Daily Lit Deviations for August 20^th, 2009</u>

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Poetry

_{Featured by: EmoSunshineMuffin}

"letters" by wonderlustqueen
<sub>Maybe it will all be okay, one day...


Featured by ColonelFitz</sub>
i'm a liar and that's a lie.it's not raining tonight,
and i don't have to run my insecurities away tomorrow morning.
i'm not a blue-haired, blonde-eyed girl,
and no, i'm dyslexic not.
the moon tonight is not a new moon,
and the stars aren't twinkling because i want them to.
i didn't forget how to hold my breath
because i don't remember how to distinguish if something is beautiful or not anymore.
i didn't just write a poem. (and it certainly wasn't a terrible one!)
i haven't drunk too much water today, and
i'm not as good a liar as i thought.
it's not raining tonight.
"i'm a liar and that's a lie" by tragicvista
_{This poem effectively uses negatives and
subtle anaphora to create a strong, driving rhythm
and an undercurrent of emotional momentum.
It has good imagery and a very wry sense of humor.}

Prose

_{Suggested by: WillKaede
Featured by: Magic-fan}
For LoveMatthew had been driving all night, weaving in and out of the abandoned cars littering the highway. His last ditch effort to contact his beloved fiancée. Desperately clutching to a three hour old phone message that played over and over in his head, he knew this was coming and still he had left her alone.
Communication at this stage was impossible, the satellites were down and the phone lines were inactive, it was the reason everything was so chaotic in the end.
Matt hit the highway exit and didn’t bother about taking Seton Avenue, to Bradley Street then onto Frankston Drive. He crashed straight through the large timber fence on the big white house that backed onto Frankston then shot out the other side crashing through another two fences and sliding out into the middle of the road.
His rear passenger tyre blew out and he wrestled with the vehicle to make that extra distance so he could turn into James Street. There was Lindsay’s home, four houses down on the left. Matt
"For Love" by fonz99
<sub>A bittersweet piece of flash fiction.
It shows what one will do for their loved one.
An excellent piece, well worth the read.


featured by julietcaesar</sub>
Columbine"Do you believe in God?"
The gun was set against my temple. My heart was beating quickly, pounding like a caged bird against my ribcage, and I could feel the perspiration rolling down my back and sticking my hair to my neck. Blood was leaking steadily from the wound in my leg, coating my hands as I tried to apply pressure. I looked up into the dark eyes of the boy asking me the question.
I had been so kind to this boy. I'd smiled at him just yesterday and said good morning. He'd nodded and reciprocated the smile. We were practically friends by Columbine standards. I looked to the boy standing beside him and frowned. I was also kind to him. I didn't get it. Why were they doing this? Why were they hurting us when we'd done nothing to them? I'd only ever been nice, but maybe that was the problem.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Richard. He was sitting against the building, his hands locked in prayer. His lips moved swiftly and I could tell he was sending one last message u
"Columbine" by DudeRun
_{Inspired by the Columbine shootings of 1999,
from the perspective of one of the victims,
the author writes a scene that reverberates with
tension and captures a harrowing memory with consummate skill.}

Foreign

_{Featured by: Magic-fan}

"Une main se tend vers moi" by SpaceOrphans
_{A beautiful poem, filled with emotion. A fantastic read
for those with knowledge of the French language.}



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