Daily Literature Deviations, October 16th, 2011

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Daily Lit Deviations for October 16th, 2011


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Poetry


Featured by apple-dark
Hebe
She is youth's own dream
timeless in an amber moment,
forever unfree.
She does not see the future
swallowed by infinity.

Hebe by AlecBell

The future, swallowed by
infinity...such a lovely concept...
it so deftly sums up all that we
are afraid of in our hearts.  The
constant push against the fragility
of our own small slices of time.



Featured by angelStained
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after the apocalypse by WallabyArt-Poetry

It opens our eyes with
rousing intensity and a wave
of reflection.



Prose


Suggested by: LadyofGaerdon
Featured by: SilverInkblot

Retrograde          Scents from inside the suit intertwined their intentions with the sights of tangled and tessellated hair illumed by firefly LED's, spiking my circulation with memories and murmurs of dopamine.
          I took her by the gaze; she steered her sight away from mine. I led her through a glance that involved no scuffling of hands.
          She was one of two wayward strangers passing in the cosmos; two separate glances met as objects in motion tending to motion. People aren't the same however.
          Drifter was the term we were known as, people cast off of vessels and ships, mostly by accident, condemned to trudge about the universe until starvation kicked in or their oxygen-starved filters were finally incapable of operating. My unplanned departure from the mysteriously flaming

Retrograde by Nichrysalis

From the Suggester: "A
strikingly original concept, written
in an abstract yet captivating style,
this piece paints strange, vibrant
pictures in your head, which linger
with you long after reading."



Featured by: Kitri-du-Lac
Journey of a Coin.Penny's life started just like every other coin's long life: having been melted, flattened, punched and inscribed, she was finally born into the world in 1971. Along with her 1,521,666,250 sisters, Penny was introduced to a new life of travels and adventures and hardships, beginning in the bottom of a Tesco cash drawer.
It was lonely there, certainly not one of the high points of her existence: none of the other pennies were particularly verbose and the majority of them were dull, rusted and squalid. However, as one of the newest coins on top of the heap, Penny didn't have to stay there long.
On her first day on the job, she found a new home in the hands of a four-year old boy: his hands were sticky and grubby and soon both of Penny's shiny faces were thick with a mixture of soil, saliva and sugar. It was almost a relief when he set her on the counter in his kitchen, but when the child's mother came into the room and beat him violently for taking ten pence from the coin tin, Penny wish

"Journey of a Coin" by Fineliners

This clever take on the
'life of an inanimate object'
prompt entwines the story of
a coin with that of a man,
providing a circular structure
and a sweet resolution to the tale.



Featured by: SilverInkblot
The Blue LadyI remember the Blue Lady and how her eyes glittered when she danced and her body spoke in words her mouth could not.  Her eyes glinted like light on ice. Her body surged like the ocean at dawn and Brother was swept up in the tide.
Sing this corrosion to me
She would hold me when the bad dreams swelled behind my eyes and she would take me out onto the hill and catch stars and weave them through my hair.   Sometimes she would take me and we would walk through the old streets where the houngans held strange spices and the sidewalks flooded with red.  
Gimme siren child
Do you hear me call?
We couldn't speak their language but all she had to do was flutter her pretty blue eyes like eggs in a robin's nest and the boys and girls would ruffle and swoon and baby her like a little bird.   Then she would wrap her hand in mine and tug me with on her adventures and I was happy.
Sometimes people would ask me "why do you spend so

The Blue Lady by noctalys

A beautiful piece of prose,
The Blue Lady reads like a great
fairy tale dream told by a young child.




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