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Tandem Reader Awards
Tandem Reader Awards? What is this thing I am so shamelessly promoting in your grubby faces? Do I hear questions? Well, grasshoppers, here be answers.
Tandem Reader Awards has to do with reading chapbooks (small published works of writing by an author) (my dictionary defines it as: a small paperback booklet, typically containing poems or fiction). It is an out of DA thing...it happens in the real world. You can nominate any chapbook you have read/want to read/have published free of charge, and then your job is to read, read, read and read some more. Why? Because PRIZES!
The top ten (10) chapbooks, based on reader's picks, get sent to a judg
Featured
161 deviations
Published Work
79 deviations
Literature
Sweet Tea
When lonesome home I have a cup of tea,
A gentle steaming cup to put me right.
I hear the mantle ticking of the clock
And watch Venetian sunrise' morning light.
The crack of day is empty in my hands
While warmth of vessel cradles tenderly.
I think of nothing in these vacant notes,
And then I see him peeking in on me.
I know he's far away at work in thought;
Perhaps still tending his own cup of sweet,
Or pouring tannic acid from an urn
And touches lips to rim to think of me.
I live these times for when we phantom meet,
When morning wraps us in a gentle sweep.
A moment from when life begins to rise
While lovers sip from cups of amber steeped
Poetry
402 deviations
Books
22 deviations
Literature
Dreaming to be Free
Will I only beable to fly in my dreams?
Are my dreams the only place where I can be me?
The only place where I can be free?
Are my Dreams the only place where I won’t be a disappointment to her?
Am I only capable of dreaming about flying next to her?
Rainbow Dash, I dream to fly with you!
The door to the doctors office opened with ominous creek causing Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo to look up from their idle conversation. Dr. Clean Bandage walked in with a clipboard in his mouth. With an uneasy look on his face he meandered over to the chair that sat across the room from the two pegasi. He pulled the stool to him when he got to it and sa
Flash Fiction
7 deviations
Literature
Inner Repression (5)
V.I
"Twelve hours is a long night
When you're searching with no hope in sight
Aimless on the inside
And the damage makes you want to hide"
Once the man had left, the skies changed to the darkest color of gray, and the ground shook to the point where it split open. The soldiers weren't in sight to combat the storm at all. The other of Bryan took him by the arm into the tornado, which had begun lifting up toward the clouds. Inside, the scene around them changed. Outside, the sky was a moving wallpaper of crumpled paper falling on fire. In front of them was a person standing and hunched over on a stone desk with a thin stick of lead.
"Wal
Prose and Stories
68 deviations
Literature
Race Among Race's
Race Among Race's
Racism will always be a complex and hazardous topic.
It is something that is deeply implanted within our logic.
It may be expressed in the form of a humorous joke.
Or may be intentionally announced in order to provoke.
Because they know that it is guaranteed to get a reaction.
And we impulsively give them that much needed satisfaction.
Somehow we feel the need to defend our specified skin colour.
We fight fire with fire to defend our heritage with misguided honour.
That's why racism can never be vanquished or become extinct.
It is how the world works and even if we don't say it, we will always think
How the colour
Freewriting and Stream of Conciousness
12 deviations
Literature
the only god
Eating amphetamines,
like candy from your fingers, always your fingers
in the chair by the window,
always waiting for the sun to set, for the
slow creep of time to bring your voice
to me.
I will race you downhill, I will
meet you there, below the dark,
waiting,
I will tell my secrets to strangers, wonder when
you will break,
break me open with your knowing fingers,
not the neighbours, the nurse asking me if I am
feeling, anymore, the girl behind the counter
at the drugstore, her kind hands over mine,
fragile.
If you can count my ribs,
will you love me, or stay, the
rescue brigade,
whispering to each other
in the night.
Contest
1 deviation
Literature
Rainy August Bank Holiday
I could only ever have fallen in love with you in August,
when all the world is overseas, and unable to say
no no no no no no no until I stick two fingers to the world,
and do you anyway,
or worse, say 'oh Bella' and make me halve my heart.
It could only ever have been on a rainy bank holiday weekend in August,
the two of us tangled in the sheets,
hearing the rain on the windowpanes and snuggling closer together.
Only on a day like this could a heart be so completely
sold.
It could only ever have been you, my love, to capture my heart,
and steal my every breath. Your red-gold hair, sea blue eyes
and the way you bite your low
WIP - Critique Me Please
2 deviations
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