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The Know Request Journal

Our original journal can be found here. It states the aims of TheKnow (https://www.deviantart.com/theknow) more fully. Our last Database Round-Up can be found here. The Database Index can be found here. TheKnow (https://www.deviantart.com/theknow) has received a request! SorasTheName (https://www.deviantart.com/sorasthename) asks if there is anyone who: knows a lot about Native American (preferably Cherokee but whatever works) culture and rituals; is familiar on a personal basis with everyday Japanese culture such as small habits, holidays, festivals, superstitions, and so on that most Japanese have that differ from other cultures; has knowledge of purifying rituals from Buddhist, Christian, and/or Native American beliefs. If you thi

The Know Journals

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Air-dry clay artwork. A collage of 7 frames

Box of Delights

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I love Sunday nights.

Once Upon A Time...

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Watsonapped

Sherlock

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In This Big World With You

Flora

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Kevin the Tortoise

Fauna

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Siena watercolor looping

Kittermaster

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Bokeh Lake

Timber

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On The Run

Not Enough Sleep

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[ Telegram sticker ] Crabby Crab

Emoting

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Aviator Tiago

People

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Announcing a Contest!

JayHenge is happy to announce its first writing contest. Judges are lined up and ready for your stories. We look forward to handing out some prize money for the winners ones, as well as publishing all the best in a new anthology. http://jayhenge.com/contest.html

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Twine for Beginners: Get Started in Four Clicks

I’ve been writing interactive fiction using Twine for a few years now, but one thing that’s stuck with me is just how simple it was to get started and just how quickly that simple start led to bigger, more impressive things. In fact, starting out with Twine is actually easier now than it was when I first gave it a go, and in my opinion there’s quite a bit more you can do with it than there used to be. The software has changed a lot in the time I’ve been using it. Take a look! On the left, My Name Algernon, written using Twine 1.4.2 and currently available to supporters of Ten Little Astronauts. On the right, Inquisiti

Useful Bits and Bobs

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Literature

7 A Dozen Pixels

4 Period eight and it's almost the end of the day almost home almost done.  Period eight is poster sized laminated newspaper headlines: Pearl Harbor, John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., big moments in smudge archaic Times New Roman print.  A train wreck, an atom bomb, illustrious black and white dozen pixels per inch pointillist photos lining the walls east to west.  His desk is a scattering of knick knacks: a nail polish red apple, a gold pen in a green cushioned case, a ceramic dog painted blue pink yellow, a plastic monkey with a bright yellow helmet riding on a pink big wheeled bicycle.  Neal has one just like that on his desk in t

Sings the Mourning Dove

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Literature

Father Jake's Garden (excerpt)

I went around the back of the house to Father Jake's garden to sit and think.  I was greeted by the clucking of sleepy chickens.  There was a hutch as tall as I was and a good five feet wide. Most of the chickens were hidden up in the covered top, but a couple strutted around on the sawdust bedding.  They had mostly white feathers, speckled with black.  In the dark, the black looked like a sprinkle of shadows.  It was chilly, but the birds didn't seem to mind. There weren't any benches, so I wandered.  Even at this time of year, when the days were getting shorter and the nights were getting colder, Father Jake's garden was lush.  Pumpkins gr

Trip

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Literature

Happy Birthday Heart

“SURPRISE!” … “…So, does anybody know CPR?”

The Library - SWS Section

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Literature

A Higher Purpose, Underground

I enter the room with the exhibition case tucked under my arm. Behind its glass sleeps a shadowbox grid of single elliptical wings. Each specimen, pinned precisely in-place, each labeled with the simplest one word description. Small words born of barely fathomable concepts. I sit and speak to the patient. "When engineering a worker race, and there are many, we block certain traits or abilities that might negatively affect its docility factor. So, while the ability to dream has been genetically forced into recession for the general population, it has been anatomically removed from yours. The link to your dream center has been severed. Your c

The Library - Poetry Section

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2019 FFM Day 25: All is Quiet in Fental Forest

“23.” Nall whispered as he passed, looking carefully for the next soldier in the dim light of Fental Forest. Butterflies trailed softly behind him, lending their soft light to his steps. “24.” Owenn whispered back with a sly smile and his beetles twinkled as they were laughing with him. Nall was too tired to fling any kind of quip back. He’d been tending to soldiers locked in a forest standstill for almost twelve hours, and of all people in the world to be placed in a Unit with - Owenn Stralsom. He’d almost cried when they announced the Unit pairings. But this was war, and personal differences were unimpor

The Library - Flash Fiction Section

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AH'sT Cabinet of Curiosities: Lady Finger

One of the thieves dropped something. That's how Lars even knew they'd broken in. So deep in the wee hours of the night, he had a right to be so fast asleep, so he did. But the thump had woken him; a book maybe, brushed aside to get at a trinket more tempting. It sounded just like an old, heavy, leather-bound book hitting thick carpet.     He slipped out of bed and crept slowly, carefully down the hall. A dim light was in the study. It roamed about and wavered; probably a hand torch. Lars stopped outside the door, poised on his toes, and listened.     "What you think, Bert?" a low whisper with a coarse accent.     "I think you talk too

The Library - Short Story Section

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Literature

Principals of the Bizarre

Isaac Newton paced about his home, trying to suppress his panic. How could he have lost such a huge manuscript? Granted, his home was a mess of experiments and other papers, but he had been careful to keep primary project secure and close at hand. It wasn’t where he thought he’d last put it. Of course, it was getting harder to think with that whirring noise drilling into his head. He turned to the tall man with the long scarf leaning over his fireplace, tapping the stones and probing the mortarwork with his noisy little device. “Doctor,” he said. “Have you seen my manuscript?” His houseguest looked up at

The Library - Fan Fiction Section

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My Grandparents' Haunted House

It was an accepted fact among family members that the Coach House was haunted.  I think I realised even as a child that 'haunted' was shorthand for 'rumoured to be haunted', or 'traditionally thought to be haunted'.  I seem to remember that quite a lot of adults were keen on telling children there were no such things as ghosts.  My year one teacher told us that, at least, and Matthew Corbett told the nation.  As many people remember, Matthew was the presenter of The Sooty Show, and as comfortable and familiar in our living rooms as our favourite aunts and uncles. 'There are no such things as ghosts,' he said, 'and anybody who thinks there ar

The Library - Non-Fiction Section

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The Breathless 4

-4- July 26th   I am a trapped and wounded blackbird. Beak broken, unable to make a sound. Panic presses down upon me. It has a shape and weight that I pray to forget. I'm not a bird after all, just a little girl and the lips on mine are taboo. The net tightens where I am neck bound―can't breathe! Darkness seeps into my tears . . .   I wake up gasping, my fingers scrabbling at my throat. But there's no constriction. Nothing to feel but my own sweat-slick skin. Dreaming. I was dreaming. It takes another moment for the realisation to sink in. My room comes into focus. Hazy afternoon sunlight light and the ceiling fan spinning sluggishl

The Library - Chapters

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The Library - Scripts

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SOCIAL STUDIES

The Library - Visual

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