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Daily Lit Deviations for November 4th, 2012
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Poetry
Featured by: *Carmalain7
Half-Past a Different Kind of BrokenTrauma looks like my kitchen clock.
The hours,
minutes,
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
heartbroken.
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
Half-Past a Different Kind of Broken by *callerofcrows
Meta. Phors. Like clockwork.
Featured by: `thetaoofchaos
they can't be takentheir bleach skin caught my eye
albino white against the wild
hair like bright sky electric in the briars
haloed sister gods shot down like fawn
they can't be taken by ~anotherforestfire
Short verse that burns past
memory, into permanence.
Prose
Featured by *doodlerTM
Commander PinkNEW LOCATION! See comments for link.
"Something gets to him. Something gets to everybody." Luke took a flattened sandwich from his ammo box and pulled it apart with thick brown fingers. That was something Win noticed about everyone here, even the new guy—they all had strong hands. He hated to look at his stupid pale, spindly fingers. "Like me, music gets to me sometimes, you know?" Luke said. "The right song plays, and I'm bawling. There's gotta be something that could break him, you know?"
"Don't be juvenile." Brutus tore his sandwich into huge chunks and looked to Win. "Edwin, you gonna eat or what? Commander'll bite your head off if
Commander Pink by ~Ready-to-Start
A piece that's almost painful to read about
a man who is inherently stone-cold inside.
Featured by *doodlerTM
ParricideChris loves his new doll.
Its china face, with delicate hand-painted features, is framed by curling golden locks. He likes to trace its face with careful fingers. He can see his murky reflection in its glistening shoes and its dress is so soft he can't stop running his hand over the sapphire blue cloth. His parents aren't sure who gave him the doll, but six-year-old Chris can't be parted from it.
When he asks for black patent leather shoes, his dad glances up from the bills spread on his desk and his mom starts looking for her Caravan's keys.
When he asks for his chestnut hair to be bleached, his dad's head tilts and his mom takes him to
Parricide by ~SamNewell
A well-crafted suspenseful horror story
that turns a harmless object into, well,
something far more sinister.
Featured by *doodlerTM
Disillusioned
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never acce
Disillusioned by `OfOneSoul
With "Disillusioned," `OfOneSoul
tells a story of two girls who face the
ultimate horror - themselves.
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Prepared by: `thetaoofchaos
"...rotund balls of concentrated emotion..." -I like that. And still have a temperature.
Just wrote a short (and possibly strange) story this morning. A sign of recovery.