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A Welcome and Rules

Journal Entry: Thu Nov 11, 2010, 8:26 AM

Official Group Chatroom…
Our purpose and mission:

This group is designed for writers looking for constructive criticism, writing tips, and encouragement. A place for those truly wanting to improve their skills. We can all benefit from positive feedback and become better writers with one another's assistance.

The Writer's Meow showcases everything from fiction and fan fiction, to poetry and songs, to nonfiction articles and essays. Seasoned writers and novices with a dream of writing are encouraged to join.

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Joining the group:

:bulletblack: Hit the button titled "Join this Group." Hitting 'watch' will only allow you to view work, not submit.

:bulletblack: We'd appreciate it if you place our icon in your journal or our link in your signature to show your support.

:bulletblack: Don't forget to comment on other club members' submissions - that is why we are here. And be sure to mention you are visiting their deviation from TMW. That way they can pay you back in kind.

:writer: by arrioch

What we accept:

:bulletblack: Prose... both fiction and non-fiction

:bulletblack: Fan fictions (with disclaimers please)

:bulletblack: Novelists... we will accept all of your chapters, not just the first one and/or prologue. Please refer to the submission guidelines for more.

:bulletblack: Articles and writing tips

:bulletblack: Poetry and songs

:bulletblack: Visual poetry. Photography/artwork with accompanying literature in the artist comments section are also accepted. Please note... we will accept these forms of media ONLY if the literature is YOUR OWN WORK. The image does not have to belong to you, but it MUST be credited in the artist comments section.

:bulletblack: Sorry, NO comics or manga. We are first and foremost a literature group.

:bulletblack: No scraps! If it's not good enough for your gallery, it's not good enough for ours, either.

:bulletblack: The deviation must be a proper deviantArt literature submission. A cover photo with a link in the artist comments section to another site where your story is posted will be considered spam, and will be declined.

:bulletblack: This should go without saying, but all literature must be your own! Posting someone else's work without written permission or at least verbal consent is considered plagiarism. All stolen work will be declined and reported.

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:bulletblack: Due to the amount of members here, we can only accept ONE submission per deviant per week. If you submit more than one within a seven day period, we will chose one for you and the rest will be declined. Sorry, but we want to try to avoid becoming an 'exposure only' group.

Novelists... again, you are welcome to post all your chapters here, but we ask you to please respect the submission limit rule. If you wish your other chapters to be read before they can be submitted, including a link to them in your artist comments would be prudent.

:bulletblack: There are no limits or minimums on word count.

:bulletblack: There are no rules here pertaining to ratings. We will take them all. If your deviation contains adult themes, please make sure it is marked as such and/or the mature filter is on. We do not wish to censor, but our audience is very broad. Please be respectful.

:bulletblack: We do not deny work based on quality, but we do ask that you post your best work possible. Run your work through a spell check, and recheck your grammar/punctuation. If there is something in particular you need assistance with, be sure to include that in your artist comments.

:bulletblack: We now have gallery folders! The featured folder is no longer open for submissions, but will be saved for contest winners, DDs/DLDs, and member recognitions.

To submit, go to gallery page, scroll down to find the appropriate folder, and click the '+' sign. You can also enter the gallery folder itself and click 'submit to this folder.' The genre folders can be accessed directly from the group's home page as well, for your convenience.

If you don't know the category of your submission, please note either the group or one of the gallery moderators. If your submission is a chapter out of a larger work, submit to the gallery your story as a whole fits into. Member submissions are run through on Sundays and Wednesdays. Hopefully this will give you all time to read at your leisure.

Please DO NOT send your own submissions to the group favorites folder! They will be declined.

:writer: by arrioch

Advanced critique:

This folder is meant for members looking for more than just comments and encouragement. Operating on a crit for a crit system, it is for those looking to take their writing to the next level. For more on what this project entails, click here… and here

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Which Submission best demonstrates the Autumn Prompt Best? 

6 deviants said A Love Like LeavesSubtle, ethereal you reached for my waiting
open hand-as wide as a maple leaf
dried by the rumors of frosted grief
lending green to yellow lost in translating
the passion behind the world's new fragile creating
that will be pressed behind a plastic sheath,
taken with the quick skills of a thief
accustomed to trifles that are breath taking.
But my love, your breath only catches
in the empty expanse you left behind
as it echoes through my hollow mind
seeming to make the sorrowful matches
burn awake with the light of fire
catching the dried leaves in a thick plume of desire.
3 deviants said Autumn WhispersAutumn
A shiver runs up my spine, a cold breeze envelops my hair, blowing it here and there. The cool, crisp clean air fills my lungs, as clouds fly past the sun. As I exhale, I watch as the air attempts to fog, no it’s not cold enough for that yet. I get to wait a while longer for that, thankfully.
I stretch my arms into the air and try to hug the wind, but she blows right through my fingertips. The rustle of the leaves blowing by catches my attention, I see reds, oranges, and yellows as they glide weightlessly down the street. Twisting, turning, jumping and leaping as they travel with the wind, the sound of millions of tiny footsteps fill the air. Down at my feet I watch the leaves as they attempt to evade my upcoming path, my boots crunch down on their helpless carcasses as I continue on.
Dancing and twisting in a ballet to an unknown song, the few leaves that remain in the trees put on one last show before joining their siblings in the wind. Overhead they dangle down like a m
3 deviants said AutumnReds and Golds;
longer nights,
there are pumpkins everywhere.
It's here,
the leaves,
will soon,
fall off the golden trees.
The smell of rain;
fills the air.
Frost covers the land,
leaving behind a crystal wonderland.
In the pumpkin fields,
getting lost in the corn maze.
Picking out,
the one.
Carving pumpkins,
for Trick or Treaters.
to the rain drops,
patter on the roof top.
While the smell,
of spices
fill the room.
It is autumn,
and soon winter will come.
2 deviants said AutumnAutumn has come with the snowing of leaves
changing their colors before beginning to freeze;
trees become skeletons in the shadows of days
catching your clothing in nefarious ways.
Traveling to forests to set campfires ablaze
the stories become shrouded in ghostly haze;
gourds begin grinning on the cool air of eves
to chase away demons for fear of their deeds.
Like candy so sweet, in patches they lie
ready to harvest for making of pie;
so join together and let us feast,
upon cousin to chicken, the ridiculous beast.
Watching of football can be forgotten, at least
in the moments of eating, honoring deceased;
for soon a changing of season, to one filled with ice
where everyone is judged by who's naughty and nice.
So savor the flavor the colors enticed
for they are all to soon forgotten in items of price.
2 deviants said Call it autumn or fall, you should have a ballMy father's Skype status is "fall season has finally arrived". It was something he put up more than a year ago--all year round, it was irrelevant, until autumn came back again and lo and behold, the status had meaning again.
I found other meaning in that status, too. My father is in his fifties, my mother is in her forties. I can safely say that they count as "middle aged"; they are in the autumn of their lives. They are the last generation to grow up without a cell phone. They can no longer party as hard as they used to. Naptime is sacred and inviolable. The quirks of a settled and routine life characterise their existence.
They are also in the autumn of their marriage: in the spring they wed, in the summer they planted and raised, and now in the autumn it is time to reap what they sowed all those years ago. I am talking, of course, about raising children. My brother and me. Both of us are adults in our early twenties now.
They say sixty (or is it fifty?) is the youth of old age. The
2 deviants said AutumnHubert is jumping in the heap
That I worked for hours to pile.
Leaves scatter, and the wind picks up.
Autumn makes that young man smile.
Hubert steals an apple or two
(and a pear once in a while)
I pretend that I don’t notice.
Autumn makes that young man smile.
Hubert’s knocking on my front door,
Mud drips from his boots to my tile.
Hubert asks me to take a walk.
Autumn makes that young man smile.
We are back from hiking, and cold,
Having trekked for many a mile.
He takes cocoa, and I drink tea.
Autumn makes this old man smile.
No deviants said Leaf~ The chances of her ever being with Terra had now dropped to exactly minus ten percent. ~
The gentle, almost graceful way in which the colored leaves fell down, leaving the trees nude, bald and ugly, couldn't distract Aqua from the current situation. She sighed wearily, as she looked out of the dirty window. She made a mental note to clean them this weekend… if it didn't rain, that is. But she couldn't bring herself up to do it now.
She followed one particular leaf with her eyes, until it quietly fell on the ground. It was a soft, wine red color. Just like Kairi's hair.
Red leaves had always been Aqua's favorite ones... But not anymore. She prefered the brown ones now, the ones that looked dead and crushed, both from the outside and the inside. Not the fire-kissed ones, fresh and spicy, but the forgotten, burned ones. Why? Because she felt exactly the same as those. She remembered a time when she had loved to collect different kind of leaves of all shapes and sizes. She

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