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If you are a member- you may now submit your literature! If you come across any problems in submitting your literature, please alert me or ~WorkerBees , our Co-Founder. You may also alert !sweetkiesel1221 our Contributor.

Each member is allowed 2 deviations per week that will be automatically approved by two judges.

Also- you may submit one piece to the 'Featured folder' per week. We will decide to either accept or decline it.

If you would like to submit more than two deviations per week, they will be judged. Currently two votes are needed to put your deviation into the gallery.

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26 letters26 letters.
That's all language is.
every poem,
every novel,
every Shakespearean play.
26 letters

So how can one,
make these words fun?
Or scary?
Or sad?

How can one,
manipulate language.
Kill the rules
make us sound like fools.

Even now, you think,
'This guy's an idiot'.
He's trying to rhyme 'think' with 'idiot'.
And he has a colossally bad habit of putting too many syllables in one line.

But that's okay.
You know why?
Because in the end,
literature isn't literature.
Just a different combination of,
26 letters. 26 letters by ~WorkerBees

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PressurePressure.
The weight bears down upon me,
like Atlas holding the sky.

Pressure.
There is so much to do,
but I'm only one guy!

Pressure.
From my parents, teachers,
and friends

Pressure.
From everyone,
I fear it never ends.

Pressure.
Things to do,
the world to scour.

Pressure.
As I race along,
at a hundred miles per hour

Pressure.
The world on my back.

Pressure.
I should hit the sack.

Pressure.
Just need some rest.

Pressure.
I'll do my best.

But really, who can sleep?
With all this.
Pressure.Pressure by ~WorkerBees

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The Greatest LieLife.
We live, we love,
we laugh, we cry.
And all the while,
it passes us by.

Robots living,
in a plastic bubble.
we fear the void
and any sort of trouble.

We fear to fail,
but we fail at life.
See, to live is not all good,
most of it's a strife.

But that's the beauty of it,
see?
What it takes to be you,
and me.

Individuals
not some Illuminati clone
branded by society,
with nothing of our own

Taste fear,
feel regret.
Fill your life with things,
you shall never forget.

For this is the time,
it's but a strife.
This great lie we 'live',
this lie we call,
Life.The Greatest Lie by ~WorkerBees

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InfectedThe spiders,
surround me.

The biters,
around me.

Deadly venom,
piercing fangs.

From the ceiling,
my body hangs.

Limp, lifeless.
Nearly dead.
My feet turn numb,
blood goes to my head.

The venom,
consumes me,
destroys me,
renews me.

Reborn,
not fully me.
Not human, not spider
but somewhere in between.

A king, I am.
No, their Queen.
They need me, love me,
no longer are they mean.

Forever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever.

Paitent and silent,
I wait.
For one like I was;
for my next prey.Infected by ~WorkerBees

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The 4th of JulyOn the fourth of July last year, I became a murderer.

I remember how the day started out, normal and all with my parents shouting at each other and banging doors and my baby brother crying and I'm trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was the very average day and if I let that bring me down I would've killed myself a long time ago. But I always keep bringing to mind what the school counselor keeps telling me, "you have to be positive Jayce, that's very important." I hear my dad shouting from behind, asking about my destination and I tell him that it's school. He just says, "it better be school Jayce. I don’t like it wheThe 4th of July by ~TheLaughingDreamer

HomeFor the restless, 'home' is a difficult concept; the idea of a physical or hypothetical place we are tied to. That we will always return to. That we will always belong to. Milo has always said that airports are his home, or train stations or motor way service stops. Home is where the heart is, and Milo’s heart is in escape. He dreams of flitting from place to place and belonging to them all, absorbing everything and being absorbed as he runs free. But even those who run are running from somewhere and no one can outrun the primal ache that calls us back.

‘You could have called. Or do hippies not have phones?’

‘I calleHome by ~Raaawrli

Finalei don't know how many times i've written this same story, but i can tell you that i've wasted half of my notebook on you.

i remember when i woke up that morning and all of a sudden my dreams and thoughts were filled with you and me, we were holding hands and feeding koi fish and laughing on wet grass, your fingers on my chin and lifting my face towards yours—you became my problem without our permission.
the visions of us walking in the park keep haunting me, just as i see the sun set every night and see the sun rise every morning because you are the ghost in my closet and i can't seem to tackle my fear of you. and despite waking up at 4:30Finale by ~Stara-Aquila

Snowblind - Draft 1No sleep, twenty six hours.
It's been twenty six hours since I last saw you.
Twenty six hours from when I last saw anything.

My eyes were sore when I woke up in the morning, conjunctivitis, they diagnosed. I stared at my red, puffy eyes until my head hurt. The world was tinged with snow flakes, warm and melting, coating my eyes and I found that blinking was no help, only bringing in more water.
To those who didn't know the diagnosis, they assume that I stayed up crying for three nights.
Instead, I stayed awake for twenty six hours staring at the sun all night. I won't tell anyone.

I still think about you. When we stared at the sun all nSnowblind - Draft 1 by ~Stara-Aquila

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A Summer's FantasyWhen the wind called no more
The greens rustled craving songs
And the shadows of the blue trees smiled.
There was a fire horse racing the light, burning
And the ice birds migrating to the north
And the butterflies grew double wings, crystal clear.
The rainbow fairies danced in tribal bonfires
And the hiccuping elves celebrated their queen
The silver wolves moaned at the full moon.
There was a golden parrot telling stories to the pirates
While a stone skinned princess danced with a sand skinned prince
As the purple sun tried to beat the orange sun with it's shine.
Yet, my greatest fantasy was you.A Summer's Fantasy by ~TheLaughingDreamer

The day Hope CameThere were times of grace, and the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who were staring and glancing
There were laughs and joys
Mixed with lots of noise
And the girls and the boys
Who were young and prancing

There was once a kid
Who never did what they did
He just sulked and hid
When the girls were laughing
While the boys were bragging
And the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who were staring and glancing

A girl named Hope once walked his way
She had a great smile and she made his day
And when Hope was close
The poor kid froze
While the girls were giggling
And the boys were fiddling
And the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who weThe day Hope Came by ~TheLaughingDreamer

when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinks
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes

For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists

You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze

Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers

(Torn when writers cry by ~TheLaughingDreamer

Smashing the Barrier~Poem

A/N: Also posted on KP.

SMASHING THE BARRIER
The outside
Densely populated
Suffocating masses of people
You're just an insignificant speck
A pawn on a chessboard
Who cannot control fate
Fate plans your future
And your happiness is not a big priority
But there is one place where fate cannot interfere

The inside
A world of magic
Possibilities stretched
The sky is never too high
The ocean never too deep
A heavenly haven
Companions you'll never have in the outside
Your quirks, your eccentricities, your flaws
Everything accepted, colours of a spontaneous splatter painting
Everyone vibrant and different
One unrecognisable wild beautiful
World of your own

A barrier
Thickening, strengthening
A shell
Coccooning yourself in your mind
Isolating yourself in somewhere
Too hard for anyone to find
But there are leaks
Spaces between the cement and the stone
Bubbles are popped eventually
And the three little pigs' brick house will be
ReducSmashing the Barrier~Poem by ~Silhouette33Insanity

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Chaptered Works

The Angelicists Chapter 5Chapter 5 – A Fear of Flesh
It had been months since Finn had met Natasha and Miles. The question had not been raised when or how he would leave. In honesty, it had been silently decided that he would stay forever. It didn't sit right with Finn. He knew very well what had happened between Natasha and her father. He was well aware of the fact that she needed someone to lean on besides Miles. He knew she was leaning on him now. He knew she trusted him.
But he was, after all, a Demonbearer. No matter how hard he might try to be something else, he could never shake the shadow of his own unfortunate reality. This was, and would always be, his oThe Angelicists Chapter 5 by ~Heathen-God

The Angelicists Chapter 4Chapter 4 – The Deserter
~Two Months Later~
Henry was angry, afraid, enraged, betrayed, and livid. These were not emotions the man was accustomed to dealing with. Henry was a self-proclaimed genius, the leader of a rebellion, a God of sorts; he had no time for rage and fear in his busy, prosperous life. And yet, here it was, staring him in the face; blatant betrayal and disrespect. His face remained pleasant, calm, even serene as Anthony informed him of the escape of one of his most trusted believers. Anthony finished.
"Sir?" he asked nervously. They had been friends since birth and Anthony could tell by the sudden glazed appearance in hisThe Angelicists Chapter 4 by ~Heathen-God

The Stranger by *Blacksand459

.::Element: B1: C1::. by ~EnglishEarlGrey

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Mature Content

Whose Rules? Chapter 1 by =BeauNestor

Chaos by ~Raaawrli

Near The Black by ~Clouded-Rachel

The VoicesTrembling in fear, he sat on his bed. He could hear them. They were like insects, buzzing in his ear, whispering the most horrid things, each threat worse than the last. He wanted escape. He needed escape. He needed to get away from the hell that was his life. The voices constantly whispering to him. Faceless voices threatening with things much worse than death.
"We will hunt you," they said. "We will find you and make sure you never speak again. We will remove your tongue and feed it to you. We will make your life hell."
He feared them. He tried to hide, but how does one hide from his own thoughts? How does one hide from the terror coThe Voices by ~WorkerBees

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Eight Hour ShiftsI know you don't smile
for days,
weeks,
when I'm not here

not here to sing you
Frank Sinatra songs
sugar sugar how ya
get so fly

not here to spin you around
(even in a wheelchair,
you dance beautifully
and I never won't tell you this)

you ask me
when you can leave
I tell you
"soon"
and leave the room
holding back tearsEight Hour Shifts by ~amy-derfer

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Sorry Guys

by ~WorkerBees, Apr 2, 2013, 5:56:00 PM
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Hey guys, sorry for the long stretch of unanswered deviation requests. I haven't been on dA for the longest time, and to be honest, am losing interest in the site. I'll do my best to stay updated on you guys. Let me just say that I am so far very impressed at the skill shown by our members, and while our deviation screening isn't very hard to get past, every feature has been very deserving of its status. Keep it up guys. Rock on.
~WorkerBees

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~TheLaughingDreamer Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you for accepting me

~Clouded-Rachel Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome! We're glad to have you.

*Blacksand459 Oct 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Greetings! Thank you for accepting me into the group.

~Clouded-Rachel Oct 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No problem! We're glad to have you. (:

~Silhouette33Insanity Jul 31, 2012

I just want to know how you post writing...I've just finished a piece...

~WorkerBees Aug 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

go to the groups page and click the "contribute art" button at the top. Using the drop arrow, click the folder you wish to put it in, and then choose the deviation you want to submit.

~Clouded-Rachel Aug 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

To post writing, go to the bar at the top of the page. Where it says 'submit' roll over it and click on 'Submit Art' in the drop-down menu. When that loads, under the title and category should be a white box with two buttons below it. Click the right button which should say 'Add Text.' Copy your piece and paste it in the box that pops up. Then click 'ok.' If there's two previews in the box, don't 'x' out of one because you'll lose your piece...which has happened to me.

Then all you need to do is give it a title, put it in a category, and at the bottom give it a rating- Like is it mature or not? Then it should post to dA.

Hope that helps! If you have any more questions feel free to ask me.

*0hgravity Jul 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

yep. Go to the gallery of EliteWriters

You'll see all the categories.

find the proper one (poetry, prose, etc.)

click the plus (+) button on the far right.

it'll give you a drop down menu with two options: 'submit a new deviation' or 'contribute an existing deviation'

you'll probably want to click the second option if you have already uploaded the piece to your own page
if you haven't uploaded it yet then click 'new deviation'

the rest should be pretty self-explanatory

if you're still having trouble let us know!

~Stara-Aquila Jul 8, 2012 Student Writer

Sorry about the crazy submission thing...and I accidentley put them in the wrong folders.

I'm sorry...could I fix this somehow?

~Clouded-Rachel Jul 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Which folders do you want to put them in? I'm guessing you'd want Arcade Lights in Prose...is that the only one you submitted to the wrong folder? I can fix that....I'll decline it and then you can resubmit it to the right folder.

(Yeah, I know, I'm supposed to be gone right now....long story.)

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