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Daily Lit Deviations for November 14th, 2011
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Featured by: thetaoofchaos
"Starving Exile" by Caitlan78
Why do we seek our own demise in a world that
tempts us with the elusive promise of grace?
The poet makes incisive inquiries into the matter.
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
Rapunzel: A RecountingAsk nothing from the azure sky, and the
blinding sun that burn bronze locks to gold, and
corrupted me with candlestick and sunlight.
Do you recall the child you delivered and deserted?
Exile, I entered, and you left me to my evermore.
Father, did you falter, when you followed her - my
good mother, the witch? (Gather ye rapunzels and go.)
Halt there, hurrying prince,
in my ignorance, you steal my bliss.
Joker, surely you jest?
Kings and kin - kill me now if I am ever
late - late! in love, in lie, and in line!
Men are mountains: mote to crumble away.
Never will the tales near normalcy:
Omniscient is the overlord, and the
princes tried patience and pleasure; never
quiet in quests. Quoth the Queens, the ladies,
Return Rapunzel: relieved of her religion.
So sever'd the Soul from its seams and
turned the tide towards the tower,
It takes skill to make alliteration look good, but
Vigilo does so much more than that.
She has made it an art form itself.
Featured by: Kitri-du-Lac
"How to Write a Romance" by kimikimochi
Whether you agree with what *kimikimochi considers
to be good and bad romance, there is no denying that
this is a very informative and thorough guide
which will help any aspiring romance writer.
Featured by: SilverInkblot
All That Passed Between ThemShe came there each day, waiting. She would sit there in that spot on the bench for some time before getting on the train - the right train. The train that he was on. She had noticed him one day, on her way to a certain somewhere, as usual, and as a people watcher, she took note of the time and proceeded to try and catch the same train each day. She was a stubborn girl, curious too. Her nosiness often got her into trouble, but no matter - she always bounced out of scrapes. And when she was determined, red flags that could possibly have warned her were only burned and tossed into the trash.
He was a nice looking fellow. He had smiling eyes and the gaze of an observer. She guessed that he had observed her, too, but she didn't mind. Each day she would get on the same train and sit faithfully in the aisle across from him. She tried her best not to catch his gaze. Instead she would only study him as he glanced out the window or turned to his book, and look away at the first instant she thou
A sweet, slice-of-life love story that reads like a
contemporary fairy tale.
Featured by: shebledgreenink
a bed shaped universethe pressure coming from your lips, i swear it will suck my soul straight from below my
chest, bellowing in your existence. sometimes i swear we will shatter with the impulse of our
veins pressing against cold white sheets we are heating with every inch of emotion we have
bottled up for saturday nights spent alone in rooms with TVs flashing in the background.
shadows bouncing around the room in galaxy like formations, constellations gracing your
back as you straddle my waist, bending your skinny navel over to grace my lips, your hair
dripping on my chin and around my neck like meteorites crashing a bendable surface.
we are floating, the room is growing and my mind is swelling with each intake of your scent.
sigur ros is playing its dreamlike melody in the background of my seventeen years of age. i'm
lifting my head to try to let light play games between my retina, my thoughts are a
kaleidoscope of every emotion ever calling this body home. our bed is a garden and you are
the flower bei
This prosetry piece describes a rather cliche subject so
abstractly that I didn't even remember it was cliche until
I finished it. It reminded me of what we always forget to
mention in literature about sex- everything that's not the sex.
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