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A Secret Santa for Writers

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Last year our group was home to a secret santa for writers. At that time we had 20 amazing participants. This year, however, the secret santa will be hosted on its own group account.

You can find the sign-up journal at this link: [link]

You do NOT have to be a member of the Secret Santa's group in order to participate.

Sign-up ends on November 14th so make sure you get the proper information to me before that date if you would like to participate this year!

~Emily
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Your Knives, My Pens He was the boy that sat alone in class. The one with his headphones always in, blasting them at extremely loud volumes to block out the cruel world around him. The world of hateful words and nasty remarks. Of school-side beatings and hate around every corner. A world where music was the only thing that could block it all out, and, even if it's only for a couple minutes, make you happy.

That was his world.

The world where you were damned to hell if you were a "goth" or "emo". If you were a guy who wore makeup, you were labeled as a "fag". A world where you were constantly laughed at for everything that you are. It wasn't a pleasant placeYour Knives, My Pens by ~WRITERandPOET
downtime 2012 it's nothing really new anymore, is it. you sit there and stare at nothing (at all nothing at all) and you try to pinpoint some kind of step ladder up and out, a rope maybe, stairs, scalable wall, road, tree, catapult, a rickety fucking elevator, and you hate elevators 'cause you can never be certain that the cable isn't about to give, but you would just this once leap at the chance of one just to get out of this miserable hole you've dug yourself into. but all you see is just nothing of worthwhile help. no elevation. no alleviation. nothing at all.

you're jaw is sore and you've worried holes in your gums. your stomach ties itself into exdowntime 2012 by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
Free at last by ~DemonicOption
The Evil that is I.T. by ~dark-as-midnight
Duel at Dawn May 5th 02:00 Zulu
Grey Watch Guild Hall- Training Room Epsilon


     Parallax controlled his breathing, he knew an elevated heartbeat would give his position away in a moment. He was behind the corner of an obstacle in the Training Room, across from him was Fenix garbed in combat gear and the typical grey tunic of a Grey Watch Retainer. In Parallax's ear whispered, "Bill in place, Delta 'toon awaits your orders." The trap was set, Parallax motioned to Fenix and whispered, "Delta 'toon, Side Pocket Special. Execute." He knew without reply that they were moving, men followed Parallax... because men who followed PaDuel at Dawn by ~Xenoscepter
"Starlight Dancing" Pt. 7 ****************************************

A rush of panic
flew through Lyn's body.
What was that?
I could have sworn
that I just saw something move
behind that tree.
Slowly she crept towards the tree,
walking at an angle that
revealed a dark, human-sized figure
looming in the shadows of the great trunk.

"You've grown up a lot, Lyn.
It's been what,
twelve years since we last met?"
The figure walked into the moonlight
and his face was revealed.
Lyn hesitated.
Why does his face look so familiar?
Could it be -
"Who are you?"

The man smirked.
"My apologies, miss.
You may call me 'Zanthers'."
He stepped closer.
"I have "Starlight Dancing" Pt. 7 by ~emr373
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Let us play a little Game Comme on, let us have some fun
Let's play a little game
I'm the hunter and you're the animal
Come on, run, run as fast as you can!
Three, two, one, the hunt can begin
I hope you found a good hideout
I'm coming!
Is that cold sweat?
I can see you!
Why do you look so scared?
I just wanna play a game...Let us play a little Game by *DraculeaRiccy
Dark Knight Dark night grasping at my soul
Drowning in despair, suffocation on dead air
Clouded visions of a faceless pursuer, falling into shallow graves
Fear penetrating to my very core, ripping out my life, leaving a shell of the living, the breathing
Breaking the spirit
Pushing me further into a dark unknown
Whispers fill my empty head, taunting, haunting......inviting

I peer up, stare into the depths of the faceless, realizing the evil emanating from this dark abyss
The smell of decay flooding all senses
He leans down, enveloping my corpse-like body
A face appears, blood red eyes, chill inducing sneer, translucent skin

Man like featurDark Knight by *amby0511
Society I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
Your materialist voices are all I hear at night.
Sycophantic lies are all you represent
The truth you despise, my life you lament.


I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
What is right is wrong and wrong is right.
You are all possessive nonetheless
A superficial mentality I strongly detest.


I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
Your dishonest facades show no contrite.
But I live in harmony in an idealistic way
Philosophically driven I feel no dismay.


I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
The scarcity of moral fiber is an unholy fright.
I think I Society by ~Bebopboy
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Because it's fun Lucia fears for her life, the man had started to attack other people without any reason, simply pulled out a gun and pull out a knife and began attacking people indiscriminately.
Everything had happened in a normal way that night, the night shift was running  and she with several of her colleagues were preparing to leave the building. When they were leaving a strange man entered through the front door, they all thought it was strange but did not look menacing or dangerous, wearing a stripped shirt and expensive pants. Carlos, one of her companions approach the stranger to ask him go out, when the first shot is heard, Carlos struckBecause it's fun by *Seigner
The Phoenix's Revival         I heard their screams.  They sounded like dying animals, helpless, numbered.  Doomed.  And I watched, equally helpless.  I watched them kill my son’s clones one by one.


        In the beginning, I controlled the world’s most prominent scientists.  In the beginning, I changed the course of human history.  How ironic then that humanity’s downfall started with my wife’s simple wish.   

        Claudia wanted children, The Phoenix's Revival by =Amriah
Superficial The crunching of dead leaves underfoot was loud in the otherwise silent forest, so loud you had to strain to hear the distant sounds of the town, but still she ran. She ran all the way back to the cottage, slammed the door and bolted it shut with shaking hands. The overwhelming rush of adrenaline was suddenly too much and she slid to the dusty floor of her house, gasping for breath. She sat with her back against the door for quite some time, conscious of every sound in the house, listening carefully but only hearing the sound of her own heavy breathing.

The girl sighed, finally convinced that she was not followed. From under her oversizedSuperficial by ~roxanne-jasmine
Lance and Evangeline Everyone knew Evangeline and Lance were gone, killed in the fire; even I did. On February 8th, it would be a year since. Everyone in this small town also knew that they were my friends. All of us were good students, each of us honors, and we were all very happy.

Then why does no one act like they're gone?

No one seems to notice their absence, no one even mourns their death. It drives me mad that no one cares!

At first I thought people were just too upset to say anything, but it's been a while now. Still nothing. It's so upsetting to see that all my classmates don't care. Especially when my friends were such good people.

On a very Lance and Evangeline by ~beastiebrat
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Homeless The old prophets said the world would end in fire, and they were right. They could not have known the truth, the scientific facts behind the Sun's aging, swelling body. They didn't know that Earth would become just another Venus in time. They did not know that no god was necessary for the end.

The scientists knew it would happen-they had the facts. They had a plan. They'd get all of us off the planet, we'd go somewhere else. All of us, they insisted, there would be room for all of us. They had plenty of time to prepare.

But everyone knew that some would be left behind, because there would always be some undesirable peoples, political enHomeless by =NoxLamiarum
I dance in clown shoes. by `zephyrkinetic
clever They say a mind is
a terrible thing to waste,
but I can’t think
of anything more delightful
then to float away
on a cool breeze of gibberish-
leave the mongoloids
and the suits with their cruel whips
and second hand mockery
one day I’ll hold the whip
and redefine cleverclever by ~poet77
What I Found on Wooden Slabs Graffiti. Most notably
"Class of '64" etched
into one forlorn  corner,
"September 10, '79 / Marc was here"
penciled on another, and one more
which just said "1988" -- generations
whispering amongst themselves
in lewd remarks scrawled thick
with purple permanent marker.

A remarkably correct sketch
of Fred Flintstone, winking, I think, at me,
or at something beyond.

A swastika, a swastika,
a large swastika, which was crossed out
and connected to an arrow pointing towards "CHRIST
WOULD NOT DRAW THIS!"
scribbled on the edge.

"You gotta have the Nads!"
with the Nads
underlined for effect.

"Raise HELL,
What I Found on Wooden Slabs by ~ashellessmind
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Our aim is to get writing and literature, both Poetry and Prose, the attention it deserves, along with the writers themselves. Not only this but also be able to appreciate others writing, with feedback.

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~crshh Nov 8, 2011
Would anyone like to collaborate on a fanfic with me?

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!BrittanyJRose Apr 14, 2011
hey everyone, I was just accepted to the group and wanted to say I am looking forward to being apart of it and hearing feedback from fellow writers. I just posted a piece in the featured, I hope that's alright. I didn't know where else to put it... I'm new to groups so forgive me if I seem a little slow. Bye :)

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~shurikengirl Apr 7, 2011
Hi everyone! *waves randomly like a retard* :wave:
**silence**
uhm... actually, I just wanted to do that ^_^;
*silence*

okay, bye! :wave:

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That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too..."

-Soul Meets Body,Death Cab for Cutie
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*kit-kat-151 Mar 27, 2011
Hi,

I'm writing a topical feature for my creative writing course, and I need to get some quotes... Can anyone here help me?

I'm writing about how the books we read as children effect us and our writing...

So I wanted to ask

1) what were your favourite books as a child?

2) Which of the books you read as a child (not necessarily your favourites) have had the biggest impact on your own writing? or on your development as a writer?

3) Are there any other comments or points you want to make about the subject?

Thanks!

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*analillithbar Dec 2, 2010
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~usernames-are-a-drag Nov 12, 2010
Um... so I like submitted and it got accepted straight away. Is that normal?

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*neshemadarkangel Oct 18, 2010
I have a question...what isn't allowed? I mean I write erotic like stuff and sone fanfic but everything I write is 18+ works

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=LadyofGaerdon Oct 17, 2010
Thanks for accepting my submission! :D

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~Mirrorakay Oct 17, 2010
Our pleasure!

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~ShadowedAcolyte Sep 28, 2010
Quick question--why are you called "Writer's Strike" if you want people to keep writing? Shouldn't you want writers to stop writing until some kind of demand is met?

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Everywhere I go I'm asked if the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a best seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. --Flannery O'Connor
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