I sincerely apologize to all the members for the absence of the October Feature. Completely forgot about it.

The submissions for the month of November are as follows:

Chezzy-Am

On Helplessness and AntipathyWhat of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
Walking on roads; drained, stained, without hopes and dreams -
What is there to wish for? There are none, it seems
Who will know of felicity's serene sounds.
This life... is worth living? held back like a hound -
To be battered, bruised, always flowing in streams.
What of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
To care for those we love, but none hear our screams?
Alas, such woe was never meant to hold grounds -
These stains are not to be known, nor to be seen.
Triumph against these odds, happiness supreme!
For all this we are known, but are never crowned
What of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
To care for those we love, but none hear our screams? white smokeLines (inclusive of spaces): 33
By the promise of the moon, that shines
Among the stars, where our ancestors stand
by the brave, the ancients.
There does our path lead us, to the paths
Where our spirits embrace platitudes held as truth:
We are made from Mother Earth and we go back to Mother Earth
Harken, oh heavens above, to the calls of the elders.
The white smoke carries the spirit to the heavens
Raised was the call, as the ashes burns
burns the remains, a sacrifice, to call out
for a moment... calm; the moon's translucence
All sing with the elder, beckoning you
farewell; we watch, as your spirit finds peace
It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story
Thus do we cry, dearly departed:
The white smoke carries the spirit to the heavens
The smoke disappears, as the mist embraces the skies
And I recall what the ancestors had told me:
When you die, you will be spoken of as those in the sky, like the stars.
Thus is the prayer answered:
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Little-Red-Hat

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Malintra-Shadowmoon

Twinkling Sylvie and her BabyJohn was employed at a forwarding agency as a truck driver. Usually, he had to pick up parcels no matter how big they were, even pallets and machinery in wooden frame boxes.
Today, the sun was shining from the sky. No wind troubled the air. John was happy. Probably he could be at home sooner. Possibly, he also could take his wife with him on the tour. Sylvie was pregnant and attending her baby. Oh, how sweet and calming it was to keep his ears to her stomach and to listen to the little movements the little one made.
Officially, it was not allowed to take private people on a truck tour. But he decided that all three should spent a nice day together. It was John's birthday today and he wanted to celebrate it with his wife and unborn child.
He drove home with the truck to pick up his family. His pregnant wife entered the truck and both went to visit all the customers where he had to stop by for delivery. Sylvie was shading her eyes with sunglasses. When she became pregnant, she really got Yours is Mine- Your fortune!
- No!
- I kill you! Golden BeachesThe panorama over the sea and the clear view.
The listening to the ocean waves which find their end ashore,
Finishing their far journey across the sea.
The golden sand – spread over kilometers –
Along the wide beaches ends plain and flat in the ocean.
The palm-trees tower up and dispense some shade.
The soul relaxed, the legs dangling free to and fro.
Smile and laughter cover all the face.
Summer is beautiful.
Time of recreation and refreshment.
Everywhere are happy and blissful people.
Each of them is touched by the sun without exception.
But it can be endured easier
When the sea breeze blows over the island.
A real treat all along the line; everything is free and fine.
In the evening, the sun bends to the horizon and the colors change.
A romantic scenery approaches and all fears and worries perish in it.
The sun is only half to see, with intensive colors,
Like a red-golden fireball that lies down into the sea-water at the horizon.
It is a successful day and an unforgettab

mjponso

[Stella] The Savage Beast: Ch. 1Ever have one of those days where your mind just blanks out and entire lengths of time pass where you aren't aware of what's going on?  That must've been what happened to me today, because I surely had no other explanation of how I found myself on a cobblestone path, passing underneath the foliage of different kinds of trees.  But the day was warm and sunny with a few fluffy clouds in the sky, so I guess things could've been worse.  Around me, I could hear the sounds of children laughing and playing...I must've ended up in a city park.  But exactly why I was here continued to elude my mind; I didn't have any recollection of planning to go to a park today, but figured that if I was here, it had to be for a reason.  Hoping that I'd spot something to help jog my memory, I continued walking along the path, continuously panning the landscape with my eyes.  Nothing about the park seemed unusual.  But I wish I'd paid a little more attention to

LadyOfSilver

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Quippers-United

Man With A Gun
So he found my wallet,
and gave it back to me.
My money was gone,
so I yelled at him.
Then he gave me his own money,
to replace the missing money,
so I punched him.
He apologized and I kicked him.
I hurt my foot kicking him,
I couldn’t walk home anymore,
so he offered me a cab ride home.
I put him through a window.
He kept me company all the way back,
while I screamed at him non-stop
for the duration of the trip.
Then when we got to my apartment,
he opened the door for me
and I shot him.
You have to understand, officer,
it’s the WAY he did it. Happy Happy
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time. Stranger Words
We are never talk so well,
things to say we cannot tell.
Words from small to bigger man,
learn to live, while living can.
Face with eyes and mouth don’t move,
nothing saying, does not prove.
If you hearing through the fuzz,
learn to be, while being does.
Where beyond the quiet place,
search to see the change of face,
use your time left just to see,
be a living, live to free.
leaving now, but hear before,
easy caring, to ignore.
Do not to hear these words ban,
learn to love, while loving can.

Mature Content

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• One critique allows you to submit one deviations, two critiques allows you to submit three deviations and three critiques or more allows you to submit five deviations for the whole month.
• You have to link/thumb the work which you have provided a critique on, to this journal.
• It is not compulsory but will be appreciated if you mention “This critique is on behalf of TheCritiquables” in your critique.

One pint though:

• Number of deviations featured is based on how many critiques are given – they are equal to the number of critiques – one up till three.

this particular rule was not applied in the case of this September feature to tell everyone that this group appreciates critiques. So everyone will be given a chance to provide something in return for your work being given exposure to help you improve as a writer.

With that said, if your work was accepted, but you did not provide critique on any works featured in this journal, then you will be provided a reminder about the absence of critiques from your side. For those who had provided critiques in September and October, separate your links of September with October - put another way, I would appreciate links to your comments which you made in September and October, and would also like to see critiques for the month of November as well.