Hello cool cats of DA! kerrybush42 here with your Monthly Meow feature of one spectacular deviation from each gallery, as suggested by their respective gallery moderators. As a brief reminder, here are the galleries and their mods:
Poetry - Fixed InklingsOfOblivion
Poetry - Free Lissomer & haijinik
Poetry - Eastern haijinik
Science Fiction InklingsOfOblivion
Mystery and Suspense evilredcaboose
Spiritual and Inspirational haijinik
Humor and Satire Lissomer & kerrybush42
General Fiction sayuri686
Non-Fiction: Biographies and Self-Expression LOOKING FOR A MOD! (kerrybush42 has selected the featured piece)
Non-Fiction: Essays, Articles, and Guides InklingsOfOblivion
Give a hand for the gallery moderators - they work hard!
Now, without further ado...
Poetry - Fixed
"Call of the Fairies" by RowanLewgalon (selected by kerrybush42)
Call of the FairiesCome hither, o sweet child of man
Listen to our enchanting song
Come into the land of Pan
Succumb to us and dance along
Sing with us, o human child
Fall deep into our circle dance
Receive from us a kiss so mild
Cast to your world no single glance
Into the land of fairies glide
Leave all you used to know behind
To the Otherland now ride
Leave your world o so unkind
Come hither o sweet child of man
Listen to our enchanting song
Come into the land of Pan
Forget where you did once belong
Poetry - Free
"Southern Waltz" by Robin-Goodfellow12 (selected by kerrybush42)
Southern WaltzSoft sunlight spills lovingly into
the room, the glass cups reflecting
colors quietly. There was laughing
and playing, the notes coming for
their archaic songs, with lullabies
Scent of spaghetti and spice drift
through the air, the salt shaking
to the soup’s alluring melody, the
plates complimenting silver spoons
and forks. Trembling hands for scarlet
cups, comfort to the afternoon, and
They keep go
"It was raining" by Zlobniynoldor (selected by kerrybush42)
It was raining It was raining. It was not a warm summer rain, when the sun's rays shine into the water droplets, and which inspire some hope into your heart. But also it was not a storm - with thunder, lightning and a raging downpour. It was a cold drizzle, which made everything grey, and was the cause that the air looked like a fog.
Hanna sat by the fire and sharpened her sword. She was in a very bad mood. Nothing inspired her optimism: neither quickly running out firewood, neither the fire, practically useless now, neither way to Est, which was taking two days more. Neither this damn rain. Sleeping on the bags Chiir moved his ear - he did not like dampness, however as all cats.
- What are you grumbling again?
Jess patched cloak, sitting on a log which was dragged into the cave. As magess of Water, she was not bothered by weather. She would be even quite happy, if that stupid branch...
- Because we stuck in this by-all-gods-forsaken woods, and there is no end of rain in sight! We
"can't go back to sleep" by prettyflour (selected by haijinik)
can't go back to sleepJolted awake.
The Sandman smiles. "Ssssshhhhhhhh."
"Osmanthus" by Lilith-Awaken (selected by thousand-streams)
OsmanthusResearchers say, smells help people to study new things. They say your mind consciously or subconsciously connect different smells to different memories.
I don't know if it's true for others, but it is definitely true for me. There are some distinct fragrances that immediately evoke some memories and feelings, or those memories and feelings evoke the sensation of fragrances.
The smell of the juicy, ripe raspberries on the sun makes me feel freedom. I think of all the childhood summers, when we used to pick them from the vines, and eat them straight away. We didn't care about the thorns, and after a bigger raid we often looked like we lost a fight to a feral cat. The way mom and granny took out that old, red stained piece of material, which was probably a curtain in its previous life, and pressed the juice out of the fruits, making syrup, which we were all over about. We were young, on summer break, free, without any concerns. We were chasing butterflies, playing pretend, and reading th
"Swimming in the Data" by Toondar96 (selected by kerrybush42)
Swimming in the Data It’s like swimming through a river; fast, chaotic, deadly, but also beautiful. The data rushes past in streams, numbers and letters becoming a blur. Everything is at your fingertips, everything within reach. The data contains the sum knowledge of all things, you just have to do is work the deck fast enough to find it. You wade in and once you find ‘your’ steam of data, the piece of intel, the bank numbers, the passwords, whatever it is all you have to do is pull.
The data does not always come willingly. People that don’t want their secrets found build dams around the steam. Black, jagged blocks of firewall contrasting against the kaleidoscope of blues and greens all around you. It’s the walls that they think will keep them safe. To get past the black ice you must be fast, faster than you ever knew you could be.
You see, all data, even the firewalls has seams in it, the parts
Mystery and Suspense
"A Rhapsody in Fire - The Music of Emotion" by VexVaudlain (selected by kerrybush42)
A Rhapsody in Fire - The Music of EmotionThe first notes were slow, a haunting sound in the old abandoned theatre. The sound of the violin echoed loudly, every note hanging heavily in the air. They trembled as the cracking walls did, and the shadows dancing through hall seemed darker than before. The very air thickened with something unspoken.
When it happened, the change was almost unnoticed. Notes became shorter, slightly faster, faintly louder. They joined the shadows in their dance, writhing in graceful movements. The gloom that cursed the hall was lifting, if only slightly, the soft glow chasing it from the room. The cold air was seeping away.
The theatre slowly reawakened.
The shadows transformed before the melody did. Movements became sharper, mere flickers against the growing orange light. The violin sang of rebirth and rejuvenation. Warmth permeated old surfaces, paint peeling away faster and renewing the ruined walls. Pillars that stood strong once, now creaked and crackled, adding their own beat to the flowing musi
Spiritual and Inspirational
"Postpartum Prayer" by emerald-rose (selected by haijinik)
Humor and Satire
"to my Grammar Nazi" by TheOtherSarshi (selected by kerrybush42)
to my Grammar NaziSir, since you are a teacher proper
I would invite you home for supper
To teach a street rat such as I
How to speak better on the fly
But since my boyfriend does object
To such a splendid intellect
I'm afraid I must decline
To give a thought to words like thine.
"Shattered Colors" by sandracaskey (selected by sayuri686)
Shattered ColorsHappiness is what I thrive to become. So, I am a greedy individual. I get what I beg for and enjoy it until I want something else. The walls within my room are plastered with vivid and lucid colors. Some depict scenes of my life. Some colors move to form a short clip or a movie. The colors show the scenes of my most prideful times. Even the sorrow I brought about to others. I grin widely at those. Those are my most beloved times.
I sit, knees to chest, with my mouth agape as I gawk at my walls. My skin's pigment never rests upon a natural color. Instead, it soaks in the flashing colors.
An unexpected gift is set at my feet at each glance I give the walls. I shudder in happiness—though, I want to be it, not feel it. Of course, each gift is a surprise, though I guess knowing what you want and receiving it wouldn’t be called a surprise, but it will be for me. I am too slothful to actually do what needs to be done in order to receive such glamorous things, but I always get what
Non-Fiction: Biographies and Self-Expression
"Sunset thoughts" by TheJakesss (selected by kerrybush42)
Sunset thoughtsI opened my eyes
to the ocean swallowing the sun.
Forever a glimpse of rarity
as my mind enters the night,
and all these thoughts
still haunting me as I'm holding on.
cold wind reality,
life is so beautiful to me,
but to a dying soul,
it's nothing but a fatality.
I wish I could show you my mind.
It's a mixture of pure mystery
and a little insanity.
Non-Fiction: Essays, Articles, and Guides
"The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups" by PoetryOD (selected by kerrybush42)
The Geek's Guide to Lit GroupsThe Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links:
Groups with names beginning with A - H
Groups with names beginning with I - S
Groups with names beginning with S - Z
The Geek's Guide to Inactive Groups
OMG it's DONE
What's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then with
Thank you all for your wonderful work!
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