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Shyanne-Kai

Received Daily Deviation September 8th, 2012
_{Originally Featured by SilverInkblot}
Deja vu. Again.I had moved here two weeks' ago, but had never visited this section of town so late at night. I had been invited to the pub by my neighbour, to make me feel welcome. An hour ago, she had phoned to say she had been asked to work overtime, and wouldn't be able to make it. Seeing as I was there, I drank a couple of cocktails. I was now walking back home.  
Drunken people yelled out across the street. A couple of cars drove by, their horns blaring as the inebriated stumbled into the road. A bright yellow car stopped, flashing its headlights. A woman in a red dress banged on the window. The passenger door was opened, and a shouting match started between the woman and the driver. The woman slammed the door closed, and walked away. My stomach churned. I felt as though I had witnessed this before, and a weird protectiveness came over me. I had a strong urge to warn the woman about her actions, but warring partners were not unusual on a night out, and it wasn't my place to offer advic
Deja vu. Again. by Shyanne-Kai

_{From the (Anonymous) Suggester: "I really liked
this piece -- she did a fantastic job with the prompt
provided, giving us her glimpse into what deja vu
can be instead of what science might think it is."}

WildWolfMoon94

Received Daily Deviation September 15th, 2012
_{Originally Featured by doodlerTM}
Polishing VenusI wear a blue plastic retainer at night. It's painful, tight on my teeth, as if my mouth has outgrown it. I don't put it in often enough, so the shape of my jaw twists and changes, until I remember how much I despised braces and consent to slip it in, and I lie awake at night, loathing the imperfection of my teeth and the ache that pulses there as my mouth readjusts to the wires and plastic that force my jaw into the correct position.
I wear glasses too – ugly things, dark maroon on top, with a thin, squishy plastic wire on bottom instead of another rim. Not many people know I have them. When I was a kid, I had the rimless kind – some part of me believed them to be less noticeable. I'd pop the lenses out and tell my father I slipped on the gravel at recess so I could get away with days without the slippery plastic ridge balanced on my nose, and the glances I got for being the only nine-year-old with glasses. Nowadays, I use contacts, and I slip my glasses case under my pillow
Polishing Venus by WildWolfMoon94

_{A fairly intriguing idea that is well written
and a real treat to read – it's not every day that
you get to see the universe in action, after all.}

DoorTraveler

Received Daily Deviation September 20th, 2012
_{Originally Featured by LiliWrites}
Text Messages to No OneHey haven't talked to you in a while.
What's up?
==>send message?
/end
==>save message? y/n
/n
I saw that you got
/end
==>save message y/n
/n
Its been a while.
Maybe we could hang out?
==>send message?
/end
==>save message y/n
/n
Wow, I cant believe it's been so long since we talked!
What happened, do you think? Lets talk and
/end
/end
==>message autosaved
I miss you.
==>send message?
/end
==>save message y/n
/y
Today I thought about that tree in your backyard.
And how we used to climb it to get on the roof of ur garage.
We had some good times.
==>send message?
/end
==>save message y/n
/y
I havent been up to much. Got a job, finally.
I feel all grown up and shit. Still a bit lonely here,
But I'm sure that'll change.
Eventually.
==>send message?
/end
==>save message y/n
/y
Thought about you again on my way home.
It's hard to keep track of all these messages.
Have I told you about my job? I don't remember.
It's cool. Boring. But c
Thought about u again on my way home
Its hard 2 keep trac
Text Messages to No One by DoorTraveler

_{Suggester writes: I think we've all been in this
situation, and the style that this is written in perfectly
portrays the loneliness of the writer.}





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