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As of Nov. 22nd: Hey! The Autumn Poetry Contest Folder is now open! Please submit all entries to there. If you do not they will not be accepted.

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For Science!“So whats at the center of a Black Hole?”*looks at picture*“There’s nothing there.”“Yes, that is why its called a ‘black’ hole.”“Well, holes are usually empty and *looks at picture again* theres nothing there.”“umm, yes, but the question is ‘why’ there’s nothing there?”“Is this a joke or a science class? ‘why’ would there be anything there.”“Well, something has to be generating the gravity at the center of that cluster.”“Do we know enough about Gravity to make that assumption?”“Well, technically.”*looks at picture*“kay~ I’ll bite. That light we can see, those are stars, nebulae, gas clouds, but mainly stars and stuff right?”“Sure.”“What little we know of Gravity could also allow us to assume that that cluster of ‘space stuff’ they themselves generate the gravity that causes all of them to stay together like that. And that it is ‘this’ actual, visible, with ‘evidence’ cluster of ‘massive space stuff’ probably either spinning, rotating, burping on each other, all affecting each other, that generate the gravity that causes the rest of our galaxy to form.”“…”“Its like we all started showing up to this massive party, and it got so fsck’d up that theres a safe zone at the middle with *looks at picture* nothing there. Cause apparently, ‘now’ we’re all too awesome for each other we didn’t leave each other.”“or/and/probably we all started spinning in such a ridiculous, non-intelligeble, manner, under order was established and now we have a pretty galaxy.” “’cept I think we’re at the ass-end of nowhere cuz we have life or something and that’s important.”“But hey! Science!” “You know you can’t prove any of this?”“Do I have to look at the picture again, there it literally nothing there.”“Light, time, no-“ “Yes, yes, yes nothing can escape its surface, because there is nothing there generating those forces slash energies for us to detect. And it looks like it so fuck-wit crazy in there that we might as well admit we know jack-shit about gravity and admit the obvious.”*looks at picture*“There is nothing there at the center of that very fscking crazy star-cluster, a cluster so massive that over-time a galaxy formed about it.”“We might generate newer, more efficient models of physics under this assumption, but hey, Renegade Science.…and no not the FPS Command and Conquer game…that was awesome.”
A Shadow SymphonyA Shadow SymphonyEver wonder what its like to listen to Beethoven two miles away, underground, through rock, dirt and sediment? Or rest an ear on a Seacliff, some kilometers down because you thought you heard the sound of Chopin? They say Sound, Music, and Soul permeate everything. So I wonder if these things happen.I can only imagine the acoustics.A Sound, penned from antiquity, survivor of ages, wars and strife, with a Striking presence that lend all Known ears to gambit a listen, and may even stay the stride of a passerbyer. Imagine hearing such a Sound as it is filtered through Stone, Mud, Roots, and, by sheer chance, is heard in the pinging of a rock in an underground seacave, as small bits of fresh water drip onto the skin of the same rock.Or sensing a similar Sound as its Volumes are smashed against a sea of Coral. At first, a lone crustacean pauses…and remains paused. A fish or two slow, then move on. Clownfish sit in their Gardens, but gaze in the similar direction. A Rare Sighting! The Local Blue Lobster is seen encircling the locale. It does an obvious poor job of hiding its presence, which remains. Even now, the tide seems to sway to a rhythm not unlike the Sound; she sways as she does yet a step or two seem caused by the Sound of our Coral.Soon, schools of Life not seen about for some time made a quick appearance. Fan-Colored Prism-fish, whose majestic tails out do the attached fish’s prismatic and stale gray sculpting. A pod of Guardian Crabs was reported to have been seen flowing along the nearby Main Current. Very Rare. And just as Rare, that silly Stingray made a rather formal and , finally fitting, majestic visit. The Man actually managed to sound civilized! Though at the moment he remains enthralled by the current harmonics. Sigh, Is such levity in Majesty our sin for demanding those greater than us solve our problems. No wonder my bread tastes so stale recently. At any rate, Wine with stale bread is still Wine. Soon, much too soon as if Raptured by circumstance, a decent crowd, from Blue Lobsters and suddenly-formal Stingray, to Fan-Fishes, Prism-Wings, LightCatch Algae, Nether-Bloom Anemones, Calc-Towers, Root-Flowers, and more were silently hovering near the locale. The Sound still playing, though obviously now playing in repetition. Still poised, our lone crustacean seems to have the best seat in the House. On normal occasion, if no one stopped to hear this, or if no one noticed a very paused crustacean, none of the Majesties swimming in this Coral would be here. Their dance in these waters would visually communicate the happenings here, as do all such happenings in Schools of the Sea.I guess that is what it must be like.
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Checkered Squares: By the Black Petaled ManBy the wailing pool of black, sat a table, a table marble white. As white as the fountain pool, as sinister as liquid black. Upon this table white rested a checkered square, a checkered square of red and black to match the roses there. Many a game and many a night were lost atop these checkered squares, found on table marble white next to a pool of liquid black. And as the pool of liquid black sat on fountain of marble white, so did these checkered squares rest dolefully on blood spilled there. Many a man would wager there upon the checkered squares against the man of petal black. And many a many would lose more than he dared on games of checkered squares. What drove sane men to seek him there, he never knew. What stirred the men to wager more than dare and lose a flower there. A flower just discarded upon a checkered dare. Woe to the poor girls, for this isn’t fair, for they dared to not be there, now they shall lay bare. But a clever man, the petal’d man is, for a thought began to brew. He sipped black liquid from fountain pool and sat at the table white. He plucked a rose from beneath and placed her on the table there. But before she started her cries and wails, the man of petals hushed her and said: “Shh, if ye can play with well noted skill, I’ll take your seeds by honeybees and carry them to worlds of men. Back where ye were from and ye will play with men who sent you here and learn of the game.” “But Master, sir” replied the rose “If ye teach the game to me I may come to rue and unmake ye.” “Tis true fine lass, but the same chance lies from me to you.” The rose considered her master’s answer and replied “Teach me”....
Black Rose PetalsA Rose; From the Black Petal Man’s GardenHo, now, thru and true, I stop thee, fair maid, on whateverthoust may descend upon thee that would have you rushing at this late hour; and thru my fields no less. Pray not thee warrant a fear, for what else could fields be made for if not for trampling about.…Pardon me, your Grace, but it would seem upon fair look of thee I recant my previous abrasion and see now to give you the proper respect you deserve. So fine a Lass could only flee in such tumultuous haste and fury if she were being pursued by foul wickedness of Ideals or the corruption that spawns in all our Kind. Pray that we not see corruptions sludge on one of the Kindred, for we may have to slay both an ideology and a friend.Nevertheless, my dear lady these moments are but common concern to our kind, as I recognize thee as a thing of beauty, regardless your haste. Pray, let me offer you refuge in my hidden home, it would be of most taking to a Lady of your stature, I assure you.[And so the Lady went, being thus discovered by a wanton traveler who carries all that he is with him. Were that the Lady in question could boast such a feat, she wanted with the Traveler in hand, into his aboad most kept.]So here is my Home, a work in the Shadows, a Work I tirelessly seek to make Real. Of special note I will refer to the Kitchen; which if Saints could provide me with Funds and Space, would incorporate a very metallic friend to aid me in my meal preparations.Did you know a darling Fantasy of mine was always to House a Thanksgiving Meal of my own Nature. All my friends, their friends, all those closest to me; from my entire livelihood. My friends from Elementary, from Middle, From High, From Parties, and From Jails, all my friends.Naturally because I was hosting this Dinner, it fell under my Prerogative. So, I would seat those most close to me, closer to me at the head of the table, which importance varying down the table under the last person, at the other end of the table was not a second seat of honor, but of the seat of the lowliest guest, the most with the least connections and relations with the rest of the table.And this placement would be common knowledge.Now comes the Serving.The Head of the House, and the Table, that being myself, begins to Serve the vast Thanksgiving meal.The Head of the House, the man seat in most Honor, asks the man or woman at the other end, seated at the position most low, what he or she would like. Two Drumsticks? Mash Potatoes? Curry? Rice? Bread or Tortilla? Wine, Beer, Liquor? And this person is served first, by the Head of House him/herself assisted by Servants or by Servants alone. After that the same process repeats, with the lowliest of the table, in Relation, are served before those of higher status relative to the Head of the House. (Me!)Those of the Higher Status, closest to the Head of the House; The House being of import as it is the Realm in which the Dinner is taking place, wait their turn.Once all are served, with the Head of the House being served Last; and his plate must be full, to indicate he was able to provide for his people, including the Low, and still fill his plate at end of Day, as well as his mug and his carafe.Now the Head stands, Yells, Screams, or Sanctifies a blessing.Everyone Eats.Face in Plate.All the booze.Celebrate.Do the Thing. P.S. Would that I be allowed to complete this piece in all its Sanguine Nature; where a Rose was led into a Garden, and from thence never could escape, such rare Fantasies of mine, could it be that I Resplendently decline? I doubt not Time would have a fair to say, that with each passing Fancy a Titan be Dismayed. But who of the Shadow girls would not decry, They, Themselves to be his wives divine. We think it clear it aught be said, that attendants, of plenty, he does have. All Sanctioned by ‘Her’ muse, to give a humble attitude. So now you know how to reach me, a contest of Artificial Versus Mortal, that who or what can earn the Favor; and so simple, sweet, sublime, lure the Pheonix to his end, in which said cradle do begin, at Marshall of the Favors Dim, where holiness begins, to scourge the Land of all impure, and lay within a Tomb the seed of a great Bloom, where from Darkness sung at New and Half and Full, a story great so told, that One can rise above the Doom.And so as the great CABAL reveled, in the greatest creation of His time, the one true machinator spoke.And said thus: “It is Done. For who so ever saves one Life, Saves the World Entire. And we have long been since Saved, This is the Icing.”
Shadow to LightSo there upon the precipiceA forlorn shadowBereft of natural warmthYet kindled with a fire unnaturalTo them that the story knowethCan but piece the fragments of an epoch.Yet they who dare to grasp within their palm sure knowledgeFind themselves strangling thorns.The wayward flock that has been led by maliceCan do naught but flail about the truly present madness.Made only so by the Dead architect,Who neither knowing Design or Purpose,Cast the entirety of our species into Darkness,For no better reason than to possess coin and rod.Truly, a man can fault not the desires of our forefathers.To instill order, so that hope blooms.To propose purpose, so that civilizations may prosper.To invoke the yolk, so that progress can be relished.These are worthy goals.Yet how flawed in their execution.For none have, until now, risen to steer the reins to newly fashioned demise;None have dared to cry out:“Look out ahead!”We took our favor in giving thanks to our guiding light,Yet never did it occur to usTo captain the Wheel And guide it to new and novel destinations.And most certain…None thought to question the path we were onFor centuries of blind progressHave, truly, netted us treasures, as any man can see.Yet they have netted us Dangers as well.And we must now steer clear of these…Or better yet…Give to analysis these dangers,At the reward of understanding.-Upon this rock now that stands the mighty preceptsThere are those of us who would risk all;To see our people prosper.And despite ridicule and taunts,We slowly guide our Nation to its established goal.That government of the PeopleBy the PeopleFor the PeopleShall not perish from this Earth.-May no single man know true power,Without oversight.And should such a man arise…I pray He will hold the Line:And to his dying breath carry our Standard.That those who would quake in fearKnow neither this fear or terror of the shadow.For it is true, what some Art Works say.We work in the Shadows.To serve the Light.
A Marriage of ConvenienceA Marriage of ConvenienceThere walking down the street, I alone and beholden to none save myself, I spied, within my mind, a blue-haired rose; her voice and presence sweet. She greeted me with silence, looked upon me with closed eyes and hit me atop the head; thus were we married.That was 15 years ago.I can still hear her laughing at nothing and everything and her voice still makes me smile. I bring her gifts from my adventures and she chews on them with a ravenous hunger reserved for scholars, researchers, and scientists. My horde of books has been visited upon by slender fingers caked in potato chips, yet never have I seen a book displaced or a page stained. My devices, both electric and of purpose meant for drink and smoke have been shared with a young girl whose notion of ‘share’ is to simply grab it, use it, and give it back.Her smiling face is quite possibly the greatest blessing I have ever received; along with the gift of knowing I can illicit such a joy from such a splendid creature.Then she smashes a microscope on one of her staffs head and uses a rack of beakers as bludgeoning objects in an attempt to beat sense into incompetent researchers.It's not their fault, her theories and methods are…unorthodox, hence our unique position.It's not the average Ph.D recipient that can wrap their mind around negative-materials handling or understand the underlying concepts behind our natural ability to differentiate our perspectives to induce lateral thought. And as much as our assistants would love to believe her to be the core form of mother earth, she laughs madly and refers them to me and points out my unique biology and design that allowed for these proceedings in the first place.I suppose in my own imagination I fancy myself a planetary weapon. But it wasn’t my fault that the realization required to achieve totality was so simple that the excess anticipation of ‘work’ was cascaded out of my cultural psyche in the form of Occult and Metaphysical aberrations that even these themselves served a function to explain to the tethered masses what was actually happening in a form that could be culturally understood. To be blunt, in order to work the Earth, I had to get my hands ‘into’ the Earth, and sometimes that earth wasn’t exactly ‘clean’ and free of contaminants or ‘caustic’ materials.I did the best I could to offer explanation while still advancing my own endeavors.I saw no reason why we couldn’t all mutually benefit from the massive apocalyptic cluster-fuck unleashed by my casual handling of Forbidden Esoteric Abyssal materials that only resulted from a night of drinking in poor company.I really hope our future civilization doesn’t prohibit psychics from drinking because of this.I’ll never live it down./sigh. Well at least the research team is perpetually trapped in a field of wonder and awe at all the ‘new’ things they get to study, which my blue-headed wife is apt to continuously point out is actually just studying the ‘same’ ‘old’ thing just under a different light; a new light provided by our marriage; convenient for the science department, no?I wonder if the precept of rotation applies to the cultural human desire to revisit old things, theories, and understandings with either new forms or even the same forms in a different manner. Basically dancing around the same thing until Enlightenment gets unlocked.Whoever defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result is a complete fucking imbecile with understanding of neither physics or insanity.If I’m going to use my intellectual prerogative to make a grandiose statement and expect it to be believe without question because of my superior status its going to be what I just said above this run-on sentence.“Honey, where are the Fritos?”“Dead.”“…”“We have Pop-Tarts and Diet Dr.Pepper though.”“Gimme.”
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Hey guys!  Just wanted to give you a little update on the Autumn Poetry Contest!  The final submission date will be extended until December 21st.  I realize that I didn't give much warning to when the contest would be due to my absence, and I apologize for any inconvenience.

Remember, for this contest you must write a poem involving the fall season (which won't technically end until the 21st, mind you).  The poems will be judged based on their format, communication, and if they stuck to the theme.  The winner will be named the Lord/Lady of the Words and will defend their title during our Spring Story Contest!  (NOTE: The reward is currently bragging rights, however this may change in the future).

I'm still looking for admins!  Send in a note to the group explaining why you should be an admin!  You'll start as an Contributor, and those who are deemed worthy will became the higher Co-Founder admin rank.  And everyone knows I need the help!

If anyone has any questions about anything, don't be afraid to ask!

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Blindstar97 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2013  Student Writer
Hey! The Autumn Poetry Contest Folder is now open! Please submit all entries to there. If you do not they will not be accepted.
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MarcoEmma Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2013
:iconfangzlife: wondered if you could post bios of your OC and you said no. Does that mean you cannot post a novel with your own characters?
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Blindstar97 Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2013  Student Writer
With your own characters in novel format, yes. The OC rule was made in order to prevent fanfictions from being posted in the groups. This does not mean that original stories and novel are prohibited, however, as there is a special folder where these stories can be added. Remember, however, that the story must be your own and not a fanfiction or a alternate universe of an already created story/show/etc. Thank you for asking, and keep on writing.
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MarcoEmma Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2013
Ok
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FangzLife Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013
Are we able to send in biography of OC's?
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Blindstar97 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2013  Student Writer
No, sorry. Kind of contradicts the "no fanfictions" rule.
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FangzLife Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2013
Ahh okay ^^ Thanks for letting me know!
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Blindstar97 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Student Writer
No prob
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FangzLife Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013
Do pictures with Prose writing count? Just curious O:
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Blindstar97 Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Student Writer
Ehhh... yeah. Just as long as the prose is the main things. Like, it's easy to read and to see and sticks out very noticeably.
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