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Daily Lit Deviations for September 16^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: LadyofGaerdon}
i saw god leaving the shoreLast night I dreamed of blue-grey shores
Of miserable black rocks 
that pushed back a tide that crawled with the dull wind 
And how I moved so quickly, 
Towards the salty edge of the earth;
She told me to run, 
To kick back the sand as hard as I could 
until something appeared.
And I suddenly saw haunting, stone walls
Gleaming in their symmetry
Made of pale, sturdy nostalgia 
with deja vu dripping down
Slipping like liquid mercury 
I ran towards it eagerly, and chased my own reflection - 
But whenever I caught a glimpse of myself 
The drops would dribble and scatter away.
She told me to run further 
And my heart ached and my spine arched
against the stinging, salty wind
Yet before I knew it, the ocean floor moved 
And I ran down shores 
at every turn-
each perpendicular to the previous one.
Everywhere, identical blackened stone barriers
They are all the same, she said
Their crashing waves make the
i saw god leaving the shore by IyraEMM

_{IyraEMM brings her vision to
intensely vivid life, with phrases
and imagery that leave the
reader breathless. This desolate
yet striking poem is a true gem.}

Prose

_{Suggested by: disrhythmic
Featured by: SilverInkblot}

Mature Content

Cold Medicine Hero by enigmaticsmile

<sub>From the Suggester: "A realistic and deliciously
cynical tale of unplanned heroism."


Suggested by: Carmalain7
Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
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thanksgiving is the new last by queenofrelax

<sub>A little bit of poetic prose to
get you in the mood for autumn.


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
The Things We Leave Unsaid Common wisdom dictates that meaningful feelings for another ought to be expressed directly and honestly. However, advice is given to be neglected and so too often we are poisoned by our own silence -- the things we leave unsaid.
We are fortuitous that the opportunity for the lesson to be followed by the illustration presents itself. Let us use our discretion and semi-omniscience to observe the conversation between the two young men before us.  
"Oh hi. How are you?" It's him.
"I'm good. You?"
"Good." I've been better, but there's no way I'm going to tell him that. "Man, it's been a long time." I haven't seen her in forever. Almost three years.
"Yeah man, I haven't seen you in forever."
"Yeah, so I hear you're dating Rachel now?" He is taller than me, and I know she must like his red-rimmed wayfarers. Family's rich too. Must be nice.
"Yeah dude."
"Good for you. How's she doing?" I know she's fine.
"She's doing just fine."
"I'm sure
The Things We Leave Unsaid by August-Green

<sub>An wonderful showcase of how a good title
can really help pull a piece together.


Featured by shebledgreenink</sub>
ShellsEach wave hissed across the shingle. Each wave flattened itself out in a dying puff of foam and then fell back into the greatness of the sea, dragging the smoothed-out stones with it. How many years must it take for those fist-sized pebbles to become sand? How long?
Frances raised her eyes to the grey sky and wondered about God above those clouds. There were men who said that God’s hand had no place in all of this. There were men that said we had come from apes, step by step, like a boulder being polished by the sea until it was a smooth and perfect fist-sized stone. Those men said that six thousand years was impossible. Six million years was impossible. They said that time was so deep it was like looking into the arc of the heavens and never knowing how far away the deepest darkness was.
Those clocks that ticked on board ship, that spelt out longitude and latitude to anxious sailors, that measured the greatness of the globe – there were not enough ticks in all of the clo
Shells by Aconitum-Napellus

_{This story is set in the past, but, with a
hint of magic and a spark of a freethinker's timeless
spirit, it speaks to even the most modern of hearts.}





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