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Daily Lit Deviations for July 29^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Featured by: SilverInkblot}

CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my eyes, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die:  no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
Cathie by violetense

<sub>The emotional center of this poem resonates
through the images and repeated lines before
settling like a last breath in the final stanza.


Suggested by: intricately-ordinary
Featured by: LionesseRampant</sub>
SynesthesiaThree thousand years
away
the star howls with light
gone supernova,
stelliform cheeks, blush-bursting
from the touch of song.
Lungs swallow the fire-shares,
the ones we took
when the universe was born.  Burning
like saffron clones
to dust
so their aroma might carry
through lenses, where we are
audible.
And our lips transcend the distance,
colliding two worlds into one,
each lost in the other.
"Synesthesia" by nawkaman

<sub>Suggester says: "A refreshingly romantic portrayal
of a lesser known condition; the imagery is superb."


Suggested by: sincebecomeswhy
Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>
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A Study in Mathematics by samshadeslayer

_{This piece plays with mathematics
in a fun--and inventive--way.}

Prose

_{Featured by doodlerTM}
House in the SandI decided to ride my bike today. Tuns out tires and sand do not mix. Usually on my trek through the desert outskirts, I walk. For some reason I thought this would be faster. If only I had a hover bike, that would make things much easier.
I ended up having to walk anyways, towing my bike behind me. In a way it was worth it, I might have missed the happy little family of desert mice. I stopped to add a quick sketch of them to my notebook. The sun was riding high by then so I thought I'd take a break for some food.
I usually pack a lunch, but this time I guess I should have brought more. A baby desert fox came out of his hole, probably because he smelled food, and I couldn't resist giving him some of my turkey. The little guy looked so thin and hungry. Besides I didn't need it as much, I didn't have much farther to go.
A while later I crested a small dune and the little house came into view. It was blue and small with little white decorative shingles edging the stoop of the doorway, and i
House in the Sand by ShineeSerenDipity

<sub>A vignette about loneliness and finding
companions in the oddest of creatures.


Suggested by xlntwtch
Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
RagnarokHe came through the front gates.
In doing so, he shattered the walls he’d helped to build—his own suggestion on how and his own ingenuity to prevent payment.  In doing so, he made no secret of his freedom.
The other gods panicked, a thing largely unheard of in Asgard, and most dove for their weapons, but there was no immediate battle-horn:  no demons rose, no giants came clamoring down from the heights.  Even Jormundgar and Fenrir remained still and chained.
Of all the monsters foretold in the battle of Ragnarok, only the Trickster had come.  And neither Odin with all his foresight nor his ravens Hugin and Muninn had foreseen this occurrence.
But Loki came on, with eyes burned sightless by acid—though this did not seem to halt him in any way—and something, some aura about him, rendered the other gods powerless to stop him.  Then they became curious, for despite his terrible appearance, no wake of death followed him.
He stopped and spoke only when he reached the
Ragnarok by MoreaGaara

_{From the suggester: "Learn about the gods and
legends of old in this tight and well-written short story."}




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