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Daily Lit Deviations for December 29^th, 2011

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Poetry

_{Suggested by CrumpetsHarvey
Featured by angelStained}
Of Half-Filled WordsShe is not a flutterbird.
Her fingers are skittish,
her smile is not.
Do not fear that you will
drive it away.
Sadness is her fumbling limb.
It is unwanted, yet
necessary.
When it is January
she will tell you,
"I am still struggling.
And I am becoming so many people
all at once.
A conglomeration of beauty that
I have managed to mangle.
Please, do not be sad for me."
Sometimes her sorrow is
meant for you. But mostly her.
Those specks and spots
of ocean storm lulls
reveal her truths:
ones she does not want
to extract from herself.
Her heart is not a rabbit.
When it beats
faster, faster, faster,
you need not
run harder to catch it.
Of Half-Filled Words by HugQueen

<sub>It has the distinct sense of an experience, explored in
 a disjointed, lovely voice.   Suggester: ...because it deals
 with the familiar poetic subject of misery in a highly unique way.


Featured by spoems</sub>
-we own nothing-The sun rises; we become slaves.
-we own nothing- by 8Happiness

<sub>An entire treatise on the subject of free will and the
 nature of human enlightenment could not better pinpoint said
abstractions into an actual understanding any better, and certainly
 not more beautifully, than this simple poem.

Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
Clockwork GodHe knew there was a simple solution:
Go back and altar history—
sacrifice time.
He would work backwards.
The atomic clock would be simple;
one well-placed sneeze would knock it off course,
then he would find the Swiss watchmaker
and explain to him in chocolate tones
that punctuality was overrated.
The Greeks would be a challenge.
It would take the hands of several gods to convince them to smash
those handsome sundials.
Then he would reach into the soul
of the first homo floresiensis who
looked at the sky and decided to delineate day and night,
to make them into two halves,
And tell him that things were just fine whole.
And there would be no before, no after,
No hour, minute, second 'til
his four weeks left were gone—
There would only be now.
"Clockwork God" by Halatia

_{A fascinating look at the concept of time and how deeply
 it effects all we do - and just what it might be like if that concept
 were eradicated.}

Prose

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
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Thinking of Alice by BrandonRChinn

<sub>As the author said, "a short story on love and companionship."
 What stood out to me in this piece was that the romance aspect is
 almost a minor focus, yet by the end you have a complete portrait of
 their relationship.


Suggested by doodlerTM
Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
Daddy?"Daddy?"
I lowered my newspaper just below my eye line. There stood before me, a small, young girl. She was leaning back and forth, on tiptoes, her head was facing downward but her eyes were staring at me from the corner of her eye.  Her smile stretched as she bit her lip. She was just oozing with an aura of childish curiosity. I could've just ignored her. It didn't need to happen. Not to me. But I chose to. I thought I was prepared. So I replied,
"What d'you need honey?"
Her eyes widened, her smile turned to a laugh. She tucked her hands behind her back as she said,
"Where do babies come from?"
I mentally snapped my neck and knuckles. I cocked a smile because I had an ace in the hole. The very first chapter of all the parenting books I skimmed through.
"The Stork delivers babies to all mommies and daddies, sweetheart."
Poor kid never stood a chance. I slowly and triumphantly raised my paper back to my face, chuckling even. How foolish I was.
"Where does The Stork get them?"
Daddy? by NotChizimaru

_{A quaint piece that demonstrates the terrible
 consequences of lying to children.}


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