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This is theWrittenRevolution's blog for literature community news promotion. I'll post highlights from my 'Love DA Lit' news series, the DDs for that week, as well as listing some updates from our affiliates! This journal will be updated once a week, on Sunday, along with my news article. Please feel free to comment or send me (HugQueen) a note with any comments, questions, or suggestions! I am always happy to include literature relevant things[or things from our affiliates I might have missed]! :eager:



Love DA Lit: Issue 283



Literature Community Relations


:icondoughboycafe: doughboycafe - doughboycafe's DD Suggestion Guidelines
:iconbeccajs: BeccaJS - BeccaJS' DD Suggestion Guidelines
:iconakrasiel: akrasiel - akrasiel’s DD Suggestion Guidelines

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re:micromortsmicroprobability states
after consuming one-thousand bananas over the course of your lifetime
and subsequently every one-thousand more beyond
your chance of sudden death increases
by .0001 percent
exactly the same
as drinking half a liter of wine
smoking one-and-a-quarter cigarettes or spending
two days in new york city
so if you find me one day
smoking a cigarette at a wine bar in manhattan while eating a banana split -
casually sipping and puffing and spooning and sighing -
ask me if it's all been real What We Wantthere is nothing simple about
what we want of this ghost
nor what it wants of us
our every word
ticks familiar nothings
along the rotary travel
of the context dial
and behind every note
of our skyward intentions
chirps the same
swirling nightful of insects
a mechanical enmeshment
of barbs strumming harpstrings
in prayers that somehow
its echo chamber might rename us
might not know us, might not realize
there's nothing
holding the strings taut
but myth and magnetic repulsion
i have a recurring dream
that i awake alone
in the backseat of a car
barreling down the highway
and from what i dream-remember
i'd already been driving it badly
before crawling into the backseat
for a rest, without stopping
there is nothing simple about
the ease with which
we forget
to stop
us saying we're already dead
merely mimics
what the echo chamber
has always named us
because war is all we've ever been winter flowseeing this river
wide spanned by a wooden bridge
lit by swaying lamps
lift your heads and smell the salt
we'll be in port by daybreak
on a wooden bridge
the winter river running
to the salty sea
unlit lamps smelling of oil
wait on this day's setting sun
the magpies gather
lamp-wick black and frosty white
on wooden bridge rails
coveting the sun sparkles
on the swift water below

Mature Content

 Three Million DollarsBy no means was I surprised when the first pop-up appeared on my computer screen. I had been surfing through the internet for about 30 minutes when it happened, and I just assumed it was some sort of stupid virus. Or scam. I mean, it had to be, right?
“Click now to receive three million dollars! Just press “Accept”!”
How wonderful, the sarcastic little voice in my head meeped. No, thank you. I quickly searched for the red “x” button on the top right corner of the message and pressed it, hoping that wouldn’t bring me to another site full of ads and even more misery. Can’t I look through my social media in peace?


“Click now to receive three million dollars! All you have to do is press the button below!”
Another one? Now, this was just getting annoying. I repeated the same step as I did before. Holding Effects of RadioactivityHorror Scenario
Was this power plant not a big ember,
Ignited through the reactor’s tremendous energies?
Its flaming beam cut the courage of firefighters
In ever-consuming ectomies.
In the firestorm, they saw nothing but sparks;
Again and again, heat waves flood after flood.
What here burned will never bloom again,
No phoenix will be resurrected.
It will only survive the wind and its shrill disphonies.
Afterwards
Even today people in the region suffer from radiation exposure.
Whole areas were contaminated.
Especially children are affected by the radioactive food:
The children of Gomel, just a few kilometers away from Chernobyl.
Help in Need
Since the year 2000, our community allows the children of Gomel
An annual recovery stay.
The mayor takes care of host families in our three small villages.
Gomel students and their teachers spend happy days with us.
Our mayor supports the commitment of the children's aid Gomel, and
Our community has been a partner of the a QueerWhen I started preschool, I was a loner, because none of the boys wanted to play with me. I only had a few friends, mostly out of the other boys who were loners.
I didn't want to play with the girls. They liked boring games. None of them wanted to play with dinosaurs, and they thought kickball was stupid.
I eventually learned that girls were supposed to like pink, and that boys weren't allowed to. I've hated the color ever since. I don't even know if I genuinely hate it, or if I hate everything society has made it to be. They have become inseparable in my mind.
There was a girl at my elementary school who had short hair. Everyone mistook her for a boy. I tried to hang out with her and acted like we were friends.
We weren't. I was just jealous.
When I started to develop my own clothing preferences, my mom wouldn't let me wear black t-shirts. She said that black wasn't a color for little girls. I was so mad. I didn't see any difference, and decided it was all just unfair.
I'm 22 years ol Rainlight    Rain crackled as it hit the ground, scattering sparks in every direction. It was a nostalgic kind of rain, with a warm electric glow and steam that curled upwards as the falling water smashed into the pavement.
    It was a beautiful sight, but a dangerous one.
    A familiar voice startled him from behind. “You actually came.”
    Cathias turned from the window to see the soft glow of Matiah’s eyes blinking from the doorway. Blue eyes, the color of a sparkmoth in flight. “Of course.” 
     “Come then. We need you to see this.”
     “The worms.” Cathias said, keeping pace with her. “You said it was urgent.”
    She sighed as the door slid open.
    Cathias winced as he stepped into a room. Research lights were painfully bright, reflecting off the angular metal walls, and revealin


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I'm just curious. . . what does DD mean? I searched it on google and it means designated driver, but I think that's not what you meant when you said it would be fun to request DDs.