This group is sadly silent, but I don't know if that means inactive. I am hoping that when I post these challenge pieces you look at them and maybe try them out. I also hope that if you get stuck or have a question that you will ask me (MagicalJoey )
Don't be afraid to participate. Try things you haven't. Give it a go. You never know what talents might emerge.
We only have two admins. If you would like to be an admin and help teach people note MagicalJoey and we can see where things stand. This is just a case of passing along any skills or strengths you may have in critiquing pieces. So whether you are only 'good' at one thing or have many skills consider joining the team to teach whomever wishes to learn.
Encourage your friends to join. Encourage people who critique your work to join.
ONLY ONE RULE
This is a LITERATURE critique group.
Your Current Challenge Pieces:
I Am Your GodI Am Your God
I came into this world through an uncomfortable vessel of choice, as it normally was comfortable: the uterus, the womb, the cervix. I came to be adored, worshipped and loved, but what did they do? What did the vessels and their fellow vessel friends do? They fawned.
They fawned over me as if I was some animal. Always ‘cootchi coo’ing’ or counting my toes and fingers as if they thought I might have been born strange. Then they would all gather around my vessels and congratulate them on a happy, healthy, baby with all ten toes and ten fingers and all working genitalia as far as they could assume. I had to institute some rules to worship, rules I was prepared to scream for if accomplishment met difficulty.
Rule One: I will be dry and clean at all times. It only took the vessels me screaming for two straight hours with a damp diaper for them to click; mainly because the screaming stopped when my butt was dry. So they learned from
DFC #22 - When You Left MeWhen You Left Me
My soul connected with your heartbeat
And broke when that heartbeat stopped.
My heart shattered when yours went silent
And now I live a half life,
A cursed existence.
When your heart went silent mine went silent
And my life now is a half life.
My heart broke when your heartbeat stopped;
Now I live a cursed existence
As this soul of mine connected with your heartbeat.
My soul was broken when your heartbeat stopped,
And now I live a cursed life; a cursed existence.
I live a life of halves; a half life.
I connected with your soul and heartbeat,
But my heart shattered when your heartbeat went silent.
My life now is a half life,
For my soul connected with you; with your heartbeat.
All I have now is a cursed existence,
For my heart was shattered when your heart went silent;
It broke when your heartbeat stopped.
I live a cursed existence,
My heart shattered by your heart so silent;
My soul once connected to your heartbeat.
My soul broke when your heartb
Please do make an effort to bring people in. This group could really help people if you, and they, give it a chance.