Hello and welcome to all members, new and old!
Group Mews:
April is National Poetry Writing Month!
What do you think TheWritersMeow should do to celebrate NaPoWriMo this year?! Tell us in the comments! 
DeviantArt Mews:
Ordinary-Writing is still hosting a contest to make a logo for their group!
They are looking for participants, judges, and people willing to promote the contest. More info here:
Contest, Contest, Contest...JUDGING!Welcome To
A group for writers of all things Prose.
Prose:- (n) Ordinary writing as distinguished from verse.
PLEASE READ
THIS IS NOT A POETRY GROUP
HOWEVER...
...I have created a SINGLE FOLDER for poetry called The Odd Poem . THIS FOLDER and THIS FOLDER ALONE is where you can post poetry. Alternatively it can go to our sister group My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink .
WELCOME TO
ORDINARY-WRITING'S
NEW CONTEST
I have a new contest for you guys - something to bring in the new year, new group zest, etc. - something creative this time.
What It Is
<strong>
A group for writers of all things Prose.
Prose:- (n) Ordinary writing as distinguished from verse.
PLEASE READ THIS IS NOT A POETRY GROUP
HOWEVER...
...I have created a SINGLE FOLDER for poetry called The Odd Poem . THIS FOLDER and THIS FOLDER ALONE is where you can post poetry. Alternatively it can go to our sister group My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink .
WELCOME TO
ORDINARY-WRITING'S
NEW CONTEST
I have a new contest for you guys - something to bring in the new year, new group zest, etc. - something creative this time.
What It Is
<strong>
My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink is hosting a Valentine contest!
They are still looking for submissions!Valentines Contest...JUDGING!
Logo designed by *007Balel
"A non-judgemental, safe place where writers can submit poetry, prose, prosetry, phoetry, or anything they have written, without fear of prejudice or criticism."
Forms Challenge Winner for September-October 2016
:iconsow1plz::iconsow2plz::iconsow5plz:
By MaggotsX
:iconsow1plz::iconsow2plz::iconsow5plz:
Welcome To My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink's Contest
Information
1) Write something based on one or more of the prompts
2) Write something encouraging/kind/loving for someone else on DAEach way can be entered multiple times, though you can only write about a single deviant per entry.
Pr
Members: If you hear about anything awesome going on around DA (from contests to collaborations to opportunities), we would love to promote it! Feel free to note me or comment here and I'll include it in the next weekly journal.
Cool Cat of the Week:
OnLinedPaper
Congrats to OnLinedPaper for being our submitter of the week!
They submitted their piece "Overlook(ed)" and was chosen via random.org to be featured in this journal. Check out some of their awesome work here, and be sure to submit to our galleries for your chance to be featured next week! 
Flash Prompt 6Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain.
He struggled to pull the protesting mammoth, legs burning.
You’ll never make it home. “Shut...” A grimace. Loathing. “Up.”
Shivering.
Rediscovery taking too long. He couldn’t focus without the pills.
List what you can’t do. “Shut... s-shut...” Do it.
Make fire. Guide a mammoth. Steer time machine.
VioletsIt was when I looked at the flowers that I was finally certain, because I thought of them first, instead of him. They were violets, as delicate as they were vibrant (and the way he smiled, delicate and vibrant, before we had to lie to say we’d make it). And yes, it still hurt, but just an instant before regret seeped into my mind like cold water, there was real, genuine joy, a bit of peace that wasn’t tied back to him.
It was the sun, too. I felt it on my skin and I paused, because it was warmer than the ghost of his touch (the nights we spent together, the disapproval of his parents, the stress, the hiding, the frustration, desperately chasing acceptance we’d never have). Funny, the most subtle of shifts always seems to change my world the most. I guess I could call it cautious optimism.
Everything was going to be okay, I told myself (everything is going to be okay, I tried to tell him. We can move, I said, but I was grasping at straws and we’d already drowned)
A Toast to 1871 (FFM 18)He held the wine glass up, marveling at the rich redness, the flavor, the fullness of the taste. Frenchmen be damned, Italy made the best wine in the world. The drink – if it could be called that – was full and heavy and laden with somber promise, as much a responsibility to consume as it was to produce. The man lowered the glass and took a sip, looking out from his balcony to the world below. Such a treat was best enjoyed with a backdrop that held as much potential as it did, and the flames of Chicago were more than enough to compliment the weight of the wine itself.
His father had thought too small. Gun running, yes. Casinos, yes. These were the foundation, but they were far from the destination. His family had history in Italy, but it was only here, in America, that a man could become great. Drugs, yes. Coercion, yes. Protection, very much so, yes. He had plans, plans for all of them, and like the underbrush before a forest fire, he had to clear out the city to make way
The SkawlThey speak of a creature.
Who does?
Hush, child. You asked for a story; I seek your well-being. This will fit both purposes.
But who says it?
I do. Now be silent, and listen.
They speak of a creature. Out in the ocean of sand, there lives a creature called the Skawl. It is a thing of silence and then sudden noise, or blindness and stumbling and then pain, and silence forever after.
What does it look like?
Only a few know. The ones who have seen it and live tell tales of a creature, brown and red like the sand itself, arms all along its body in a spiral from its head. It swims through sand as easily as a fish swims through water or a bird sails through the air, digging, twisting, and lying still.
Why do only a few know, though?
Why else? Where do you think those who vanish from the village and into the sand ocean go?
My mother told me… she said they go to find oases, pools of cold water that bubble from the ground and grow fruit trees bes-
They die, child. Taken. Taken by the Skaw
Weekly Prompt:
you will be found
Submit your responses to this prompt to this gallery so I can feature them in next week's journal! Last week's prompt was "we ain't ready" and here are the responses:
...There were none. Really, guys? Again?
That's all from me for this week!
Kerry
Skin CSS © Nesmaty
