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Daily Lit Deviations for June 14th, 2013


We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Deviations!
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Poetry


Featured by: TwilightPoetess
night terrorsThe upstairs door slams just after midnight,
the other renter’s teenage wife, who lives across town
with their son and her parents,
doing fuck knows what
except setting off the dogs and waking up everyone else in the house
but I bite the tip of my tongue,
her obliviousness  vs
knowing
when I finally do fall asleep it will only be an hour or perhaps two
before I wake the house screaming
until I go hoarse, or more often these days
until my body can’t stop wrapping itself like a fist around my empty lungs and
I finally wake,
choking on vomit that tastes sharp and metallic,
like I’ve been eating pennies.
As if I had become my body’s enemy, my dog standing over
the defenseless shell, growling, so no one can grab me and shake me desperately, praying I wake up
before I strangle on the fear.

night terrors by sunshinegypsy

The line breaks and imagery in this
piece by sunshinegypsy bring the
taste of fear to readers.



Featured by: DrippingWords
Fate Stay NightFate Stay Night
I'm here, I'll be your shield in the storm
to cover your face like fire to keep warm
I'll become your legs so nevermind the horse
for on my back I become a chariot and shift the course
I'll become four letters on your lips
and when you speak we'll sentence the love on its tips
Like spinning water I'll dance above the surface of a river
and through the forest, through the mist of it all, I quiver
I'll become your eyes when blinded by the darkness of sleep
so use my eyes, yes these too like us two complete
And when you cry I'll become the tempests of rain
to hide your sorrow amidst the other wet stains
Through a thousand swords I shall walk towards you
twisting cyclones and shadowed skill shall stop - tis true
Lay down and let me make you dream
for I am your servant but am very real
You may eat before me and not share anything
you feed us both this way, so do not spare the tempting
when you speak I ignore your eyes and watch through the soul
I find everything in nothing,

"Fate Stay Night" by YoshiDaime

A gorgeous piece filled with wonderful
imagery, this poem brings many introspective
thoughts to the readers mind.



Prose


Featured by LadyofGaerdon
The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.
Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'
His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill that lead to the local, haunted legend. Krystal swung her faux tail playfully and adjusted the large black ears that wouldn't stay in her curly hair despite the obscene amounts of hairspray she had employed. Amanda clicked her heels across the ground. She sprinted in front of Roger and slowed to a smooth strut seemingly fo

The Doctors In by OfOneSoul

Atypical horror story, with
slow-burning tension and
a heavy emotional punch.



Suggested by: haphazardmelody
Featured by: SilverInkblot

Two Birds with One StoneToday, I found the fragile yet well-preserved corpse of a robin stuck to a gravel road that, by trick of the eye, churned steadily in the late afternoon humidity; when the evening cooled, I weighed, measured, plucked, and then boiled the songbird in one of Father's new iron pots until its remaining feathers and flesh easily parted from its saturated bones, which were left out to dry in the summer garden until they became as white as your teeth. With meticulous care, I cleaned and then arranged the skeleton in the shape of its natural design before I reinforced its structure with thin copper wires, mounting the finished piece on a cherrywood plaque I signed with my Christian name.
The robin now sits on my windowsill, staring onto the grey winter dawn. Its song has never been so sweet as when I imagine it whistling a mournful aubade, welcoming the sun as it rises and melts the snow so it will later freeze into a glittering sheet of ice. As I write this letter, hunched over my desk and fe

Two Birds with One Stone by glossolalias

Suggester: "It's beautiful in its
imagery, powerful in the message."



Featured by doodlerTM
Boy's RoomI'd never seen your brother's door open before. That's why I tripped over your top stair that Thursday after school. It was like the white plaster of the hallway had cracked open to reveal a secret area in a game.
You grabbed my arm to pull me along into your room. We flung our backpacks against the wall before we flopped down on your bed. It was the purple "Funky Chick" bedspread you'd just got for your twelfth birthday. Any other day, the Girlfriend Magazine you stole from your sister would have me riveted (my mum wouldn't let me buy it until I was fourteen), but the pull of the open door was too strong. After about half an hour, I  got up to go to the bathroom.
I crept down the hallway until I was close enough to touch a finger to your brother's door. It glided open like a freshly cracked safe.
The afternoon sun filtered through the navy curtains, tinting the room like dye running in the washing machine. It wasn't half as messy as I'd expected. There was nothing on the floor ex

Boy's Room by Rovanna

A thought-provoking vignette about
exploring places that might be off-limits.



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YoshiDaime Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Only checked into DeviantA today, so surprised to see my poetry featured :love:
Tis Heartfelt.
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2013   General Artist
hooray for erryone! :squee:
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Rovanna Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2013   Digital Artist
Thanks! :iconallmyloveplz:
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rlkirkland Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:dalove:
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