|Hi there! Do you love fantasy? Do you love sci fi? Do you love literature? Then this is the place for you! We are a group where all you fantasy and sci fi authors out there can post your work.|
We aim to gain exposure for our wonderful members, and to help them to get and to give reviews on their writing.
If this sounds like the group for you, simply click the 'Join' button in this page. Once we accept your request, you're in. Simple as that!
Each piece submitted must be categorised correctly, according to our available folders. These folders also have a submission limit, which can be seen below.
Fantasy - Short Stories - Submission limit: 3/week
Sci Fi - Short Stories - Submission limit: 5/week
Sci Fi - Chapters - Submission limit: 5/week
Fantasy - Chapters - Submission limit: 2/week
Poetry - Submission limit: 6/week
Profiles - Submission limit: 5/week
The group's founder is the one that has the final say on submissions, and keeps the group running. If you have any queries about the group, you should either send a note, or get in contact with the founder.
Our moderators are responsible for reviewing submissions, voting on pieces before they can be accepted into the group. You may well come across them during your time in the group, so give them love.
Our Critique Team
If you want critique, then feel free to submit to our Critique Folder. However, we do have a 3/month limit, so try not to exceed this. If you do submit to this folder, your submission will be dealt with by our delightful Critique Team, so if you need some help, don't be shy.
We are always looking for dedicated critiquers to join us, so if you're interested in becoming part of our critique team there are two ways to apply. If you are not yet a member of the group, you can join as a critiquer, however we would ask that you explain why you would like the position in your join request. If you are already a group member, then you can send a note to the group explaining the same.
This is an invite only position, that holds no responsibility to the group. Those in this role receive special privileges, such as automatic acceptance for submissions, the occasional feature and access to the admin area. Generally, those in this role will either have formerly helped to admin the group in some way, won a contest in which it was listed as a prize, or had at least fifteen pieces accepted into the group.
We have three folders in our favourites - featured, which is for all favourites, previous picture prompts, for images that have been featured in our prompts, and helpful pieces, for works that can be of use to our members when writing.
If you want to submit a favourite, feel free. In all likelihood it will be accepted (except in previous picture prompts) so long as it relates to the group's theme (literature and/or fantasy and sci fi).
There is just one rule for submission into favourites and that is that you must not suggest your own work. We will only accept suggestions if you are suggesting the work of other people.
Submissions must be literature.
No fanfic. (Apologies to all you fanfic writers, but we would prefer original works.)
Submissions must have elements of fantasy and/or science fiction.
No prohibited content. Mature content such as scenes of extreme violence or sexual content will be accepted, so long as it stays within the rules set by dA, and has an appropriate mature content warning on it.
All work must be your own.
Please submit to the appropriate folder.
Please do not try to exceed folder submission limits (which can be seen above).
We will only accept works written in English. I'm sorry if this affects you, but we don't have the ability to monitor submissions in foreign languages.
We will accept visual poetry (note if clarification is needed on this).
Pieces must be submitted to a Literature Gallery as a text submission (not written in the author's comments).
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has started a weekly writing prompt. All you need to do, is write a poem inspired by the prompt.
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will soon be holding a contest to create a cover for an erotica anthology. The max rating will be PG-13.
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Death's Mistress _poemDeath's Mistress _poem by MidoriiBlue
At the ends of the earth
Tales of ancient treasure
The sea, she gives birth
To mans greatest pleasure
Obey she must
A feign in disguise
From a sea of lust
Deaths Mistress arise
She waits in deep pools
Where no life is twitching
When all men are fools
Dark beauty bewitching
Hearts pounding in chests
Desire leads the way
On curves of her breasts
Soft raven locks lay
No other sight prevails
Her sweet lips enticing
Now relishing the wails
Her dark nails are slicing
Crimson streams blurring
Into the ocean deep
Eight arms begin stirring
Her master wakes from sleep
From below comes Deaths embrace
Bodies twisting, bones cracking
The look upon her face
Compassion she is lacking
Fate sealed with a kiss
Like seed in a womb
Into the deep abyss
Lies their eternal tomb
Underground-Part one-Accused Chapter One- Accused!Underground-Part one-Accused by WolfGrrl45
Oh God- why oh why am I always in the wrong place at the wrong time? Was all Xena could think. Shed been driving to Maxines, a bar where she hung out a lot. Shed heard a young womans scream and she went to see what the problem was. She followed the screams until they ended, abruptly. Shed sped toward where she thought the source of the screams had been. She ended up in an alleyway off thirty-first street. A girls body, slashed beyond recognition , lay in a pool of blood at the end of the alleyway. Xena had gotten out of her car to check the body for clues, and to see if she was still alive, when she heard someone shout.
Stop right there!
VitD: Prologue"Are you sure of this?" The woman standing opposite him reread the dirty scrap of paper he had handed her.VitD: Prologue by MotleyDreams
"Completely. They were discussing how many supporters each could rally in a year. I was right outside the room through the whole conference, now Iohan's following the group. He should have more information when I get back... he was trying to become the general's personal servant." Dylin Trekys pulled his homespun cloak tighter about himself and sidled closer to the wall sconce with its happily burning torch. He'd marched out five days earlier in clothes too thin for their underground meeting room, and he idly considered changing into something warmer as he used his knuckles to investigate his fresh stubble. I should've shaved before our meet... not that Tania hasn't seen me worse off than this...
His companion sighed, tucking the scrap of paper with his tallied count into one of many pockets in her deliciously form-fitting clothing. No other woman he knew would willingly do
The Last ScientistThe Last ScientistThe Last Scientist by EnderXenocide0
April 7, 7468
Reports say that at 11:04pm last night, Dr. Gary Fenway, better known to the world as The Last Scientist, died. The coroner's report says he chose not to undergo regenerative procedures, which ultimately led to his death by natural causes. The authorities were notified when his biometric readings indicated that his heart rate was dropping to dangerous levels. He was immediately rushed to the hospital, but declined to be regenerated or to download his consciousness into UTOPIA. We interviewed his medical staff and his brother who was there at Fenway's last moments.
Magazine: Did he tell you why he refused regeneration?
Nurse: He said that he didn't need it.
Magazine: He thought he would live?
Nurse: Oh, no. He knew he was going to die, he said. But that regeneration wasn't going to help him live. So he didn't need it.
Magazine: Wouldn't help him live? What did he mean?
Nurse: I don't know. I never thought to ask.
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MayflyIt's a nudge from the Naiad orbiter that brings me fully to my senses, and, instinctively, I find myself checking my systems. Power from her solar panels quickly floods my own circuits, and I flex instruments and senses that feel like they've been dormant for all too long. Which they have, of course.Mayfly by RavensScar
"Wakey, wakey," the Naiad's saying, as I burn through the reports and telemetry my body's feeding me.
Some of my instruments have iced-up, I realise. But that's a minor concern. Everything else is sound.
"Are we there yet?" I reply.
"We are indeed."
"Mayfly, this is control. " The signal's peppered with static, and I quickly adjust for the Doppler Shift.
"Control," I reply. "My IRR lens has iced, but all other systems are go. Telemetry is online." And then I wait. If I had fingers, I'd be drumming them.
I count the seconds as they pass, calculating the signal lag as I do.
"Roger, Mayfly. Your telemetry is good. "
Right on cue.
"Mission is go. "
The Bleeding LineIt was the third year into the Great War and the Bleeding Line had earned her name well. Relentless streams of blood ran from her trenches, pooling in the shell craters and depressions of no man's land. She was the embodiment of death, of destruction. But for now, she was silent, holding her breath; the way she always did before the dawn of another assault on the chains of the Elven Blockade.The Bleeding Line by GF-110
In the light of the setting sun, the humans readied for battle in practiced silence. It was a routine developed from years of mechanical repitition. During twilight, where Elven magic was at its weakest, men would charge the Elven lines in hopes of breaking past the endless barrier that wrapped around what was left of humanity and her cities.
"Trench ladders up!" The command echoed along the miles of trenches. Thousands of men along the frontier began fixing their bayonets onto their rifles. Others manned machine guns in dugouts overlooking the trenches, preparing to provide suppressive fire
Unicorn Hunt: Dragon SacrificeThey say the best way to find a unicorn is to need one. The spoilt nobles' sons who hunt them have never needed anything but a solid spanking in their lives, so they take girls like me to play the bait. The petty cruelty of it makes me weep.Unicorn Hunt: Dragon Sacrifice by eldestmuse
They have tied me to a tree with ropes that dig into my skin like thorns, but my tears are silent. I will not cry out for rescue, no matter how jagged the bark. My fear will not be the lure that leads another honorable savior to his death.
The nobles say that the unicorns are unnatural, their magic an affront to what should be, but they do not object to the brownies who wash their clothes nor the succubae who come to them in the night. They hate only that which they cannot control.
A wish for freedom, releasean honest desire, but a doomed one. I focus my thoughts and know that if I wish to be free, they will untie me when a unicorn falls at my feetand hand me a tidy sum of gold, besides. The young ones do it for the fun, to see my impot
|For many serious writers, an important part of improvement is detailed feedback. But, as I'm sure we've all found, it is not so easy to come by. Therefore, we present to you the "Beta Buddy" feature.|
Opt into this feature, and you will be randomly paired with another member who has also signed up. Each pair will then become "Beta Buddies", which basically means that they will be each others' beta reader (someone who reads over drafts in order to provide detailed feedback).
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Publishing ScamsCopied and pasted from my blog since deviantART's been having this problem for a while now. I had meant to post something on this matter back in October since it was when I noticed more and more "publishers" like this popping up on the site, but never got around to it. Of course, with all of these unprofessional publishers coming out of the woodwork again recently, I thought I'd share what I shared on my blog here.
What is a scam publisher?
Essentially, a scam publisher is a press that cheats authors into believing that they are getting traditionally published by their rules and guidelines. However, if you read the fine print, you'll see that "traditionally" publishing you is not at all what's happening. This can range from promising royalties which never come, making you pay a fee to be published, or even stem from lack of professionalism. While the term "scam" usually means forcing you to pay, there are many other
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