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Daily Lit Deviations for March 16^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: Nichrysalis}
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Spindrift by CJWilde

<sub>Spindrift is an aptly named poem where you are carried
and caressed through its words and unique structure.


Suggested by saartha
Featured by LiliWrites</sub>
The Instinct of CellsThe Instinct of Cells
beauty softens each of us
like an egg soaking in vinegar,
but I have always been soft,
soft as baby fuzz,
a flabby soul
stuffed into my skin
like sausage meat inside a hog casing.
I have no idea what it’s like
to have to kill,
to jump out of an airplane,
to learn I have cancer.
I spray lavender-vanilla mist on my pillow
to help myself
sleep.
the hardest thing in my life
was when my dad died. they tattooed
little dots on his head
to help them aim their rays. his hair
started to fall out. luckily,
he didn’t have much to lose.
I correspond over the Internet
with a young woman
in England. she takes shape
as if from memory—
out of digitized snapshots
and sound bites
and emoticons
and words. her long hair once shimmered
under a fading
sun. she writes soft
poetry and reads it into her computer.
her breath whispers
in the microphone
like the sound of television snow.
I remember the look on my dad’s face
as he hung up the phone
and told
The Instinct of Cells by anarchypress

_{Per the suggester: The slow, introspective, wry voice
in this makes it one of the best poems I've ever read.}

Prose

_{Suggested by: raspil
Featured by: SilverInkblot}
The ProtestThe Protest
A Short Story
The television was always on in the background, but neither of them ever paid much attention to it, regarding it as mostly background noise. They were both on their laptops, chatting with their friends and each other, though they were only 4 feet apart. They could sit in this stupor for hours, only pausing to get food and occasionally text a friend on the go. Their mother worked long hours with the government and they hadn't seen their father in years so this routine was set in stone. When their mother would arrive home they would only give the shortest of greetings before attaching themselves back to their technology again, preferring to chat with her once she joined in online. They never went outside except for walking to school; they lived solely in their virtual world.
The day was like any other, with time fading from meaning as they vegetated, until she heard the word "rebellion" coming from the screen. She turned from the computer, slightly intrigued, an
The Protest by ale-x-is

<sub>Suggester: "She wrote a day in the life in the future that,
while far from utopia, did not get Orwellian. That takes talent
because it's just too easy to copy 1984 and have everyone think
you're brilliant. She made it relevant to today's
issues and that's what made it very scary."


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
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Actors byElsie-Black

_{A highly amusing short story
about the pomposity of actors.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
RealiteLa réalité, ma réalité, c'est mon rapport au monde ici et maintenant. C'est la somme de ce que j'en perçois. Dès lors…
Les êtres ne sont que lorsque je les vois
Mes pas inventent l'horizon
Et dans mon dos, le monde désexiste.
Realite by drolebouillon

_{A nice, quick jaunt into solipsism.}





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