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Phantom Love

I see you You're my picture perfect tragedy At once you meant the world to me And now I just don't know You're a beauty Your every word inspired me My heart soars when you smile at me And now you tear me down So I love you But days pass - I don't feel the same The ups and downs, an endless game And what have I to show But my tears And a weakened smile you're counting on To know that I'm still holding on To know that I'm still yours And whose am I? A thousand suitors take the claim And I'm nothing but a pretty face With an ever burning name But the truth is That you broke my heart and I don't know If I can or really want to go To what w

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N:Era Worlds: Tunnels Under Wysdom Chapter 2

Kryyk's body was recovered by his friend Portus. As his body lay in the casket, he seemed like he was in a peaceful slumber. The burn marks suffered had been painted over, the corpse photographed and researched for any leads, and his paws were arranged in a polite manner. A ring of trees surrounded the funeral as was Violet tradition. Some mourners spoke their apologies to Sliva, a ranger and head druid of Saint Owlis, assuming she was upset by the loss of Kryyk. She had taken him in when he first arrived on a boat under mysterious circumstances. However, she only stared at her watch. She was the only one unsurprised, when during a eulogy, Kryyk sat up, gasping. Instead of enjoying the implication of immortality or resurrection, nearly everyone present screeched in horror. The sight spurned them from their seats. Kryyk blinked thrice. He turned his head, realized he was back in Saint Owlis and placed his paw on the coffin's lid. Staring at Sliva, he asked, "What's going on?" As he

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THE FIRST DROP

Thought out the many moons' humanity has lived when in its shallow walls monster and gods, It is only when man decide to become its own master that gods and monster new it had no place it on, Some tried to wrestler the power back to no avail, However, you cannot kill all the monster for they were truly the first and will not be ignored, Just like their prey some monsters have means on to how they should exist, But like all things this would prove to have consequences of its own, Vampires to many are corpse that come to life seeking the living, Your assumptions would be proven false as they are the children of the first, Those who were born of this knowledge and power have gained many fellowships of their own, These siblings would ban together forming the first true dynasty or kingdom to mortal kind, However, after going through so many plans many began to doubt on how to take control of humanity, One of the children claimed they had a right to conquer what was theirs, The

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N:Era Worlds: Tunnels Under Wysdom Chapter 3

Ahmond wasn't sure where she was. She struggled to find her place in this pitch-black underworld, and as she took jittery breaths, she accidentally swallowed dust. Her coughs wracked her injured ribs, so she had to calm herself into sputters. Even with the lights from the overworld, she couldn't make out her surroundings. Ahmond examined her injuries: Everywhere. She also went over what hurt: Everything. After falling hundreds of feet, that seemed about right. A few footsteps clambered from the depths. Lilu, Cyras, Rosod? No, what if these were those gross goats or crimsons? She had to run. No, what if there were traps even this far in the recesses? She didn't want to stumble on one. Also, she could barely move. A light came from an alleyway that glinted off storefronts and shops of the ruins. The glow intensified with every echoing step, getting nearer. Horror filled her to the point she couldn’t still her breath. The coywolf tried to drag herself up, tried to prepare herself

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Leap of faith: Haikus

Number one: She wanted candy So she wanted to sneak some But...her mommy saw.... Number two: I said I wouldn't But here I am with her My ring off my hand Number three: A test of her trust She fell back for him to catch With a smile, he did Number four: The water is ice So she pulls out her ice skates Hoping it won't break Number five: He hopes she'll accept As he gets down on one knee She smiles at him "Yes!"

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The seasons change

I wanted to be seen as Sun itself, summer, sea, every thing that came with it, heat, breezy nights, vacation, street lights, love that comes once in a lifetime, but what's the purpose? But what's the purpose, when all you've got to see from me was autumn, Moon, coldness, sadness, wind, shallow libraries, mind full of books and stress and deception that it was love when it wasn't... I promise, there's that summer in me, the one you haven't seen. I know it. And only if you were more patient, only if I weren't so stuck in my own thoughts, you would've seen it too. But what's the purpose? What's the purpose if you can't love me at all my seasons, why would I let you love me at all? Why would I let you love me at only one? I am my summer and my autumn, winter and spring. Along with it, I am so much more. Blooming flowers, drying leaves, ice, heat. It's all mine. It's all a part of who I am. But seasons are complex. They want you to see, hear, feel. How can I explain it to you? How can I

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Spyro The Dragon In Dragon Flyz

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The legend of the origin of the grapes.

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Meeting Rouge Amy at Rouge's Club -for Makerboy10-

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I MUST SPEAK BUT MY FEAR SAYS NO

I hope you all are having a wonderful day and are getting ready for the holidays seasons. To be honest I'm truly upset myself because if let one stupid emotion. This has cause me to seek help in the mental department "meaning therapy," and while I know this is taboo I did not know where to go. My therapist has helped me channel the stormy seas called my mind and she believes I need to be open to all of you so I can release all my punishment I have been given myself for Twenty Four years. I know there will be trolls and mean people going to say bad stuff about what I'm about to express but I must let go of all this pent up negative energy and seek yalls guidance to move forward. Please know I wont ever share my emotions like this to yall unless it is ok. So when I join this platform I felt amazed to be with the artist and writers that showed me anyone could create. Plus meeting all of you is truly a blessing I will never forget. However the more I began to gain followers the more

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Bound by Our Oath

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