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lacoterie is very pleased to announce the winners of our 2nd annual Transgressions contest!
Zombie Monkey Plush from angeljunkie (prose & poetry)
2 critiques from neurotype-on-discord
1 critique from LiliWrites
1 critique from SurrealCachinnation
1 critique from neurotype-on-discord
1 critique from AzizrianDaoXrak
1 critique from SurrealCachinnation
All winners will also receive journal features from the following:
AzizrianDaoXrak
angeljunkie
SadisticIceCream
ATrue
Vigilo
ikazon
Memnalar
LiliWrites
HugQueen
SurrealCachinnation
We'd like to thank our lovely judges: raspil, betwixtthepages, SurrealCachinnation, neurotype-on-discord, LadyofGaerdon, LiliWrites and angeljunkie, as well as everyone who donated prizes/features and participated in the contest.
First Place
the Chandler's Around the WayThe hose slipped out again. Chan cursed, and shoved it back into the incision he'd made, adjusted his mask, and bent over the pump. He yanked the cord, and the pump started to life with a cough of biodiesel. It bounced on the sand as it grumbled away. Chan kept one hand on it and held the hose in place with the other.
If fucking Fathers would spend the bone on a new one, I wouldn't be all night at this, Chan grumbled. He ached for a smoke, but didn't have the hands to spare. Plenty of hands here, he thought as he glanced at the riverbank. Some of them even had a pulse.
"Hey," he said to whoever was closest.
It was a sunbather. A walker who drew enough bone to slot time on the beach without having to fight for it. She had each arm draped around a man, both of them tattooed in the same place with the same sigil. Chan was jealous. Someday he'd have his own numbers, but they'd be women. All of them. He was old-fashioned like that.
The walker answered without raising her sungl
You've Been Looking at Virtues, All WrongYou've Been Looking at the Virtues of Child, Man, and Woman All Wrong
In the end we're all myths, hermaphroditic deities.
Our names are the most real things about us.
i. My mother named me for the Virgin
and I carry her legacy in my blood—
she is my spirit animal; the creature
who crawled first across the placenta line
outside my home. In truth, I imagine all
are wolves or coyotes drawn by the smell
of fresh blood.
ii. There is no purity in childhood:
we are simply jesters with blistered feet
and the pu
PROSE
Memnalar, The Chandler's Around The Way
Zombie Monkey Plush from angeljunkie (prose & poetry)
2 critiques from neurotype-on-discord
1 critique from LiliWrites
1 critique from SurrealCachinnation
500 points from lacoterie
POETRY
AzizrianDaoXrak, You've Been Looking at the Virtues of Child, Man, and Woman All Wrong
Zombie Monkey Plush from angeljunkie
2 critiques from neurotype-on-discord
1 critique from LiliWrites
1 critique from SurrealCachinnation
2 critiques from neurotype-on-discord
1 critique from LiliWrites
1 critique from SurrealCachinnation
PROSE
AGMeade, The New Justice
150 points from LadyLincoln
300 points from lacoterie
POETRY
CJWilde, A Snowflake and a Spider's Web
CJWilde, A Snowflake and a Spider's Web
1 critique from neurotype-on-discord
1 critique from AzizrianDaoXrak
1 critique from SurrealCachinnation
150 points from LadyLincoln
300 points from lacoterie
Third Place
Third Place
Saving the Angels, Smiting the Demons His hands were covered in blood. The steering wheel, the back seat, it seemed that it would never wash out. That everything would always carry that rusty hue, the coppery scent, no matter how many times he scrubbed and washed and sprayed.
But it was all right. At least she was clean. Pure, innocent, perfect. She was in the passenger seat, leaned up against the door, eyes closed in peaceful slumber. He smiled. It had been a long day for both of them, but she needed the sleep more than he did. He would let her rest.
Time ticked by, and he drove through the dark to the old quarry. He could have left the headlights off and felt his way there if he needed to. If there had been more cars, maybe. He'd been there enough times that he knew the way by heart.
The quarry had long ago been abandoned in favor of the factories that moved in. They had come under the guise of better pay and safer working conditions, but his ruined knee and disability checks said otherwise.
He e
StuckThe morals of men has been hurled so high
its demands, expands too much in our minds
now it hurts to think, so we listen and lie
and with gods on our side, righteously criticize
the inside turns outside, the world seems painful
we are raised with guilt yet eternally grateful
we tell our children not to eat with their mouths full
and that grey is a color, no matter how dull
there's teachers and preachers on every block
condemning all who's outside their flock
with their rights and wrongs; do's and do not's
they've dealt enough shame to fill up a book
we all know the way and that it is bright
but tell me then why we sneak out at night
to glance and dance at the ancient lights?
before telling ourselves it's a waste of time
I've seen your beliefs and what they require
to kill the aliens, and then to retire
your peaceful heart devoid of desire
as long as you are for thy morals admired
but you can't shoot them down, you can't shut them up
with a brain like the rest of us you have been struck
PROSE
Tobaeus, Saving the Angels, Smiting the Demons
100 points from thorns
150 points from lacoterie
POETRY
Liedy, 02:21 AM
1 critique from AzizrianDaoXrak
100 points from thorns
150 points from lacoterie
All winners will also receive journal features from the following:
AzizrianDaoXrak
angeljunkie
SadisticIceCream
ATrue
Vigilo
ikazon
Memnalar
LiliWrites
HugQueen
SurrealCachinnation
Handcuffed behind the back close-up
If you love handcuffs behind the back, in arresting positions, and really good CLOSE-UPS, enjoy my shares. Handcuffs, ropes, even NO bondage; I only focus on women's hands shown behind "PALMS OPEN,"
and showing more femininity. None of this tied "PALMS TOGETHER. Prayer position" nonsense. where is the fun in that? 🤷
Thousands of divs to share
$5/month
Introducing The Geekly (aka What I'm Doing Now)
So. I'm not around here much. Studying and working ate up most of my time, and all my writing was for my thesis, so not much to contribute. I resubmit my corrections tomorrow but I'm probably not likely to come back except for the occasional breeze through. What I have done, however, is start a podcast, so now you can find me and my co-creator spouting geeky nonsense on iTunes and Patreon. Sometime in the nearish future we're going to launch a very dark steampunk drama as well, but you can keep up with all of that at our joint Twitter, @geeknerdpod and/or mine, @leksikality.
Flash Drive Alliterati :: Response Submissions
The anniversary of Alliterati's international launch is fast approaching, and we've decided to throw one more twist into the mix to commemorate it. From now until 23 November, we're accepting flash submissions to be included in Issue 13 (released 1 December). But there's a catch: your submissions must be in response to a piece previously featured in one of our issues.
Guidelines and RequirementsSubmissions should be sent to editor@alliteratimagazine.com with the subject "Flash Submission".Include a short bio (100 words) in the body of your email.The file name should include your name and the title of your work.Specify which piece you are resp
Transgressions #3: Truth
'Man is not what he thinks he is; he is what he hides.' ― André Malraux
Everyone lies, from little omissions of fact to harmless white lies to full-on deception. We lie to strangers,
friends and family, ourselves. Sometimes we don't even know we're doing it. These lies become secrets
which eventually become a sort of truth all on their own. We may not even be aware there is a secret
there, but it affects us, shapes us, determines events and outcomes far down the line from when the
initial thing came into being.
'[M]ost people would never know them, but they know there are spaces,
gaps where the answers should be, where som
Pickergill and Audlin's Steampunk Extravaganza!
:new: UPDATE: Deadline extended until May 18th!!! :new:There are only two entries at the moment, and they're very lonely. Come on. I know a good few of you out there can throw down a decent steampunk story.
RULES:
PROSE ONLY. 1500 WORDS MAXIMUM.MUST INCLUDE ELEMENTS OF SATIRE AND STEAMPUNK GENRE.ONE ENTRY PER PERSON.MUST BE NEW WORK WRITTEN/SUBMITTED BETWEEN 1 APRIL - 30 APRIL.ANYONE MAY ENTER (EXCEPT JUDGES; THAT'S A NO-NO). SUBMIT TO STEAMPUNK EXTRAVAGANZA FOLDER IN THE GROUP GALLERY.
[WE'RE ALSO LOOKING FOR JUDGES, POINTS AND PRIZES SO IF
YOU'RE ABLE TO DONATE ANY OF THESE THINGS, PLEASE
DROP THE GROUP A NOTE OUTLINING WHAT YOU ARE
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Lovely!