Friends of the Revolution, December

Dec 12, 201311 min read

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Yay, it's December! FoR is almost right on time this month.

How exciting! Let's celebrate by looking at our lovely affiliates!

TwoThousandWords

TwoThousandWords is a group that started as a seprate project within two other groups, but soon became it's own group. Two Thousand words is a collaborative effort between artists and writers.

Two Thousand Words is an art and literature collaborative project. In the current round, writers are being challenged to write a longer work and artists have the opportunity to work alongside them. The writing can be a novella, ballad, or poetry collection, and the art can be any medium and take any form to accompany.

- From TwoThousandWords's 'Group Info

Admins of TwoThousandWords

Founder

What else?

Project Information

A list of their Posted Works can be found here. There you can see all the collaborations!

Click here for their Wrap Up, Thank-Yous, Special Mentions, and information about Next Year's event!

Teenage-Writers Gallery

Landing not Falling [illustrated poems] by Treo-LeGigeo

The Underneath by Treo-LeGigeo

Turn Back the Clock [illustrated poem] by Treo-LeGigeo

The Dark Night by Treo-LeGigeo

Golden Eyed Visions [illustrated story] by Treo-LeGigeo

xWritersUtopiax

This group is pretty laid back, bu don't mistake that for a lack of participation! Their gallery is buzzing with a variety of different works.

Our main focus is for this group to be a literal writer's utopia, in a sense that it's the perfect community for authors of all kinds to share their work! <3

- From xWritersUtopiax's Group Info

Admins of xWritersUtopiax

Founder

Co-Founders

Contributors

What else?

Rules, rules, rules! On the left hand side of their front page you can find the groups rules and submission guidelines.

xWritersUtopiax Gallery

Tunnel at the end of lightSeeking a parallel in quietus
from the smoking fields of nebulae
where I could see all there is,
while reality floats,
its distance doubling with the
passing of each second.
To discover there are no grasslands,
that there never was a serenity
and how lonely I am for that.
Only the tundra of planets
with equators untouched
by their inner engines
in an existence unchanged through
the fish-eye lens of light years with
tilted skull caps lined up like dominoes. dragonfly wingsi. There is an entire generation of humans who grew up learning how to be murderers,
learning how to wound creatures for an audience and a laugh, and oh
how they love to laugh, pigtailed executioners
and torturers of all that frail life
that could be contained in a quiet garden.
ii. They take spiders by their bellies and put them one each on two ends of a stick,
and they poke and prod and push until one decides to eat the other,
for there must be a duel, there must be a death, or there is no fun,
and the children will race off to find new things to hurt.
They take dragonflies by the wings and stick their jewel tails into electric sockets,
playing god in their pajamas, leaving peanut butter fingerprints
on the little pockets of heaven they find and fight over,
keeping the pretty pieces for their scrapbooks, like you could trap life
beneath scotch tape and label it between lines red-blue-red.
iii. Well maybe they know better, if you want to believe there's a muted brilliance
hidd :thumb395236734: A Summer Afternoon in 2013.'… from 1 upwards. Cuisinaire rods are distributed, in the following...'
“What are you reading?”
I looked up at my intruder. My younger sister was standing at my bedroom door, leaning against the door frame with a cheeky look on her face. I fixed my eyes back on the top of page 81, adjusting my place on my lovely, comfy bed. “It's a book about maths pedagogy.”
She pulled a face that resembled a curious mixture of confusion, but with an undertone of amusement. “Peda-what?”
I tried to suppress my annoyance. “Pedagogy. It means teaching technique.”
Her expression didn't change much, so I decided to elaborate.
“Look, it's like this. The way maths is taught right now is rubbish. It's boringly inaccessible to most students, who are forced to go – against their will most of the time – to classes taught by teachers they don't like. If I'm going to be a teacher, I'm going to be a good one, darn it, so I've got to kn

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