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April Q and AInterview with conorschildApril Q and A
Aprils Question and Answer session kicks off with conorschild, (no joke!) a going on 3-year deviant, forum whore, and for the all intended educational purposes of this article, a writer.
How long have you been a writer, and what first got you started?
I don't think there's been any one thing that got me started as a writer. I've always loved books from an early and at primary school I enjoyed taking part in writing activities, but I don't think I started writing for my own enjoyment until I was around 13. That was around when i joined dA, I wrote mainly poetry then but I


How to Host an Ink SessionInk Sessions have always been a successful and fun ProsePlease event. These online workshops are held in the #InkSessions Chatroom, created by ProsePlease. An Ink Session is basically, a set of organised informal activities created around a topic. The purpose of an Ink Session is to encourage meeting of writers and more importantly, literature-based discussion and development. All Ink Sessions are logged to provide a transcript for anyone unable to make it. And for the first time ever, Ink Sessions can now be run by ProsePlease members. If you're a member and interested in running a session, here's how.How to Host an Ink Session
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February Q and AInterview with lovetodeviateFebruary Q and A
This months ProsePlease Q&A features Aditi, better known to the literature community as lovetodeviate. A deviant since late 2004, Aditi has been a stand out in the literature community, pushing critique, and organising projects like Writers-Workshop and Advice for a Young Writer.
How long have you been a writer, and what first got you started?
I used to say that I started writing in the ninth grade when I was asked to write an essay and substantiate with quotes: I was too lazy to research, so I made up a poem and attributed it to some no


The Most Prominent Memory Three and a half years. Where has the time gone? Sixteen and carefree way back then, when all that I kept stashed away in my back pocket was a learners permit and a half-eaten pack of gum. I remember the heat starting early that year, right off the bat in the beginning of June. Waves of heated summer breeze blew my long hair in swirls about my head, which irritated the shit out of me.The Most Prominent Memory
Long hair back then. Its been awhile. For just stepping out into the world and about to be stepping into my junior year of high school, I vaguely remember


An Evening With Sings-to-TreesSings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.An Evening With Sings-to-Trees
He was saved from being a young maiden’s fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost


22-word Fiction ExtravaganzaThere was a knock at the door - it was her date. “Dear God, you’re fat,” he said. It went downhill from there.22-word Fiction Extravaganza
A rhino followed me home from school today. My parents wouldn’t let me keep him. They said the octopus would get jealous.
Sometimes, at night, I look up at the beauty of the universe and wonder why anyone actually cares. Then I watch TV.
John had a drinking problem. “Stop drinking,” his wife said. “Hey, that just might work!” He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
Ed’s baby was no fun. It always c


The End.The young writer sat at his typewriter, a smoking cigarette in one hand, a perplexed look on his face.The End.
"Miss Rhea," he murmured. "You just had to go and complicate things." He tapped the butt of the cigarette against the desk, scattering ash like his dispersed thoughts. "My dear, why don't you like Cassidy?" he asked, as if speaking to the woman herself.
And, after the initial hesitation, there came a reply:
"Cassidy?" Lady Rhea scoffed, her beautiful blond curls glinting in the sunlight. "I have many more suitable men courting me." She paused. "Ones that don't make such lewd suggestions."
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We are born to live
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we teach to be remembered
we are remembered because we die
we die because have lived.
My email address: jasuke@yahoo.co.uk
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