By the sea shoreThere's a sound like the ocean when you put your ear to a conch shell. Or it's supposed to be the ocean. Lynn's always thought otherwise.By the sea shore by anapests-and-ink
It's the sound of pulling and pushing and sighing and rushing.
Feral, fierce echoes.
There's a bone in your ear that's shaped like a shell. Lynn thinks that's why the conch is so special; it’s a link, a familiarity that grasps as deep as your bones.
She found her conch on a trip to Cedar Key, with Tommy and Lizzie and Helen. They wandered along the sand, skipping in and out of waves, watching the water eat the shore. Lynn liked the way each wave flattened along the beach, grasping greedy at her toes. Tommy and Lizzie whooped war cries at seagulls. Helen chased a hermit crab from the tide line to a tidal pool. Lynn gathered driftwood and seaglass, searching for the perfect natural knicknack. The conch shell was half-buried in seaweed. She washed it, standing calf-deep in the body of the
Ezra and the ImagistesImagism was not created in a classroom, or in a gathering of academics. The Imagist movement was born in a Kensington tea-shop in the spring of 1912, at a meeting between three good friends: Ezra Pound, Hilda Doolittle (better known as H.D.), and Richard Aldington. “Like other American expatriates,” Richard Aldington later wrote, “Ezra and H.D. developed an almost insane relish for tea. Thus it came about that most of our meetings took place in the rather prissy milieu of some infernal bun-shop full of English Spinsters” (134). This particular meeting had been called by Ezra Pound, upon receiving copies of a handful of H.D.'s latest poems. “Ezra was so much worked up by these poems of H.D.'s that he removed his pince-nez and informed us that we were Imagists” (Aldington 135).Ezra and the Imagistes by anapests-and-ink
What exactly is an Imagist? Harold Monro, in his article "The Imagists Discussed," wrote
They have not at any time taken much trouble to
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide by Bellairs
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
Perfect Strangers Club"Step One: Try everything else before you come crying to us."Perfect Strangers Club by Gryphyn-Bloodheart
The Perfect Strangers Club is a dating service for people who hate themselves. Of course, it doesn't promote itself like that. It's supposed to be a "transformational dating experience" and that sounds peachy at first, but everyone knows it as the dating service of last resort.
The system is pretty extreme. It works like a twelve-step program. Except when you're done with it, you should be a completely different person, or at least have a soul mate. And it's not that the program actually believes in soul mates. It just assumes that if you change with someone enough, you'll inevitably have an intimate connection, like two pieces of candy that melted into each other in a hot car.
Does it work? I've heard a lot of different things. Some people find they get matched with people they really like. At some point, they just start ignoring the program, date like normal, and have relatively successful relationships that
11. MemoryThis is a tribute to the fickleness of memory.11. Memory by Bellairs
This sentence is for all the times you had a great idea, then forgot it as soon as you had the time to write it down.
This sentence is for the dream so profound you woke up screaming, but forgot in another five seconds.
This sentence is for the nostalgia that glosses over all the unpleasant parts of the past.
This sentence is for the song that never goes away.
This sentence is for the fright you get as memories slowly fade away to nothingness, visited only in your dreams (refer back to sentence 2).
This sentence is for the warmth of that time you were all snuggled up in just the right chair reading a book or watching a movie while eating comfort food.
This sentence is for that embarrassing thing you did once which you tried to forget but now you remember again (hint, school, youth, family, other people laughing, awkward silence, disappointment, and probably alcohol).
This sentence is for the memory of a sad time which has lost its bite ove
True StoryThis is my story. I wrote it. With my own two hands I have crafted this tale, right from my own imagination. I created it from nothing, or rather, from scraps left over from a dictionary. It starts with a guy whose name escapes me. He does something that you wouldn't believe, (or maybe you would. You can be kind of like that sometimes.) Bad things happen, and he loses faith a few times, and just when you think life could never be good again, it is. He doesn't live happily ever after, but the problem he was facing is resolved to your satisfaction. I just wish I could remember the details.True Story by JohnAndreButler
You'd love it; it was just your kind of story. It had all the elements that I knew you'd enjoy, so I couldn't help but think of you the whole time I wrote it. In fact, I may have accidently slipped you in there somewhere. It was tasteful though. You would have liked it.
I won an award for the story. Everyone dusted off their old typewriters for some reason, and sent me a letter of congratulations. It w
Summer Haze ContestAbout Us | Our Rules | Our Gallery | tWR GuideSummer Haze Contest by WrittenRevolt
ripped at the seams,
those summer nights..."
We believe that much of writers' inspiration is drawn from themselves and that everything they know and experience influences their writing. This contest is an invitation for you to explore how your own experiences impact your writing and also to explore a hobby that is extremely beneficial for all writers journaling. Its a way to capture your memories, the people you meet and those small quips in your head you just dont want to forget.
So what is the contest, exactly? Chronicle your summer. It doe
Rainbow Earth [Feature - Underappreciated Artists](All of these are from artists with less than 50 watchers)Rainbow Earth [Feature - Underappreciated Artists] by Sandstar12
'Flower petals sway
In a gentle daytime breeze;
Waltzing with the wind'
- Flowers on a windy day
Orange Lily by GilliflowerPhoto Orange Flower by axorca
Petals by blackeyedcreep SPANISH TRUMPETS by artistjamesknowles :thumb213778240:
Orange Spring Flower by FaerieGirl113 passionate flower in oil by ilura-menday-less Splash of Color by Michi1101
To the Dandelion by Lovell-SimonsJanet Hello little girl by Vulpedecartier yellow roses by SSchleier
Sister by travel0609 Colt's Foot III by Coatlique le fleur by Oole4kaO
Yellow Flower by bartschuli Exquisite Pestilence by GGGallery Xanthous. by LoveBlindsEyes
Yellow Rose by KW-Scott :thumb215147583: Hellebore by afairiesdream
Ittle by followthefire Dill Flowers by adiiacovo -carduus- by RedHot69
die krake by Gluecksbaerchi Green Flower by sgijinka :thumb215802797:
Hydrangeas by necoconeco-101 Irises by emanuelka :thumb216092916:
:thumb206605910: Water Spigot by monkeypress fflowers by DoubleDill iris 2 by canis-lupus59
Girl who Married a MountainThe girl with bright hair,Girl who Married a Mountain by KarlyNoelleAbreu
she ate blackberries and
fresh peaches with chill water,
until her stomach ached,
then she lay stretched out
on your slopes for hours.
You knit her a quilt from
the dearly departed leaves.
Your grass left stains on the
knees of her new gingham,
but you dressed her in the
finest gowns of spiderweb,
and combed out her hair
with the lightest of breezes,
and the delicate touch of
branches that scraped her face,
leaving your kisses in
the smallest cuts on her
apple cheeks, leaving love on
her forest of freckles
And she became your wife,
she said yes, when you offered
her the broadest sky and clouds
and she made a home of your cliffs.
She bore children of music
spun them out of crisp air
and bird's melodies, high
above her head into the infinite.
And she never left your side
until, wrinkled as a gnarled fruit,
and bent and crooked as your oldest
trees, your first dedicated wives,
she walked across the formless air,
filled with the sharp aroma of
new spring apples,
Contest, 'Memories long gone.'First off, please this News Article.Contest, 'Memories long gone.' by Christianonfire7
Memories long gone interpret this title at will.
You have until September 1st to submit your entries. If it's not in before midnight CST, you will have missed the deadline and your entry will not be accepted. You have two months to get this done.
Each person may submit one entry.
No mature content will be accept.
Entries must be new pieces based on the theme of this contest. Anything submitted to DeviantART prior to July 1st, 2011 will not be accepted.
In your artist's comments box, include a link to this journal entry about the contest.
To submit your entries, please send me a note with the subject "Memories long gone contest." Include a link or thumb of your entry.
Your entries will be added to a special folder in my favs
Judges can enter but they cant vote on their own work (cheating isnt allowed. )
If you can offer any prizes please do so, even the smalles
Imagism was not created in a classroom, or in a gathering of academics. The Imagist movement was born in a Kensington tea-shop in the spring of 1912, at a meeting between three good friends: Ezra Pound, Hilda Doolittle (better known as H.D.), and Richard Aldington. “Like other American expatriates,” Richard Aldington later wrote, “Ezra and H.D. developed an almost insane relish for tea. Thus it came about that most of our meetings took place in the rather prissy milieu of some infernal bun-shop full of English Spinsters” (Life 134). This particular meeting had been called by Ezra Pound, upon receiving copies of a handful of H.D.'s latest poems. “Ezra was so much worked up by these poems of H.D.'s that he removed his pince-nez and informed us that we were Imagists” (Aldington Life 135).
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a writer and a reader. Both are equally important.
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