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Daily Lit Deviations for April 25^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: imaginative-lioness
Featured by: betwixtthepages}
Remnant of a RequiemI. I don’t want to dream anymore.
II. There’s the distortion of stardust and twilight spreading inside downtrodden lungs.
Somehow, the sky had learned my secrets, and it has forced me to bury its body in my system like a funeral despite the fact that these hands have scratched its constellations back when they were bare remnants of dust and gods and ice.
But all these brittle bird bones could do was nothing but fracture an expanse of glass and grind the fragments through broken teeth
[and I couldn’t weep openly.]
Who knew I could drown in my own ocean?
III.
IV. Maybe I’m still sober, or maybe I’ve learned how to remember too much it hurts. The door ways through my chest have refused to open for me, and I realized how much I could starve from trying to forget.  
All I could ever wish for was rain.
(the pitter-patter of petrichor,
a rhapsody billowing with every note,
the taste of autumn in my mouth...)
V. And it started to unfold like th
Remnant of a Requiem by brokengod--veins

<sub>From the suggester: brokengod--veins
has created a piece which captured
me from beginning to end, it left
me speechless and when attempting
to write my comment, I was unable
to write coherent sentences!


Suggested by: nosedivve
Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>
:thumb362162783:
the haunting by LovelyLonelyStars

<sub>From the suggester:  This poem
is a gem. The word choice is great
and powerful at points. it's very
"up-in-your-face" and one just
can't look away when reading it.


Featured by: LionesseRampant</sub>
pacificher longbow mouth is un-
strung; loose bottom
lip with a cocked
jaw -
.
she
births into him like
a womb
"pacific" by KaitForest

_{With beautifully articulated imagery,
this poem begs the reader to
read it aloud again and again.}

Prose

_{Suggeseted by sincebecomeswhy
Featured by xlntwtch}
The creekThese days my life seems very much like a stream; a small meandering creek, flowing through some old forgotten forest. Sometimes I feel like a stone at the bottom of that creek - cold, hard, unmoving - worn down by the passage of time and circumstance. Only watching as the stream, and its travellers, pass by. Other times I feel more like the water itself, flowing along, taking the path of least resistance. Moving, not of my own will, but pulled onward by some unseen force, occasionally gathering the debris of life beyond the banks. Formless, but defined and confined by the boundaries of the creekbed.
The creek by cyanita

<sub>If you've ever wondered what
it's like to be a stream, this
well-done short piece will tell you.


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
The Claire Witch ProjectThere are many things you can easily explain to your parents. Accidentally blowing up your uncle is not one of them.
“You are so busted, Claire,” said my sister Lindsay, eying the singed curtains and the freshly made crater in my bedroom floor. “Wait until Dad finds out you were practicing transmorph spells in your room unsupervised.”
“We can still fix this,” I replied hurriedly, switching spellbooks on my Kindle. But I’d only downloaded the basic transmorph spells and hadn’t gotten the counter-curses yet. Blast it.
“Claire, look!” Lindsay hopped off my bed and stepped towards the crater. “It worked!”
Sure enough, in the center of the ring of scorched carpet was a small green newt with a wide face like Uncle Isaac’s and bulbous eyes his exact shade of blue.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “We can change him back before Mom gets home—”
Suddenly, we heard the doors downstairs blow open and
The Claire Witch Project by frizzymissizzy

_{A wacky, fun story about the
unexpected consequences of
turning one's uncle into a newt.}



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