl's called Eleanor, and her makeup's smeared so badly it looks like she's been crying, and she probably was. Her hair looks like an oil spill clinging to her neck and her eyes like rusty sunk-in nickels and she looks tired, really fucking tired.  The cover up's running, too, and it almost looks pretty, like a tattoo; the scar tissue stretched across her skin.
She's a mess, a beautiful disaster, a train wreck that everyone seems to have no trouble ignoring.
The other girl's a lot smaller, younger, and her name's Ellie.  Her skin's pale like the rain soaking down her clothes, and it's heavy; the weight might just crush her.  She has this thing about her, when she looks at you, you really can't keep looking, and they say you can't do that with the prettiest of things.
She's been called a lot of t
clark kentSilver eyeshadow and a blush; smack lips
and sway hips. The nail file's on overtime
and the glitter's out sick. Snap bra strap,
winking at the mirror; stars could get lost
in this cleavage, and these cups could be
flowerpots for a healthy crop of petunias
or baskets for hot air balloons, if I chose.
Tonight I'm juxtaposing crepe with Lycra;
all those stubborn parts sedated, yielding
like cats before the leap. Skirt the colour
and size of a blackbird's wing and knickers
tight enough to make me sing. Peep show
smile; big hairstyle. Just the faintest smell
of wine. And I close the phone booth door
without a single sound:
tonight I don't fear Kryptonite.
I'm going on the town.
BoyMany women will write poetry
from you. They will translate
your nose into an apostrophe
your smile to the front side
of a parentheses, the back
to tears only once admitted.
They will filter your father's ashes
into adverbs that define your fingers
quaking along skin and sin
toward fibrous paper. 
 
They will dismiss your flaws
as improperly placed commas
or periods born before their time.
They will inspect, perfect
& infect you with emotions
you never learned to muster.
But none of them will know
you as I did: a boy, bent
beneath the waves of love
and glad for it.







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Idiotic Rambling in place of Actual Writing

Journal Entry: Sun Mar 4, 2012, 7:26 PM
  • Mood: Not Impressed
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: The Walking Dead; The River
Vampires Don't Drink Coffee

Pepe Serapio


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I can't believe I'm stressing out over a short story submission! Then again, it's for graduate school and if it sucks, my chances of passing the class are down to a nil. Hmm. Yeah. That does sound justified. Can I panic now?

I just want to get this over with but I can't. I can't even write anything worth reading. I hate creative writing classes! Why can't I just get my degree as a hand out? /IdioticRambling

:new: UPDATE. The following is a tweet I sent to the lovely coconut, thorns, one of the best and most helpful people on the literature community, regarding the wonderful story I came up with during the Word Wars Chat Tour (fav.me/d47u764):

@ThornyCoconut I've decided not so submit the story I came up with on the word war chat to my creative writing class. I need more time. :|

My deadline for  a story submission is this Thursday, March 08, and I felt that the word war chat-inspired short story needs more time. The story's something that I found personally exciting. I feel it'd be disrespectful if I rushed it, hence my decision to go with another story, one that I've written a few weeks ago and was my Plan A. Panic averted, I suppose.


Dying Barely alive,
Jofer



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VAMPIRES DON'T DRINK COFFEE on FocusOnLit
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:coffeecup: History Lesson
:coffeecup: Motivation
:coffeecup: Chapters


FocusOnLit is here to help you stay on track with your novel or short story manuscript. By dividing our members by genre, we create small subgroups.  Each member is expected to comment on each of the submissions to their genre folder; giving praise for exceptional parts and advice on how to strengthen weaker aspects. In addition to commenting on the genre folders, members will be asked to partake in Monthly Workshops designed to help the writer understand their characters and story; and in turn improving their writing and believability.





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Hey guys! Check out the following deviations (you won't regret it!):

Death RisingDeath Rising
The wind blew over the Valley of Death. A crow flew low to the ground that was littered with rotting bodies, searching for something good to eat. It stopped at a human, larger than all the other ones. It gave a loud squawk, cocking its head to the side, searching for grub.
There was a shudder.
The crow flew off instantly, squawking with fear. Dead men did not move!
The man moved his arm up and rubbed his head. Why wasn't he dead like the others? He opened his eyes. Laying there for minutes that passed into hours, letting his eyes adjust to the bright sunshine.
He lifted his head up to see the mass of black birds flying over the dead soldiers. The field reeked with the stench of rotting flesh and the sound of fighting birds filled the valley.
He slowly sat up to look around at the faded uniforms on the dead men. He stood even slower and looked down at his own uniform. The green almost faded to brown and the brown to a dirty gray.
He looked dead. He felt dead. Hell, he even
:thumb285375992: TritonIt was a story about the ocean, great and powerful and sad;
And the little boy who lived in the surf and played in the waves;
A little boy who had learned to swim deep with the whales
And sing their song.
As the ages past, the sea filled with other noises:
The crush of machines washed away the music,
The nets clutched for fish,
And he was very alone.
And one day he ended up on the shore with nothing;
With his entire story drying away in the sun.
So he put his ear to a conch shell and listened.
And he heard a sound that he'd almost forgotten;
He thought about his grandmother and grandfather
And the whales and the great sea beasts
And the days that never came:
        He wrote his name in the sand
        Where the tides would find him,
        And he walked away,
And he never came back.
And the notes of the music were the flowing threads
And his grandmother's blanket p


Only three for now. I'll try to feature more next time. See you guys around!


Who's a Premium Member? I am.

Journal Entry: Sat Mar 3, 2012, 9:43 PM
  • Mood: dA Love
  • Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
  • Watching: Castle
Vampires Don't Drink Coffee

Pepe Serapio


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Ladies and gentlemen! Thanks to thorns and her lovely assistant, GrimFace242, I am now a Premium Member! Yay!

First things I did included requesting critique on all my deviations (naturally), choosing a journal skin, writing this journal (features included), and making my homepage lovely to the eyes!

This is just my first day of being a Premium Member and I'm already loving it! Who knows? After three months, I may renew my subscription. That's definitely Plan A. Plan B is to prostitute myself to those two awesome peeps for more free stuff.  


Obsessing over premium features,
Jofer



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VAMPIRES DON'T DRINK COFFEE on FocusOnLit
:coffeecup: Synopsis
:coffeecup: Timeline
:coffeecup: History Lesson
:coffeecup: Motivation
:coffeecup: Chapters


FocusOnLit is here to help you stay on track with your novel or short story manuscript. By dividing our members by genre, we create small subgroups.  Each member is expected to comment on each of the submissions to their genre folder; giving praise for exceptional parts and advice on how to strengthen weaker aspects. In addition to commenting on the genre folders, members will be asked to partake in Monthly Workshops designed to help the writer understand their characters and story; and in turn improving their writing and believability.





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Hey guys! Check out the following deviations (you won't regret it!):

Death RisingDeath Rising
The wind blew over the Valley of Death. A crow flew low to the ground that was littered with rotting bodies, searching for something good to eat. It stopped at a human, larger than all the other ones. It gave a loud squawk, cocking its head to the side, searching for grub.
There was a shudder.
The crow flew off instantly, squawking with fear. Dead men did not move!
The man moved his arm up and rubbed his head. Why wasn't he dead like the others? He opened his eyes. Laying there for minutes that passed into hours, letting his eyes adjust to the bright sunshine.
He lifted his head up to see the mass of black birds flying over the dead soldiers. The field reeked with the stench of rotting flesh and the sound of fighting birds filled the valley.
He slowly sat up to look around at the faded uniforms on the dead men. He stood even slower and looked down at his own uniform. The green almost faded to brown and the brown to a dirty gray.
He looked dead. He felt dead. Hell, he even
:thumb285375992: TritonIt was a story about the ocean, great and powerful and sad;
And the little boy who lived in the surf and played in the waves;
A little boy who had learned to swim deep with the whales
And sing their song.
As the ages past, the sea filled with other noises:
The crush of machines washed away the music,
The nets clutched for fish,
And he was very alone.
And one day he ended up on the shore with nothing;
With his entire story drying away in the sun.
So he put his ear to a conch shell and listened.
And he heard a sound that he'd almost forgotten;
He thought about his grandmother and grandfather
And the whales and the great sea beasts
And the days that never came:
        He wrote his name in the sand
        Where the tides would find him,
        And he walked away,
And he never came back.
And the notes of the music were the flowing threads
And his grandmother's blanket p


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There are a lot of things I'm looking forward to this summer season. Most of those things involve sleeping and doing nothing, maybe even just spending the whole two months sitting on my balcony, writing and reading. I do miss the country, especially my grandfather, the dogs, and that balcony. Living in the city, on the roofdeck of a condominium, is nothing compared to the bliss of a peaceful afternoon in the middle of green trees and fresh grass.

This semester had me overworked and "overstressed." A lot of that stress, however, was my own. I don't really know how and why but I'm beginning to think there's something in my head that's against me winning. I've been thinking maybe I've bitten off more than I could chew, maybe I don't even have the talent to survive in this field. It's just my first semester in graduate school – I'm on a creative writing program – and my outputs are discouraging me. I've been here before, however. I've doubted myself before, my writing. I've thought about quitting and moving on. But I love writing, I love literature, I love reading, and I just want to be a part of this world so bad. I want to contribute something to this field.

I will get over this. I just need this summer to cheer me on.

In other news, why are you still not following my blog? You should RSS it or something. It's chockfull of sexiness. No money back guarantees. BLOG RIGHT HERE, LOVE.

Except something new each week for the next few weeks. I'll be uploading most of my writing here again.  


I will survive,
Jofer



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Please Go Out With Me Again. Pretty sure you're not supposed to go out with this guy ever again. Also try and get a restraining order. Based on a true story from a compulsive liar.

What of the Atmosphere. I need this critiqued for my creative writing class. The story is set in the Philippines, so the customs may be different from that of any other setting.

Vampires Don't Drink Coffee 02. Chapter Two (draft) of my horror novel Vampires Don't Drink Coffee on FocusOnLit. I'd appreciate critiques, especially on grammar and style.

My Love, She Kills Me. Beauty is she whose eyes see beyond what is meant. There are no lines easy to read, but read them she can, even without the words that you claim to be yours. For the young and sweet / the sidekick / who will forever be / though dead as she.

Why I'm a Sucky Boyfriend. I will always be in love with you, yellow. On a less sappy note, my Starbucks name is now Nescafe. Nescafe thinks there might be alcohol in a Raspberry Cafe Latte...or the barista might've just tried to kill Nescafe.



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I may be back real soon. I've been excited to make a return here, especially to my groups, but I still have a lot of work IRL holding me back. That and I still need to figure out how to manage my time better. I really want to contribute to the whole field here, literature, when I return. I don't just want to lurk and get praises and free stuff. I want to do my part. I've been working on that, so maybe next week, after Wednesday's midterm exams, I'll be on deviantART more often. Wish me luck! I missed you guys!


Yours till pescetarianism kills me,
Jofer



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Vampires Don't Drink Coffee 02. Chapter Two (draft) of my horror novel Vampires Don't Drink Coffee on FocusOnLit. I'd appreciate critiques, especially on grammar and style.

My Love, She Kills Me. Beauty is she whose eyes see beyond what is meant. There are no lines easy to read, but read them she can, even without the words that you claim to be yours. For the young and sweet / the sidekick / who will forever be / though dead as she.

Why I'm a Sucky Boyfriend. I will always be in love with you, yellow. On a less sappy note, my Starbucks name is now Nescafe. Nescafe thinks there might be alcohol in a Raspberry Cafe Latte...or the barista might've just tried to kill Nescafe.

Meiles Baime. For flightless-angel. Aš nežinau, aš ne tikrai patenkintas su šia istorija. Aš galiu peržiūrėti šią ateityje. Ne gerai parašyti, kai esate serga. Linksmų Velykų!



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Lately, I've been having problems with my FocusOnLit novel. I just can't find the will to finish it. I'm still trying to take whatever's left of my inspiration for the novel and come up with something this weekend, but I might have to scrap the whole thing (yet again) and find a new story.

The last couple of weeks, I've been busy trying to quit my job so I can proceed with graduate school. Just last night, I'm officially jobless. I will be taking my master's degree in Creative Writing, a prospect that has me excited from the get-go. The sheer experience is just amazing when I think about it. I'm just a little afraid of getting my writing critiqued in my face by awesome published authors so I took it upon myself to quit my job, take the program full time, and ready myself emotionally and mentally for the life-changing event.

Wish me luck!

You can also stalk me on Goodreads!


Yours till the DID gets me,
Jofer



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Vampires Don't Drink Coffee 02. Chapter Two (draft) of my horror novel Vampires Don't Drink Coffee on FocusOnLit. I'd appreciate critiques, especially on grammar and style.

My Love, She Kills Me. Beauty is she whose eyes see beyond what is meant. There are no lines easy to read, but read them she can, even without the words that you claim to be yours. For the young and sweet / the sidekick / who will forever be / though dead as she.

Why I'm a Sucky Boyfriend. I will always be in love with you, yellow. On a less sappy note, my Starbucks name is now Nescafe. Nescafe thinks there might be alcohol in a Raspberry Cafe Latte...or the barista might've just tried to kill Nescafe.

Meiles Baime. For flightless-angel. Aš nežinau, aš ne tikrai patenkintas su šia istorija. Aš galiu peržiūrėti šią ateityje. Ne gerai parašyti, kai esate serga. Linksmų Velykų!



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Finally got the second chapter up! Wow. That took a long time. Expect the third chapter in a bit. By in a bit, I don't necessarily mean in a short amount of time, though I'd want that. Read it at Vampires Don't Drink Coffee 02.

In other news, I still need a vacation. Someone donate airplane tickets for me!



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Vampires Don't Drink Coffee 02. Chapter Two (draft) of my horror novel Vampires Don't Drink Coffee on FocusOnLit. I'd appreciate critiques, especially on grammar and style.

My Love, She Kills Me. Beauty is she whose eyes see beyond what is meant. There are no lines easy to read, but read them she can, even without the words that you claim to be yours. For the young and sweet / the sidekick / who will forever be / though dead as she.

Why I'm a Sucky Boyfriend. I will always be in love with you, yellow. On a less sappy note, my Starbucks name is now Nescafe. Nescafe thinks there might be alcohol in a Raspberry Cafe Latte...or the barista might've just tried to kill Nescafe.

Meiles Baime. For flightless-angel. Aš nežinau, aš ne tikrai patenkintas su šia istorija. Aš galiu peržiūrėti šią ateityje. Ne gerai parašyti, kai esate serga. Linksmų Velykų!



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I am not going to sugarcoat any of this: my weekends sucked.

Why? Well, it rained hard. Although I did get a chance to see a movie with an old friend, I went home knee deep in flood water, which I think had a high concentration of animal urine and fecal matter. When I got home, I immediately took a warm bath and lo and behold! Rashes all over my skin. The very next night? I had fever. I was hot all over, shaking because it was "cold," and I puked all over the toilet. I also had the delusion that it was raining hard, the wind was howling, when in fact, it was a pretty dry Saturday night. To top that all off, certain muscles were weak the next morning, like I was Batman and I just got my ass handed to me by Bane.

Now people are saying I might have leptospirosis and that's not a pretty thing. I may be out for a long time. Right now I'm getting my blood and pee checked. If I die, my epitaph will read like something from the Pirates movies. Died like a true pirate lord. Something like that.

Curse ye, Davy Jones! Argh!  



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Stranded on Moon Bubble. Written for Writers-Workshop's The Reason for Rhyme workshop.

Hospital Bed Crawl (Vampires Don't Drink Coffee #1). Chapter One (draft) of my horror novel Vampires Don't Drink Coffee on FocusOnLit. I'd appreciate critiques, especially on grammar and style.

My Love, She Kills Me. Beauty is she whose eyes see beyond what is meant. There are no lines easy to read, but read them she can, even without the words that you claim to be yours. For the young and sweet / the sidekick / who will forever be / though dead as she.

Why I'm a Sucky Boyfriend. I will always be in love with you, yellow. On a less sappy note, my Starbucks name is now Nescafe. Nescafe thinks there might be alcohol in a Raspberry Cafe Latte...or the barista might've just tried to kill Nescafe.

Have you met the mirror? Fine. I can't write drunk. Wrote this on some Starbucks napkins (red gel pen makes awesome effects) to surprise who I thought was an old female friend. Turns out, we have never met before. She got a free poem but she paid for it with an endearing smile. I have got to stop mistaking people in coffee shops during the wee hours of the night. What is sleep?

Meiles Baime. For flightless-angel. Aš nežinau, aš ne tikrai patenkintas su šia istorija. Aš galiu peržiūrėti šią ateityje. Ne gerai parašyti, kai esate serga. Linksmų Velykų!

9 Things. I love the number 9. These are just a few truths that came to mind while I was bored one day.



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