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TransmetLit is a literature group dedicated to the creation and further evolution of transgressive fiction.

Transgressive fiction is a genre of literature that focuses on characters who feel confined by the norms and expectations of society and who break free of those confines in unusual and/or illicit ways. Because they are rebelling against the basic norms of society, protagonists of transgressional fiction may seem mentally ill, anti-social and/or nihilistic. In short, it focuses on the taboo, and on the character.
Founded 7 Years ago
May 22, 2010


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The Drug Opera .2.
Relic re-emerged, brow fret-sawed into puzzle pieces. "Looks like all those gillies up and ankled, right in the middle of supper. Nanty left but finked chairs and sullied silverware."
His kin gathered around him, four eager mouths prattling variations of: "Ours, then?"
"Aya, aya. 'less the proprietrix decides to reappear, anyway."
A fete of grins, uplifted eyebrows, squealing and clapping hands.
"Tail up, fellows!" They formed an anxious queue and filed inside, Antic patting Whimsy's behind to a snickering reception.
Whispers of awe stirred the stale air inside. The pub was broad and barren, occupied only by scattered tables, chairs, a deserted bar and several splintered support beams stretching to the orbiting rafters. An overlook hung precariously about the room's entire circumference; the tavern's wide and rickety foretoken grin.  They spread apart, exploring the space without a word exchanged betwixt them until, with a cunning grin, Antic breathed into the silence, "Strike up."
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The Drug Opera
As dusk dripped thick through a coffee filter brume, the edges of the sky blistered and curled in on themselves like a photograph aflame. The orphaned troupe Alamort marched - no, limped, dragged their fractured marionette legs over the macadamized road towards a sizzling neon sign, the vista bathed in its bright red panicked heartbeat. A plaque of hoary grout plugged the fossil veins of crack-toothed cobblestone, whispered salty scandal to their tattered shoes. Rainwater crept through seams in the jigsaw stone, trilling toward Canaan in days-long fingers of living mercury.
And they followed it, the five pairs of abandoned feet, walking the dew lines like liquid tight rope toward their aqueous juncture, to where the melted clouds converged in pulsating chrome puddles; at the grand and pompous feet of The Drug Opera.
Relic, Whimsy, Fustian, Antic, Sorry; kith ranging in years from seventeen to twenty-eight. They dissolved into a line, hand melding into hand like the grimy pearls
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Right. *charges paddles*

On a mission of rescusitation here. Little has been done with this since his lordship PhantomTollman absconded into the sunset with hookers and wordmagic, so I'm going to try and take over, or least see can we get the ball rolling again.

I will need a hand though, so who's in for attempting to revive this thing?
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TheNimster Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I want to join your group to post a story in letters I am writing. It's really important for me to get a broader audience.…

This is the first letter.
toxic--sunrise Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2011
Join requests are closed? :noes:
CrumpetsHarvey Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2010   Writer
...request to join...closed?
LoLeeta-StrANGE Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2010
Oh yes, finally. I am home.