Solarune

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Uncertain by Solarune, literature

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Uncertain

We are pitch on an eggshell mess of sky wet with firework yolks We eat grapes bursting laughter "BBC news it's midnight" says the chocolate-voiced radio then an aching gap, silence unmaking us: the first chime cracks our bones We squint in the sun a glowworm in her mist hairnet standing on crushed mud Standing last night on a brick wall unsteady unknowing of the newness of the year

Georgie's Crumbs by Solarune, literature

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Georgie's Crumbs

The scars lie in zigzags across my throat. I don't remember the knife that made them, and they're not the point of this story; Annie is, and I'm mentioning them because she never asked about them. I loved her for that. Instead, when she found that I always played extras at the drama club because there were days when I couldn't speak in anything but a whisper, she taught me how to mime. I spent hours practicing in their dusty living room, swaying to the clatter of Georgie's nails on the piano keys. Georgie plays piano like Annie rides horses. I still find the memory of her down by the old dirt road, where he put Georgie's piano. I turn my hea

falls over Friday by Solarune, literature

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falls over Friday

everything falls over Friday like it likes I'm working then Saturday-Sunday are the only times I can ride the moped along the Lantic cliff-bones. Billy's strapped in the sidecart, Billy's eyes are cereal bowls. Mum says I'll kill him. Last Friday a cow went over and I didn't see it sprawled on the sand, blood going black: I was working. Everything falls over Friday. Saturday-Sunday hikers stride along the Lantic cliff-bones like they like thinking they're gods, hikers' faces thunder coastpaths I'll kill them Billy's face is milk skimmed by the wind, Billy looked the same way the Friday Dad sprawled on the sand, blood going back to the

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Sound of Soil by Solarune, literature

Odyssey into 2012 - Chapter 8: The Tokyo Loop by Solarune, literature

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Odyssey into 2012 - Chapter 8: The Tokyo Loop

The eighth gate is white mist. Kaylin slams open the door, Zephyr lurching inside her, and Darus, lizard-quick, slips inside. "Get out," she hisses. She isn't afraid any more. He sneers. "Don't be stupid, kitling. You left Tokyo through this gate, like always. Opening it restarts the process. It's an endless loop. Destroy the gate and finish it. I'm tired of fighting –" Murderer! Liar! Traitor! Kaylin rips Zephyr through his mind. He slumps, white and shaking, and she draws out the truth. "You sealed the gates to weaken me, so I'd be easier to kill. But you had another plan in case I managed to open them. Destroying the final

Hubris by Solarune, literature

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Hubris

The world is not a skeleton. It does not ache bone-deep with our atrocities, nor is it fragile and ready for the breaking. It knows nothing so human, except perhaps to forgive our pride. Let me explain: Young, I am a bright star with small, pudgy hands for guiltless flower-crushing. Before even that, I am a wispy squall for food, unused to knowing anything but myself, and warmth, and hunger. The concept of a hero is a natural progression from understanding speech. I am Me. I am the one all the stories talk about, born special, to whom both innocence and wisdom are possible. I am so great a part of my own self that I do not know it can be de

Antes by Solarune, literature

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Antes

We are We, the Hunters of greatest knowledge and spell-blood. We use spell-words to hunt and to Change our bodies to rocks or trees. It has long been forbidden to Change to other Hunters or Hunted, or to kill others of We; yet it happened, and without it We would not be living. This is that tale. This is a tale from before the Fire, before the Dark, when the world was still green and the sky was still blue. We had a Pack in the north, running free under the moon. The hunt was good. The Pack was strong and the prey was weak. The prey was a Hunter, a small running-Hunter; and so he turned, hissing spell-words, but he was claw- and tooth-stro

The Cloud Book by Solarune, literature

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The Cloud Book

The last time I learnt to read, it was from clouds. They hung on the bald horizon, and I could feel what they were saying without suddenness or ceremony. They lowed like cows on the slopes of my home which was not my home. My country lay spread out behind me. I blinked and it was gone. They lowed goodbye – I did not weep. * "Are you cold?" Anna asked. Slap-slap-slap went the sea on the edge of the boat, trying to pen a letter. I stared out across the water. She tried again. "I'll get you some bread." "You asked me if I was cold." "Are you?" "If I am, bread will not warm me." She laughed. It was a dangerous thing to do. I felt

Newspaper Notation by Solarune, literature

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Newspaper Notation

There was a newspaper sky that day, glued across the breakers. "REVOLUTION," said the sea. In a personal or global sense? I'm a composer, he had said once to Leanne, when she teased him for sketching sonatas on coffee-shop napkins – I've been trained to hear music everywhere. She had laughed and asked him to write a piece for her, the syllables of her name bubbling like wind chimes. He couldn't explain how to change for to of. Music was never a choice – not his as a teenager, and not Leanne's when her laughter begged for translation. He still had it, tucked away under the piano stool. It was more a dedication than a labour of love

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Sound of Soil by Solarune, literature

Odyssey into 2012 - Chapter 8: The Tokyo Loop by Solarune, literature

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Odyssey into 2012 - Chapter 8: The Tokyo Loop

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dystopias of light

I. I had to build a house for light, to accommodate it: windows there, a hearth here, lamps above. I built a house for light to haunt. II. Neon, the cities burn at night and at day. They gave up their skies for electric light. III. Fair is lovely. Dark is a face upturned to the light becoming bowed. Fair is lovely. IV. This is the way infidels are made. 1. You didn’t look away, full of faith. 2. The gods turned into light and blinded you. V. Everything against this skin is light. VI. Drink? ; caught fermented in a glass, turned this way and that, turned treacherous, swallowing, the light drowned you. VII. Sunlight m

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leitmotif

(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely man’s hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people don’t sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sam’s recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the fir

like music to my ears by fontella-blues, literature

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like music to my ears

She didn't like to talk. They said her voice grated like a rusted machine, a ten-speed blender on "ice", demolition derbies, and jackhammers She opened her mouth and spit gravel at anyone who dared open their ears They ran away because she spoke as if the world was falling apart-- She shut her mouth. She could read their reactions like an audio book Disdain at first, palpable; then the misconceptions and formulated judgments, she could evade those but singular hatred, like a contagious disease spreading from face to face, shocked her core like a brain wave on fire She didn't understand, couldn't fathom, doubted herself-- If anyone had

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Intensity by cherrichan13, literature

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Intensity

All you had to do was say hello. Words may not be anymore, but the music of your voice is. I can hear all the notes you play, up and down your vocal cords, up and down my heartstrings. These are the days when balance is unheard of. Harmony transcends all, and the brazen call of your trumpet voice stands tall and proud over the rest. My heart sounds like the whole percussion section tried to drown it out, and the timpani is still pounding over it all. It's tattooing a permanent bruise inside my black-and-blue chest. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. The lull of your gaze. The saxophone croons in the distance. There's more in your eyes than I have ever

con espressione by cality, literature

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con espressione

con espressione. I. You were the only one who could play my ribcage like a pianist in concert. Your fingers found their home in the spaces between my ribs [fifth, sixth, seventh], and nestled against the soft curve of my violin-waist. IV. We should take it adagio, you said as we got lost in a tangle of freckled limbs that had seen too much August sunlight. OK, I breathed back, but of course we ignored that once the stars exploded above our heads. V. Two quavers of a crotchet (it was never two halves of a whole), we descended into bass clef and danced the line that was the F below middle C. Your fingers were mezzo piano on my skin as you

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Exquisite Corpse Resurrection: The Result! by BeccaJS, journal

Exquisite Corpse Resurrection: The Result!

Feb 23, 2016

Hello everyone! After a very exciting (and sometimes testing) few weeks, both team Fire and team Ice have successfully completed their corpse poems! We lost a few souls on the way... However, we had some amazing participants who did manage to keep the ball rolling, and the results are... well they are here! I am impressed by some of the rhyming going on (you only had to rhyme to sign up!) and also how somehow the theme felt consistent in places (not all places!). Team Fire Team fire consisted of: BeccaJS (https://www.deviantart.com/beccajs) WinteroftheSoul (https://www.deviantart.com/winterofthesoul) Solarune (https://www.deviantart.com/solarune) TheMaidenInBlack (https://www.deviantart.com/themaideninblack), origamizebra (https://www.deviantart.com/origamizebra), ArynChris (https://www.deviantart.com/arynchris) dragoeniex (https://www.deviantart.com/dragoeniex) bay7sawan (https://www.deviantart.com/bay7sawan) classic-poet (https://www.deviantart.com/classic-poet) PinkyMcCoversong (https://www.deviantart.com/pinkymccoversong) @SRSmi

The Written Revolution, Interviews On Writing by techgnotic, journal

The Written Revolution, Interviews On Writing

Apr 10, 2015

Share | Archive by TheMaidenInBlack (https://www.deviantart.com/themaideninblack) TWR Interviews: On Writing Together with our Mentorship Project, we'll be releasing a series of interviews with experienced writers and members of our community. They will all have a different focus, according to the parts of the Project they are paired with. This being the first article, it will contain some general advice on writing. It will be updated as more deviants contribute to it, so keep an eye out! Participants The deviants who so kindly shared their views with us for this article are: ~silvernium (https://www.deviantart.com/silvernium) silvernium (https://www.deviantart.com/silvernium) :iconIrrevocableFate: HugQueen (https://www.deviantart.com/hugqueen) :iconGrimFace242: inknalcohol (https://www.deviantart.com/inknalcohol) :

Groups Need More Respect - A Change In Rules by TheMaidenInBlack, journal

Groups Need More Respect - A Change In Rules

Nov 21, 2014

Hi all. This is TheMaidenInBlack (https://www.deviantart.com/themaideninblack), writing on behalf of theWrittenRevolution (https://www.deviantart.com/thewrittenrevolution), its admins, and probably a whole lot of other people from the whole of deviantART. (if you wish to share this article with the community, I definitely suggest you to do so. The more people see it the better, as this not only applies to our group I'm sure) Just to explain for those who don't know this, or come upon this journal by chance, our group is a critique group that has a few essential rules:Prose and Poetry gallery have a 1500 word limit, Longer Works folder 3000To submit, you must write some feedback questions in the Artist's Comments of the deviation you want to

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Members can write blogs for theWrittenRevolution!

Jul 8, 2013

What we accept Any writing, or Lit-related blogs that would benefit the community, and that have some relevance or interest to our members – for example blogs advertising your Lit contest or writing challenge. We don't accept personal advertisements because it would be unfair – we only share blogs that promote other deviants' participation. So, something like "please help promote my novel/give me critique" would not be accepted, but something like "I'm looking for people to participate in a literary collaboration/I'm holding a literature chat event" would be. Other blogs we'll accept are writing guides, discussions about literat

wednesday recs by Vigilo, journal

wednesday recs

Jun 18, 2014

prose The Names They Gave Me by Tasbeeh Herwees, a short story of around 1,200 heartbreaking words (published January 15, 2014). Here's an excerpt: She moves on before I can correct her. She said it wrong. She said it so wrong. I have never heard my name said so ugly before, like it’s a burden. Her entire face contorts as she says it, like she is expelling a distasteful thing from her mouth. She avoids saying it for the rest of the day, but she has already baptized me with this new name. It is the name everyone knows me by, now, for the next six years I am in elementary school. “Tazbee,” a name with no grace, no meaning, no

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Featured Revolutionary - Ozzla

Apr 21, 2014

Featured REVOLUTIONARY ozzla (https://www.deviantart.com/ozzla) Featured by TheMaidenInBlack (https://www.deviantart.com/themaideninblack) ozzla (https://www.deviantart.com/ozzla) recently left our admin team, and I felt like a feature of her beautiful work would be a much better way to praise her community efforts than simply writing an eulogy - although something like that will happen, but it will be brief and painless, I promise :heart: - , because seriously, fuck that, I decided this is better. :aww: Lozzie has been with us for so long that I seriously don't even remember how she joined the admin team. It was probably a ninja trick or something, like one day there was nothing and five seconds later ta-da!; once she was there, however, there was

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Daily Lit. Recognition for April 21st, 2014

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I just don't think about skin color by glossolalias, journal

I just don't think about skin color

Jul 29, 2013

is a phrase I've been hearing a lot lately, both in person and online. I am aware that it, more often than not, is accompanied by good but misinformed intentions, so I'm here to tell you that it's just about one of the most offensive things you can say, right behind the "haha I wouldn't care if someone had green skin!!!!" joke. (In general, it's best not to make light of serious issues that affect real people's lives, especially in a guise of support). Unfortunately, some people don't have a choice in whether or not they get to think about skin color; it's decided when they come into this world wrapped in a skin that's been labeled "minority

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Nov 24, 1992
United Kingdom
Deviant for 15 years
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profile picture by my lovely wonderful talented sister Atlantihero-Kyoxei

Hola. I am Sol. :) I play folk music and write things, ramble (geographically, when I can, and conversationally, more than I should) and I enjoy delicious vegetarian food and long interesting conversations. I also tie knots and teach people to tie knots.

I speak a decent amount of Spanish – I'm not fully fluent, but I like to practice, so feel free to write to me en español :) (I'm quarter-Spanish and I lived there for a few years).

I'm not on dA as much as I used to be (and most of my writing is showing its age a bit!) but I occasionally poke my nose in. I have a tumblr where I reblog stuff I like and stuff about what's often broadly termed social justice (more specifically intersectional feminism, anti-racism, LGBTQIA+ rights, making the world more accessible for disabled and non-neurotypical people, anti-classism, anti-capitalism, anti-ageism for both children and the elderly, environmentalism – the list goes on).

I am in no way an expert on any of this stuff, and I always try to listen and to learn, to communicate and participate, to be compassionate and empathic. If I do anything that upsets you or that you consider oppressive, please tell me – I'd much rather be told than not. Discussion and communication is the way forward.

I'm also on Twitter, and I'm a reviewer for Bright Young Folk (you can read my reviews here if you're interested.)

I love: writing, playing music, pianos, folk dancing, books, the colour blue, the sun, delicious vegetarian food, plaid shirts and colourful clothes, happiness, high places in the wind, the early evening, the sea, the smell of the earth in the sun, fresh bread, change, the forest, the city I live in, meeting new people and having random conversations, festivals, my friends, family and my partner. I spend perhaps too much time daydreaming in proportion to living. I have always wanted to fly and I have a strange obsession with potatoes. Potatoes rule.

My inbox is generally in a state of overflow and I go hacking through it with a virtual machete when I can (it's not quite as violent as it sounds, promise), but I have to take it slow for the sake of RL and my sanity.

So please don't feel I'm ignoring you if I take _{six months _{two years}} a long while to reply to comments or anything else – I'm not, but I just can't be around dA all the time any more. I love long rambly comments, it just might take me a while to ramble in return.

I'm really sorry if you wrote to me ages ago and I never replied. Feel free to write again.

I was an admin over at theWrittenRevolution from 2010 to 2013. They are a wonderful group and were (and still are!) basically my dA family. :) I highly recommend them if you're looking for critique on your writing. (

~~Also they're going to take over the world~~ )

Life is not about the destination, but the journey.

The world needs more smiles. So have one. :)

"It is not fair to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming." – Kathleen Winter

Favourite Movies

Nausicäa of the Valley of the Wind, The Illusionist

Favourite TV Shows

Avatar: Last Airbender, Star Trek TOS, X-Files

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hannah James & Sam Sweeney, Afro Celt Sound System, Blowzabella, Baka Beyond, Solas

Favourite Books

Here Lies Arthur by Philip Reeve, The Wind On Fire trilogy by William Nicholson, Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett

Favourite Writers

too many. Philip Pullman, Philip Reeve, Vigilo (dA), Aja Romano, Robot Hugs

Favourite Gaming Platform

Preferably a flat one :P

Tools of the Trade

for music, folk whistles, piano keyboard, mandola, listening; for writing, computer keyboard, pen/paper, observation, experimentation

Other Interests

Cooking, travelling, clog dancing, ceilidh dancing, Playford dancing, bodyboarding, cats, arts and crafts, martial arts, walks in the countryside, photography, knotting, charity/secondhand shops, dressing up as a pirate

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Solarune

Dec 2, 2017

I am alive, and also, I have a blog.

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Hello, my dears! What a long time it's been. It's strange coming back here, like blowing the dust off things, but I see that the lit community is still very much thriving, which I'm glad for. I hope you are all well and wonderful and continuing to write and keep yourselves happy and safe. The world is a scary and violent place nowadays, and it seems increasingly difficult to do that. This is mainly a post to say: I started a blog! It's called I Wish I Could Drink Coffee. My first post is here, and it's about social media and mental wellbeing. I hope to update it reasonably frequently, as I've got quite a few things I want to talk about that

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Solarune

Dec 2, 2017

I am alive, and also, I have a blog.

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Solarune

Jan 17, 2016

Anyone want to do a critique-swap with me? I have a prose piece of about 1300 words that I'd love some feedback on but would rather not post b/c I want to try and publish it. Happy to critique either prose or poetry in exchange, but I'm better with p...

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You're alive!

I am! Sorry I hardly look at dA any more. Real life gets in the way (in a good way, tho.) How are you?

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Oct 25, 2015

No worries! What good things have happened?

Pretty fine! Preparing for a move to Brazil

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Jan 5, 2015

Tag a quality deviant: You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! Heart

Solarune

Oct 25, 2015

This is forever ago, but you're just lovely.

SOON.