Always-onParis::15d since last chat::0 New MessagesAlways-on by Memnalar
For months, I'd see her at the clinics for our injections, and online in the therapeutic forums. She kept the same odd hours as me. The others managed to find work on a routine schedule. Think-driving sanitation units, working the inbound tech support lines. Workaday, like regular humans. Safe.
Not us. We were always-on. It had been that way in the Gideon pilot pod, when we were all wired together, our minds fused into a single mosaic. I was intuition, stay a step-ahead of the enemy, guessing the next ten moves.
She was the logic center. She did the math. She was a cascade of formulae, speaking in burn calculations, fire rates, weapon heat signature ratios. She gave me the info I needed to make my lucky guesses.
The others got downtime during the long burns, then activated for combat. Not us. We were always-on.
Somewhere along the line, we got too old. All Gideon children get too old. Too big for the pods, too slow to adapt to the upgra
Grommets for HangingThe buildings so tightly packed that the roofs became a city unto themselves, new roofs erected from detritus hauled up from the streets below, built by human versions of same. Old rooftop was floor space now, shingled and tar-papered carpet subfloor under layers of cardboard bedding and lean-tos and currogated shacks thrown up against exhaust vents. The sun was blocked by endless tarpaulin of vinyl sheeting stitched with baling wire and shoestring and power cables from obsolete machines, held aloft by whatever the roof dwellers could prop up.Grommets for Hanging by Memnalar
Cymbal was picking mushrooms under the blue light cast from noon sun filtered through the vinyl overhead. It had once hung on a commercial blimp advertising perfume, clear blue water in a crystal vial fashioned to look like intertwined lovers. Now the blue lovers were mildewed. Cymbal wiped dung from her gloves and hoisted her bag of harvest. It was lighter than she'd like.
She felt a furry brush at her ankle, and an impatient mreaow. Pud
Trunk LineI watched the secondary pressure dial climb, ever closer to the primary. I kicked the lock away from the lever in the floor, the only one in the cabin unmarred from constant use.Trunk Line by Memnalar
"You sure about this?" I asked her. Hundredth time, easy. "You damned sure?"
She rumbled under me. Four blasts on the whistle, her assent. Firebox glowed as she primed her flames.
Didn't need me anymore.
Cabin door clanged open. Frost blew in like his namesake, slammed the door behind him, wheeled the seals closed. I glanced back at him.
"Took one in the shoulder. Drones can't aim for shit. We're holding them two cars down from the coal, don't know how long we can keep them..."
"Don't need to now."
He looked at me. I looked at the firebox. She was beyond the need for coal. Beyond the need for greasy hands in black gloves on levers, squinted eyes poring over dials.
Primary and secondary matched. It was time.
I reached for the gleaming lever.
Frost yelled something, slammed into me as t
Prima NoctaIt doesn't happen how you think it does.Prima Nocta by Memnalar
You're probably strung out, ducked into the wrong alley to hit the pipe. It waited there, watching you, biding time until you were good and fucked before ripping a new hole in your throat. Maybe your thigh if it's in a rush. You spray out all over the wall, all over yourself, all over it. You just see yellow eyes, fucking foot-long tongue lapping you up, and then nothing.
But then, something. Maybe you smell dogshit, old take-out containers, dried-out tampons and whatever else people threw away along with you. You reach up and around, wipe the maggots off your face. You find a door up there, push it open. Daylight. It feels like a blowtorch on your hand, and you smell your skin bubbling away as the lid falls closed.
No, you didn't smell it. You tasted it. Tasted your skin burning, just like you're tasting this dumpster and the filth you're swimming in.
Maybe you sleep.
Maybe you wake up just in time to hear the truck grab hold of your roac
crystallineCounting dayscrystalline by Memnalar
but not the other guy
ark nemesisCame out of the sand,ark nemesis by Memnalar
wind blowing hot
ruffling his hat brim
They had wings, we thought,
but the Good Book
never said anything about that.
Just a long chain
A long chain,
A chain as long as we've been here
crawling across His skin
A long chain,
holding a big box
on his back,
if you've a mind
Along his chest,
He pulled it,
in each claw,
and he dared the horizon
you Sons of
And as we started,
rats, crawling over the dirt
for a dark hole away from
by one he raised his hands
and turned that wheel
amidst the gun
never running dry
and the box on his back
held there by the chain,
every link our lives,
put there since the start,
every link we died
until the box was full.
And then one day,
one drunk in a dark room
encased by clay
wrote it down as a flood
when two by two every beast of the
illuminate my heartSeptember falls outside his window and the two-story house feels June. Time tilts here, the days canted to the left like the apple tree their grandchildren planted sometime last winter. It hasn't grown much since then, a few leaves on dry branches but no blooming flowers when spring arrived.illuminate my heart by rushingtide
Today his fifty years seem like thirty. Sitting up in bed is easier. He doesn't feel as weak as before. The Pacific breeze touches his hair, chills his pale face and he thinks, Maybe Anna and I could drive down to the beachfront today.
He rolls to his side. She's burrowed under the covers, a blue blanketed lump, white hair poking out over dark blue pillows.
John reaches his hand out and presses down.
The lump rolls over. The lump doesn't breathe.
The lump deflates like a balloon.
The lump is blankets and no flesh.
"Mmm, good morning," Anna murmurs in his ear.
Cold lips kiss his cold cheek. John frowns.
There's nothing there--
Anna squeezes his hand, drags him out of bed. "Breakfast?"
Transliterations: Musical Maps Resultstransliterations' Musical Maps Contest: Results!Transliterations: Musical Maps Results by zebrazebrazebra
It's time to announce the results of transliterations' inaugural contest, which called on entrants to create literature out of music via a visual map, neatly employing three mediums to make life overly difficult for even the most dedicated writers. Despite this, we received a staggering twenty-four submissions, all of which are wonderful and all of which can and should be read here. Nevertheless, it wouldn't be much of a contest without prizes and prizewinners and so on and, indeed, so forth, and so I hereby present to you:
Prose, First Place
Based on a map of Illuminate My Heart, My Darling
The expression in rushingtide's piece is beautifully wrought and its sparse literature leads us into that unknown place...anyone who has ever been in love and
30 Days of Poetry: NaPoWriMo 2015NaPoWriMo is almost upon us! (That's National Poetry Writing Month, if you're unfamiliar with the term. It starts April 1st.)IrrevocableFate
Here's the run down of what NaPo is all about:
Write 30 poems in 30 days.
Yep, that's it. That's all you do, but it can be harder than it sounds if you're not used to writing that much!
What is it that we'll be doing at CRLiterature and theWrittenRevolution?
We'll come up with 10 Prompts every week to help give you some inspiration! Of course, you don't have to follow any of the prompts, but they will be there to help you. The prompt articles will also serve as a "check-in" of sorts so you can update us on how you are doing, if you're behind, or ahead, or whatever!
Advice from Vigilo
(Vigilo is a NaPoWriMo World Champion who has completed it a number of times.)
How to Prepare
Some people find it easier to get through the month if they have a running theme for all of their p
LEARN THIS!! VOLUME IIIIn an effort to foster rapid artistic growth and stimulate the medulla oblongata (yeah, work those lungs!), seniormentors is proud to the present the third of our outrageously ambitious, Hourly Tutorial Series, "LEARN THIS!"neurotype
You've just completed a painting so fine that Rubens himself has given up art forever. What artistic Rubicon is left for you to cross?
Poetry, of course.
Before we go any further it's very important to understand the grammar. You have two choices, either to never use punctuation or capitalization again, or to always use every form of punctuation all the time. No matter what you choose, you must always capitalize Poetry, as it will soon become the only person you talk to.
This is the skin of a poet. The pallor can only be achieved once you succumb to your inner angst.
Now that you've spent the past hour shaking and crying, you're ready to put words to
CRLiterature Book Club: April 2015Well, guys, after the last month's March Book Club: American Born Chinese focused on a graphic novel, us brilliant bros at CRLiterature figured this month we should go even more graphic. So graphic you're going to get "all gushing and breathy—like a child, not a grown woman who can vote and drink legally in the state of Washington." (That's a quotation from the book!)tiganusi
Yes, kids, we're reading 50 Shades of Grey by E. L. James.
“This is wrong, but holy hell is it erotic.”
Who hasn't heard of 50 Shades by now? It's a certifiable pop culture
'Fairy Tale' Contest WinnersBestestFriendContest Group ENTRIESIrrevocableFate
Well hello! It's time to finally announce the winners of the 'Fairy Tale' Contest! It was a super tough decision because there were so many great submissions! We had a decent turnout with 31 entries.
You're all winners because now you've cemented your place in the halls of writing with your fairy tales. May your story inspire future generations.
Thank you so, so, so much to the judges, DreamingAutumn, Naktarra, NamelessShe, MagicalJoey!
ALL THE ENTRIES MAY BE FOUND HERE.
tWR Interviews:Vocabulary, Narrative Voice and POVHello everyone, and welcome to our "tWR Interviews", where we interview experienced writers of our community about the art of writing!HtBlack
If you're reading, please favourite and share the article so we can spread this amazing resource around!
Today we're interviewing our Carmalain7 and Vigilo, plus williamszm, kiwi-damnation and jade-pandora on vocabulary building for poetry, and raspil and Memnalar on narrative voice and POV(point of view) for prose!
If you want to get some more educational reading, here are the other interviews we've released so far:On WritingProse and Poetry Basics
Project Educate: Lit Publishing WeekPublishing Week
Welcome to Publishing Week hosted by CRLiterature and projecteducate!
What can I expect from this week?
This week we'll be delving into the depths of literature publishing. :iconwooooplz: Oooooh, spooky and scary stuff, right? Not really. Okay. Well, maybe a little, but we'll help make it less so! We'll tackle everything from general resources to what it's like to be on the publisher's side of things. Here is a handy dandy schedule ( NOW WITH LINKS):
Intro by IrrevocableFate
10 Reasons to ALWAYS Read Submission Guidelines by SadisticIceCream