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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.

Kitty emoticon by Chaosgoettin

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.

Kitty emoticon by Chaosgoettin


: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 Anything goes prompt best? 

3 deviants said Blurred Lines by icandotoo
3 deviants said MilkI’m a gallon of milk. I lived in the dairy aisle until this afternoon when a woman came to buy me. I was so excited to finally belong to someone. I had a good feeling about her, too. She was very gentle with me, and she even put me in front of the shopping cart so I could see everything. I couldn't wait to get into her fridge.
We went for a ride in her car. I could tell that she lived far away from the store because it was a long ride. I was in a bag, so I couldn't see anything, but the music was nice and relaxing. She was a very careful driver, so the ride was nice and smooth. When she took me out of the car, I could see her neighborhood. It was very beautiful with lots of huge trees and houses. I instantly fell in love with my new home. 
We went inside and she set me on the counter for a second while she put the butter away. Just as she was getting ready to put me in the fridge, a strange man busted into the kitchen. He wore a ski mask and all black clothes. I was con
2 deviants said On The Other HandOn one hand, it was the only way to survive – on the other hand; could she really live with herself?
When the children were placed before Masozi, who was shaking like a leaf, they were told not to cry. They held somber faces – they knew the sacrifice they were making – and they shed no tears for the life this woman was going to take.
They told her, “thank you, Masozi, don’t cry for us, please.”
Masozi was not nearly as composed; she wept, quaked, vomited and cursed. She tore at her hair and yelled for death to come and take her.
“No, no, my lady,” said the children, “your name is Masozi; not for the tears you shed, but for those flowing from your enemy when they see you coming.”
So she stood, raised her sword, and, keeping her eyes shut tight, she swung with all her might. She stayed to see the two children be buried – and she lauded their families for the sacrifice and nobility – before she went out, alone, to fac
2 deviants said little infinitieswe are finite. 
trivial in the vastness of eternity, and
bound by the limitations of life.
but our own little infinities,
those hopes, dreams, and wishes,
traverse throughout time
and linger in a million forevers.
1 deviant said I Have a Question...I'm certain there's no shortage
Of disdain for humanity
Given our long history of
violence and profanity
But I've discovered that it's
Almost too easy to find
The faults the reside
Within your own kind
It seems that one's stance
Always turns on a dime
And we see it happen
Almost all of the time
You might be confused as to
What I'm trying to imply
Don't worry about implications now
Just let me explain why
So if man does something stupid
Society dwells into a horrid dismay
And says our species is done for
Though we're progressing anyway
But when a man does something right
They say their faith is restored
As if the world's good natured people
Were never there before
Now my question is not asking
If you have faith in mankind
But I figured you might
Want to keep that in mind
So anyway...
If you have a special person
( I'm not saying that you do)
Who you love more than anything
Who means the world to you
A person you have hope in
No matter what the cost
If you believe in that single soul...
1 deviant said Till the Last Petal FallsDeep red of lush roses
desperately clinging to a life
that is not their own.
They flush,
akin to the blush,
across turned up noses.
Can they see the lack
of faith in their luster?
Or is it a lost cause, no hope?
Merely a blunder,
of false feelings from a flashback.
Veins of brown death sweep
through the petals;
drying them as it goes.
Sighing at their passing
youth that wouldn’t  keep.
Fade away departing, used,
faithless lover.
Nothing delicate rotted the stems;
only the struggle of intimate needs
against a tangible suit.
Graceful fall of once sweet carnations
allows the pain to be brushed away;
into many places:
hidden in the hug,
snug next to the jaded motions,
buried in isolation.
Dingy meaningless leaves, that are
no longer green with jealousy,
darkened to hate.
The past lays waste
to those too stubborn to reprieve.
Wilting decay, vibrant in niceties,
expressing lost ecstasy and desire;
an avoidable death of vibrancy
wrapped in unmistakable longing,
sits on the table re
1 deviant said UntouchableDo you remember the time
When we were
No one could reach us
No one could hold us
We were one
We were one
Now we are two
And there is nothing
Holding us together
We are fragile
Each on their own
Each on their own
We are breakable
No longer invincible
Every crack in the glass
Causes a splinter to fall
The façade is crumbling
The façade is crumbling
And I am breaking
While watching you burn
You are burning up from inside
And I can't take what is around me
This is the end of us
This is the end of us
And nothing we can do
As we are
Too far apart
Inside and out
We were
No deviants said PussydeathTeeth to tear your limbs apart
And growls to tear your soul
He smells your fear
Will disappear
And rip out your heart
Like a giant cat he moves
With stripes and whiskers and claws
The last thing you’ll see
His tail it will be
When it’s your eyes that he removes
You will be dead
The giant cat
Will eat you alive
When you have bled
Your blood is shed
And you cannot survive
No deviants said Killer Kids 2, BethanyCan you keep a secret?
Promise it's safe?
Do I have to threaten you just in case?
My name is Bethany, I'm not that stable... if you compare me to my twin sister Mable.
Marble is the smartest, she's the best.
Just flat-out better than all the rest.
My parents loved her more you see...
So I have to change that favorite to me.
I got a glass bottle, colored black.
Now it's my time to attack.
Right before bed, I smashed the bottle against her head.
Her pretty face cut with black shards. 
I could help but laugh very hard.
The black bottle splattered with red.
Now its time to take her to "bed".
I buried her in the back yard...
I never thought I'd get this far.
My name is Bethany, and I'm not stable... if you still compare me to my dead twin sister Mable.

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