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Daily Lit Deviations for July 11^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Suggested by saartha
Featured by LiliWrites}
Crows"Crows," I whisper and she flies,
brown arrow shot
from the bowstring of a word.
Crows by riparii

<sub>Suggester says: "When it comes to minimalism packed
with imagery, it doesn't get much better than this."
This is poetry to get excited about.


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
EntrenchmentsSomeday, we will come back
When you walk among your fields
That lay peaceful in the pink sunset
You will remember the blood
And we will be here once more
When the noonday sun
Specks the silent plow with diamonds
You shall think of bayonets
And screams that tore as they fell
When your children run among the grasses
Shining ethereal in the twilight
You shall think of ghosts
And of ghost children that never were
The world has forgotten us
The earth will not forget
In our memory, is our revenge
"Entrenchments" by gummyrabbit

<sub>A difficult subject presented in deft, evocative
language, the words echoing across your mind like
...ghost children that never were...
echo across battlefields of old.


Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>

Lyrics by vespera

_{Sometimes, the trauma of remembering
the past cannot be healed over with therapy,
medications, or soothing words.  Sometimes,
it's more beneficial to forget--and leave it
forgotten--than to dredge the past back up.  
Lyrics, by vespera, explains with
exquisite, heart-wrenching detail what it
means to be reminded.}

Prose

_{Suggested by WritersInk
Featured by LiliWrites}
GameAnd here I am, holding on for dear life
(but since when is my life dear to anyone, anyway?)
while you roll the dice one more time.
"Two," you say, and I sigh in relief because I'm number four. Number two gets dragged on the floor towards you and you kiss her on the forehead
(with a bullet)
and she falls to the ground and the men carry her away to the pit.
A new number two comes forth and she's prettier than the last one. But I look away. There's no point in finding beauty in this.
I actually heard the future being preached sometime before it happened.
"The gods are angry," the old priest said, "they'll turn against us."
And they did, alright, when they gave conscience to our robots and made them overtake humanity, that they enjoy torturing.
I know this is not your fault.
You're probably suffering even more than any of us
(after all, you're the one holding the gun)
but I don't know if I can forgive you.
Yet, I loved you once. It was a pretty and shiny dream. But also a crazy one. I was
Game by Coramyrth

<sub>From the suggester: "A genuinely unique
(if experimental) piece of literature. Using a broken
stream-of-conciousness narrative, it tells of the
desperate last days of a post-apocalypse humanity."


Featured by  doodlerTM</sub>
The Safety Behind the PillowsI sat huddled in the corner surrounded by thick pillows. There was one to my left, one to my right, one straight in front of me that the other two were leaning against and then there was a fourth that was on top of my head in order to keep me from being seen. I had been trapped like this for hours and I was wishing for sweet release of my bladder.
Cursing my luck I resigned myself to fantasies of telling my friend to go die in a hole. He had tricked me! He had said that I would be fine, just come in, put the food into the large metal bowl and then leave. I hadn't been informed as to what kind of pet my friend had. Turns out, it was a damn dragon!
After arriving the dragon decided that he didn't like me and wanted me dead. The pillows were the only thing that was keeping me from being eaten.
My phone rang and I jumped slightly. The pillow on top of me fell to the side, revealing my head to the dragon. There was a growl rumbling through its chest.
"Ehehehe...Be a good dragon, now..." Slo
The Safety Behind the Pillows by DreamingAutumn

_{A clever piece of flash-fiction
with a delivering end-punchline.}



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