Saturday Morning Features - 4this is a weekly feature in which i select ten phenomenal literature deviations that have recently caught my eye. if you have been featured, please

this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main event—

"Cup met saucer with a slight clatter. Hands trembling again, Moira set the tea aside on the coffee table in front of her then reached for her purse. It had wedged a little into a corner of the sofa and she had to tug at the strap a little to get it clear. He knew about the crayon. Oh God. Oh God. No one knew about the crayon. Jess was right. He was the real deal! Hope soared in her breast, made her heart thump painfully. She fumbled with the clasp, fished the treasured possession from its nest of soft tissue and handed it to him."

"he is the scientist driven mad by belief, and i am the coat slung haphazardly over his shoulder, humming with unbridled tension."

"& when
the words have gone
rubbed blank
by too many

Showcase 02The main focus of #The-Asterismos is to celebrate and provide exposure for your excellent literature deviations. Each Sunday, I will be taking the time to feature a number of outstanding pieces submitted to the group during the past week. I encourage you to browse through the work below! Each deviant featured is very worthy of your support.

See you next week for Showcase 03!
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Publishing Opportunity no.11The (North American) opportunity:
H.A.L Publishing, respectable Chinese based English-language publisher's, are hosting their first international competition. These guys are definitely a firm you should be regularly checking in with; they're fantastic.
The details:
"The purpose of this contest is to reach across the 16,000 miles (the author of this post is American, so if you want kilometers feel free to do the conversion yourself, we are Barbarians that way) between China and the North American continent so that HAL’s loyal readers can be privy to reading work from a larger cross section of writers, and so that new readers can discover HAL"
This is a short-fiction competition, meaning that there's a word limit of 1,500 words (handy that, that's our limit too) on all submissions. Genre is non-specific, as far as I can tell. The contest is only open to those residing within North America.
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this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!

The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, I feel like it should be a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado this Sunday's Specials

Literature

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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #14hello!
this is a weekly feature of amazing literature that i come by during my
travels across deviantart. this is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. i try (try!) to feature
deviants who get less spotlight than others and i will never feature the
same person twice.
these are truly some spectacular works and i urge to you take a look! i only pick the best, you know! (;
please take the time to read through each one - seriously, it takes five minutes - and be sure to the journal! (:

don't panic by ~BlueMeadow193 someone's october by ~moondrums
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while i'm here i just want to apologize for being so inactive lately, and i don't only mean my lack of

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Show your support by faving this article and checking out
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Mid August News: JoyIn two days, another birthday will arrive. It will be the second year celebrating the day of my birth without my Momma. It has been quite a road these challenging past few years, but I have tried my best to keep strong. Everyday, I become more whole again, and often remember the best of what life has to offer. I cherish those who remind me how wonderful life can be, and whom continue to bring out the very best in me – and in my life.
I give thanks for my happiness, health, my dear friends and also for those who have gone beyond what I could have ever asked for; never wavering in their support as I slowly get my life back on track. Recently, visions of my Momma haunted me in my dreams, (as she often does around the holidays); she offered a steady hand, giving me hope. I could hear my Momma's laugh as she held me tight, reminding me that she was – and always will be – in my life and heart. As my cherished memories of her are never far from my mind these summer days, I refl

"Fake Friends", Groups, and Features!The following paragraph has been circulating around DeviantART lately and I finally received my chance to repost it when an amazing artist I follow (~TheNamesIggyKirkland) posted it in her journal. I feel the message is incredibally important and needs to be seen by as many people as possible: There are some people who are getting too fake here on dA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Re-post this if you are a friend... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Friends".I feel this is sadly becoming very true among the DeviantART community.

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Love dA Lit: Issue 84Welcome to the eighty-fourth issue of Love dA Lit!

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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #19This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. this is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!

Please this news article so that it will be read by more people!
Happy reading!

Fantastic Feature Tuesday #6this is a small sample of a vast collection of wonderful pieces of literature by fantastic writers. each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery based on structure, impact and word usage. i try (try!) to feature deviants who get less spotlight than others and i will never feature the same person twice.
please take the time to read through each one - seriously, it takes five minutes - and be sure to the journal! (:

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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #4this is a small sample of a vast collection of wonderful pieces of literature by fantastic writers. each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery based on structure, impact and word usage. i try (try!) to feature deviants who get less spotlight than others and i will never feature the same person twice, but with people changing their username all the time, who knows, i might make a mistake. :3
please take the time to read through each one - seriously, it takes five minutes - and be sure to the journal! (:

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This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. this is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!

Before sharing with you twenty works of literature (in honor of this being my twentieth feature), I would like introduce to you the talented winners of #InspireTheUninspired's recently finished First Kiss Contest and their winning pieces!

First Place

A Kiss by =Metarex12

Second Place

BaskingWARNING: Contains sensitive material for those uncomfortable with or unapproving of same sex couples.
Marshmallows. Fluffy treats that bring back so many memories of a time trapped between the pavement of childhood, trying to step off the sidewalk where she stood stagnant, aching for adultdom…Nine years later, her lips still quirk as she reminisces finding the stoplight that inspired—more like forced—her to take that last stride towards the other side of the street.

Tangerine dresses fluttered around her, interspersed with the occasional olive or eggplant flair. She sighed at how unimaginative her classmates were…a
Basking by ~LightOverpowers58

Runner Up

First Kiss ContestHe was just so...cute! Like a little sheepdog! His blonde hair fell in his eyes, ruddy cheeks indented with those adorable dimples. He had such an essence of boyish joy...at least, when we were kids. That's hardly the case now.

It wasn't safe like it was when we were kids. It's all...anarchy-y. It's not safe for me to be alone anymore, not even while I sleep. So he insists, now a bulky 16 year old, that I sleep near him. Tonight, since it was cold, he allowed me to lounge against his chest. I was warmed by his body-heat and intrigued by the gentle rhythm of his chest rising and falling beneath me. His breathing was like a tender lu
First Kiss Contest by ~horrorwriter34

And here are this week's features, which took over an hour to assemble!

let's gosusurrous, the whispers you form
when you become citrus and star
shaped, ladling
those lightyear sheep, fishing for
words that bob and slip
before they sink
in;
we are, we are
free
you remind me
that we are, we are;
hawkish and sun-scorched,
diced and divided, pilgrims scurrying through
cement-swollen grocery stores with salmon-bone
shelves plying meat, boxed fruit and rectangle
cheeses and lines built to breathe all the same
way -
but we are, we
are free, you
remind me
of cinder-sky puddles and deserts
where the very stones are pilgrims,
the hand raised to fend off lemon light
and so makes a web -

It is enough            that I sit here gently
                          rocking, every glass still
         undrunk— these quiet
                               hours, my face
              un

Shoes of lead, little candorImpalpable silence,
Beating me into the ground
Vibes that ricochet off nothing
And my sunken heart
Flickers its beats
And tumbles down
Past my feet
Which stopped dancing
And started walking long ago
(I'm not quite sure why
But I never stopped)
Walking with shoes made of lead
Sometimes I need a little candor
Need a little silence;
Carve and hallow me out
So lies just sit inside me
And never break to the outside;
Leave me treading through dust and snow
(sometimes I need to think for infinity)
Others moment I need to run to
Searching for an inkling of truth;
Forgot that come morrow
All those troubles will be dragging behi

not so creative‎~
i am a mosquito inhaling hypothermia's scorching breath,
helping with the homicide of my mucus-encrusted enzymes and cells,
cytoplasm seeping into the ice, snowflakes giggling.

>
she undresses me, clips off my wings,
uses them as tangled sheets around our feet
that hallucinated circulating blood, and blood cells that haven't died.

=
my eyes roll with the euphoric embrace,
her saliva whirlpools around my throat,
drops into the cracks of my teeth,
tree sap traps me in the bark,
asclepias was hidden in her mouth.

touching the worldi don't want to touch the world lightly,
in passing. i want to feel her,
want to brush my fingers across her mountains
like specks of braille, want to kiss
the white-tipped waves on her oceans,
want to squeeze her frozen poles and feel
the ice give beneath my fingertips
in a series of shadowy dimples.

i want to whisper to her sweet things
about the blue-green of leaves in a storm
and how clouds form mounds of white floss
between the sun and the sky. i will tell her
that it is lovely and she will quiver
ever so slightly and she will be my sweet child
as i have already been hers.

tears laced with poisonthis little lost boy
hears violins
in the
night.

he sings
a song
of anguish;
and his throat
aches with
desire.

his lips
taste like
regret;
and his
bloody smile
has a broken heart
between its
teeth.

his narrow
chest
pulses
with a rhythm
of dread.

this lost little boy
cries
himself
to
sleep.

newspaper writerI imagine the bald-headed writer
alive outside of his newspaper print

slugged coffee and untied his neck
tie unfurled about his armpits

and his hair would be unfurled too
and slanted to one side

but being bald-headed it is the hair
he would once have had that has slanted

askew and is in need of a comb
understanding of his sunday mood

SunriseYou say my name like a poem you will never write. You look at me like a sunrise you'll never witness because if you stayed to watch, I would be real, instead of being just the promise of something beautiful beneath the horizon. You touch me like a question I can never answer, like words I scratched into your back that you can't quite read, like the only phrase in your vocabulary is "what if." I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to use tools or how to follow directions. All I have are my two hands and the sheer determination to do something right for once in my life.

I'll duct tape phone lines and life lines and fault lines back to

it's always cloudyMy body has become a stranger.
Every day, I wake up
and I am meeting it for the first time.

(Yesterday, I was nearly incoherent.
Today, I am stronger.
Tomorrow, the fainting will strike sudden and hard
like a cobra—
… am i poisoning myself?)

I am a spectator to the clenching and un-clenching of my fists.

I am losing track of everything.
Each time, I awake with hazy thoughts and hurting teeth
and my arms feel as if they belong to someone else.

His hands brush my skin,
but I don't know where,
and I don't even really know if it's mine.

I collapse on my bed and I close my dead eyes.
My limbs sink through the sheets to th

halfwayshe lives in an old cottage by the shore, and the waves break against the shallow cliffs and spray foam all over her drying dolls. She makes charms and love-spells and potions, and crafts dolls from ceramic mold to quaint little mannequins; and they come alive under the touch of her blue-stained fingers (blue because she paints their eyes always blue, like the waves and the eyes she should have had)

he keeps a lighthouse in an island off the coast, and he comes and goes to town in a chipped grey boat (the color of her house) and he's happy living alone, savoring the silence and the power he has, over life and death, and light and darkness, a

SurvivalThe first time
you took off your clothes
in front of me, you slid
the white fabric of your blouse
off your arms and revealed
the pale ladders
of scars.

You never referenced them
directly. You said you were
lost, once. You said you
did things, once, and you
did them because they
helped you survive yourself.

I didn't say anything,
but you took my hand
and pressed it to the
ridged rows of your flesh
and for every line you left
upon yourself and healed,
I found another reason
to call you beautiful.

DREAMshe laced feathers round her wrists,
saturn's spread-out rings;
and stepped into the sky-light,
pretending they were wings.

how the vines go limpred is the color of dreams lost in the moonlight nothing, of the desperate songs of broken birds and the sweet screams of madness. it's the lurking color beneath the cloud - cloud of soft, so soft, hopes - she sits upon. her glorious white wings [all the colors of white] beat in the air [destroy the air] and she laughs in the way No One does.

but as she sits and as she laughs, the vines - such rusty vines - are creeping, creeping, creeping. they slither up the sides, the tips of their tendrils twitching [crying], but still she doesn't see [the tears roll down the lovely hills] and her beautiful pale flesh is exposed [and dry up in the dam.]

letter to a suit of armourWe have both been here before,
Paused, stood, and stared before. And

I have to ask- Is it
the light that keeps you so still?

I've watched it pleading,
its yellow yolk weeping
on the shoulders of
impassive you. It finds no features to cling to.

You look seamless. So tell me,

how did you empty? Was
your person plucked away by a sharp beak? Or did
they wither and decay? Are your bones still
inside? Did you creak
shut like an oyster?

What I mean to ask is

where did your details go? Did you trade
them for a legend, quid pro quo?

And last of all, would you
describe yourself as an elephant skulled accident or
something a lit

do not rush babyher soul is like granite;
she never yields when she should
because i want to mold her into something more
but she has me breathe, step back and
sit still be patient and just relax
she tells me with her lips pressed to my ear.

but in the end i tell her i will release
let her lead me forward in the dances

AlmanacIt is not October until a stray cat tries to follow you home.

It does not have to be a black cat.
It does not need to have
whiskers warped like whirls of smoke disturbed,
fur matted with ravenous burrs,
frame as gangly as a sapling with bark destined
to keep count of age rings.

The cat can be fat
in an ungluttonous way,
like a harvest moon.
If it's hungry, just feed it the snack cakes
that expired in June.

It is not October until you're trailing a shadow
other than your own. Say, you snagged
the silhouette of a picket fence
on the cuff of your jeans,
or the underbelly
of a scarecrow shaped
like the barn-hound
snoozing on th

Identity "White reflects all colors on the light spectrum,"
                                    my teacher once said.
I wondered why it took a scientist to discover
a lesson that history has already taught us.
White doesn't carry home its dead
                                   with

mirages.he's a beautiful boy dressed as a nightmare, and he manages to lull everyone into his eyes. tendrils of blood trail after his delicate fingers, and he says he can be taken higher than ever. he holds you as gently as possible, and his skin silently burns alongside yours. something about his kisses tastes not quite right, but when he presses his red, red lips harder against yours, you can't quite focus.

he paints mirages of broken legs and collapsed hearts, draws suns of forgotten dreams and fearsome pulsations. because somehow, he doesn't survive, doesn't live through storms of fire, doesn't end up seeing the light of day. he scratches at the

Please don't forget to the journal!
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #28This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!

Histology by ~angel-in-pieces herb-grace by ~toxic-scheherazade
------ Fantastic Feature Tuesday #27This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!

catharsis. by ~scripturiency
--- Fantastic Feature Tuesday #26This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!

genealogy by `secondmagpie
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I haven't had the time to properly peruse this as I had wanted, and now it has sat in my messages until now so I could do this. <3 I look forward to these, and happy twentieth! feature that is.

Sparkle for you!

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Yay! Take your time, god knows I have about 50 features to read.
Thank you for the sparkle and for reading!

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yayyy!

~IndigoSkyes Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much!

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~RestlessSands Nov 21, 2012

o my, thankyou!

these are all verry lovelee!

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You're welcome, and I'm glad you think so!

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thank you for featuring me c:

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You're very welcome

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I can certainly assure you your efforts were not in vain as you yet again come up with an amazing feature!

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