Daily Lit Deviations for March 31^st, 2010

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Poetry

_{Featured by Iluvocnj2006}
Jennifer's RhymeShattered lives, and ruined faces.
Nothing to show but empty embraces.
"Jennifer's Rhyme" by Klomonx

<sub>Life is difficult, we all know that but
Klomonx gives a whole new look and
feel to that difficulty. Hauntingly beautiful
and beyond words, this poem will make you
shiver at the realization of loneliness.


featured by: TheBrassGlass</sub>
New MoonNew Moon
So
we huddle close
together; you
a blue moon
and I
a red moon,
equally rare
and differing
circumstance.
The arc
of our crescents
yields two
opposable spectrums;
always
constricted
in one another’s
shadow – never brush
movement
only weave.
Appear,
eerily we,
seem to touch
there!
And there!
And as apparitions
will, pass right
on through
and to
the other hue.
In scarce
moments we view
the sacred
few
of new moon
you and I.
"New Moon" by Dementium

_{The long, narrow format of this piece evokes
thoughts of slanting moonbeams itself; the imagery
here, the weaving of rhythm and tone, and all the
many components of this piece are excellent.}

Prose

_{featured by: Kitri-du-Lac}
Algeny, Chapter One.Algeny
ONE
The young doctor sat with a sigh, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.  Moving very slowly, he pulled out and spoke very quietly, but gravely, into a tape recorder.
"Audio log of Dr. Ian Kovane, 25 January 2041."  He sighed briefly before continuing.
"Vanity has been an integral part of the human psyche, the human spirit, and all human society since the beginning of time.  It has always existed; it will always exist."
A man trudged quickly through a seemingly endless field of snow.  Ahead of him, trees swayed in the breeze of a coming storm.  His child rested, wrapped in tattered, grey blankets, in his arms.  He had begun to lull her to sleep with a gentle lullaby as they walked tirelessly through the frozen landscape.
Despite the thick layers of ragged clothes and blankets between them, the little girl felt her father's heart beat like a war drum.
Fear had set in and the wolves were upon them.<
"Algeny, Chapter One" by zmorgason

<sub>An interesting piece of post-apocalyptic fiction,
this is an original take on ideas of genetic modification.
It is also a well constructed opening chapter, creating
a world that is coherent and using flash back to hook
the readers interest. The selective cyclical use of cliche
adds a wonderful morbid tone to the chapter. An
intriguing piece of work.


featured by julietcaesar</sub>
Eye of the Beholder
Once upon a cool evening, when the gentle breezes whisked away the heat of the day, and the cares of tomorrow lifted just as easily, William Trumbower rested outside with his beloved wife. In the privacy of their apartment balcony, Marjorie Trumbower leaned her head against her newly-wedded husband’s shoulder and smiled contentedly.
She was a city girl who traced her lineage back to the White family, who were pilgrims on the Mayflower. He, by contrast, was a man who had taken his Lord’s trade, and could not count himself many generations removed from German immigrants. She was relatively well-to-do. He had helped his family to scratch out a living on a farm.
The Trumbower farm numbered grains, vegetables, poultry, and dairy cattle among its produce. William especially enjoyed the cows. They had dignity and intelligence. They showed humility and obedience. They produced many good foods by virtue of the milk they gave. They were beautiful animals, in William’s estim
"Eye of the Beholder" by CageyJay

_{This is a beautifully written nonfiction piece.
The details are crisp and add flavour to a real life
story, with just the right touch of humour. An
excellent example of how to turn real life events
into an engaging piece of writing.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by: Magic-fan}
Mad End -VI-
7 de Noviembre, 1897.
Lo que ayer se conoció como la masacre más despiadada que ha presenciado nuestra ciudad, hoy acaba finalmente en la plaza mayor a las cinco de la tarde.
El asesinato sucedido en el circo ambulante 'Laugh and Scream' da por finalizado la trayectoria de este negocio, que poco a poco se empobrecía. Su propietario,  al igual que otros ciento trece empleados, fue hallado brutalmente mutilado en la carpa central.
El asesino confeso fue arrestado sin oponer resistencia por las autoridades locales.
Se murmura que éste hombre (de unos veinte años de edad) padecía ciertos problemas psíquicos, y las razones que le llevaron a cometer tal acto atroz permanecen en lo más hondo del misterio.
"Estaba vestido como un bufón cualquiera, pero su risa nos aterró a todos cuando entramos a detenerlo" confesó uno de los agentes. "Era realmente grotesco, nunca podré olvidarme de sus ojos grises demenciales."
Efect
"Mad End -VI-" by GeeHBerserk

_{This is a passionate piece of Spanish prose.
It will capture the reader’s interest and hold it
tightly, throughout the entire piece.}



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