Senior Member ~ Ticked Off Feature

Hello Everyone

Recently, I was honored by our deviantART Community and became a Senior Member along with several deviants that I have come to know as friends, and several that I do not know as of yet, and truly hope to get to know each and everyone on the list Information FAQ #29: How do I become a Senior Member?

I want to thank whomever nominated me to fourteenthstar to become a Senior Member and thank you to fourteenthstar and the deviantART Staff for accepting me as a Senior Member.

I have added "The Senior Member List" from fourteenthstar's  June 29th announcement fav.me/d55f1zz ; along with works of art from each new Senior Members Gallery. I hope you enjoy

LiliWrites

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neurotype-on-discord

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SparklyDest

pinkhavok

NorahKhor

Bluecatdemoness

DanSchoening

gillianivyart

RotoDisk

line-melte

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CrumpetsHarvey

Effective Brevity
Effective Brevity
deviantArt is a minimalist experience. No one has time to use words unwisely. You may write lengthily, but not redundantly. This is good practice; a rule they don't teach you at school, but that all writers ought to learn before they break it.
Brevity is the best way to show-not-tell. It is the best way to keep pace. It is the best way to create convincing characters and plot.
5 steps to keeping it brief:
NOUNS
Why use a genus when you could use a species? When describing Aunt Maria's dog, is it more effective to say "dog" or "dachshund". "Dachshund" not only tells me what the dog looks like, it tells me about Aunt Maria too.
Why use an abstract when you could use a concrete? The story of "the love affair" may be longer than the noun phrase, but its length is compensated ten times over by the new insight. Do not talk to me about "death" or "dream" unless I know whose death or which dream. It must be an action or event to earn its place, not a "thing".
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balaa

faestock

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JamminJo

ArtByCher

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Quolia

RezzanATAKOL

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TrishaMonsterr

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lindelokse

miontre

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HugQueen

Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his arms
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
and yesterday.
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I had.
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath. Affliction of GravityWe were spinning in a violent orbit,
fragments against a time continuum,
with the shock signals of past events
coursing through our brain waves
and hovering away into unwanted space.
Your spiral fingers clutched twenty-two street lights,
coalescing them into supernovae
to gather their unseen veils of jade.
Our feet, skittering across the worn concrete,
were blazing a new trail of the universe.
The pale glass panels of the skyscrapers
showered down small meteorites,
illumination for our blind and careless eyes.
We'd point to buildings that grazed each star
off sideways perches made from skeleton clouds;
then I'd trill my laugh off sidewalk chalk.
I wanted our love to be like a hurricane on Neptune,
fiercer than Earths fizzing clouds
but dim enough so Galileo only pauses for us.
You wanted our love to be a shooting constellation,
furious and wild at the surface, brightly ablaze
until the gases stopped billowing, the spark diminishing.
There would be no trace of us left on the map.
I was

LensNation

jvsef

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Have a wonderful day,
Jo