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Daily Lit Deviations for April 1^st, 2013

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_{Suggested by: Nichrysalis
Featured by: SilverInkblot}


Blindness Q and A by CatalystSpark

<sub>Suggester: "Common questions about blindness are addressed
in a casual self-interview to help others learn about it."


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
NamelessA nameless creature jammed into a nameless space located in an unknowable location was all that stood between Experiment 726 and what he considered to be the Endless Stream of Creation itself. The creature was large and menacing, but seemingly beautiful to behold. Experiment 726 crinkled his eyelids at the creature that stood before him, frustratingly unable to comprehend all but the most simple adjectives about it. And yet… it was as clear as day and cold as night.
Cold. That was something you could call it, 726 mused. It was one of a very limited number of describing words that he could muster about this impossible place, because no matter how much he looked or analysed anything, nothing seemed to make much sense.
“Why come here?” The nameless creature demanded. “And how? No creature such as yourself should even be capable of getting here.”
“I'm just lucky?” 726 tried. “I honestly don’t know.”
“You don
Nameless by Pseudinymous

<sub>An interesting piece that explores the depth of loneliness.


Suggested by: hazeltown
Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>

Mature Content

it was the lights i guess by ohsparrowsong

<sub>Suggester: "There's a quote by Charles Bukowski that goes:
"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I think that says
a lot about ohsparrowsong's passionate free verse."


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
Green VelvetShe emerges from the mist like some fairy-touched figure, the solemn firs towering high into the dreaming sky. I tuck my books tightly under one arm as the oddity approaches.
I'd  estimate her age to be around seven or so, but there's just something in those emerald eyes that can't be grasped or understood entirely.
"What are you doing?" She stops at a few feet away from me, her gaze absolutely unnerving. She grins.
"Waiting for something to happen."
"There's nothing around here." Blinking, she twirls around and rolls her eyes towards the heavens, the silent trees, and the moss-seeped gray slates at her feet.
"I suppose not." She looks back at me. "Do we count as nothing too?" The question startles me, and I stammer for an answer.
"...N-no?"
"Then something did happen." She takes a few steps closer, and it's all I can do to not step back- her presence is so terrifyingly intriguing that it's hard to resist being drawn in. Her mouth moves slowly.
"You came."
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Green Velvet by Yumekaze117

<sub>A masterful piece about a relationship and
the significance of the color in all its forms.


Featured by xlntwtch</sub>
The Last Kind Man    For once I was glad my little sister was with me because I couldn't remember what Mom sent us to the swap meet for. I was watching the kasheeskis (spider-legged elephants if you ain't from around here) belching white clouds into the air. They get twenty feet tall this time of year. The alpha of the herd puffed a cloud of white smoke in our direction that almost made me lose my balance. Ran over a pothole so big that Mom’s instructions bounced outta my head and almost took Anne with them.
    The Sunday swap meet was in full swing when we got there. Old Miss Fullerton was selling corn and squashes from her little wooden cart. She's almost a hundred years old and still she hauls that cart to and from the pier ever Sunday with her own two hands. Next to her was Gil, the only black in South Beaufort, in his little plywood stand selling handmade soap. Anne likes Gil's stand the best because them little soap bars come to life when you look at
The Last Kind Man by BadNarrator
_{True to narration by a child, this fine fantasy story is
so full of marvels, it's sure to take your breath away.}


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