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Daily Lit Deviations for August 4^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: sincebecomeswhy
Featured by: betwixtthepages}
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe Wasteland
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
bright recollections.
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
at speciation.
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
The constellations
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
the unfortunate."
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
Oblivion
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
Cicadas in the Hibiscus by glossolalias

<sub>These scifaiku thrust readers into the
future and beg the question:  which
side are you on?


Suggested by: IntelligentZombie
Featured by: spoems</sub>
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Touching the Tea by zippip

<sub>Per the suggester: "This piece is a tribute to
the love of tea. It expresses how we are connected
as individuals by drawing lines between the origin
and ultimate destination of the tea leaves."


Suggested by: mirz333
Featured by: spoems</sub>

Surrender by LadyLincoln

_{Wonderful poetic encapsulation of a feeling.}

Prose

_{Suggested by Concora
Featured by doodlerTM}
swear by the styx.I fell asleep listening to love songs and water pounding on the window pane.
It had been pouring rain for three long days, so water was gushing from beneath the manhole covers and the morning clouds were perpetually a canvas of rippled slate.  Citizens had removed the wheels from their cars to happily use the hover option on their way to work.  No one wanted their rims rusted.  
The airships wouldn’t be flying again until the sky cleared, in the meantime we were stuck within the city walls.  Some desperate souls had spoken of trekking into the outlands to continue work and play without being confined, but no one was that inane.  They would be in the city until we were under clear skies again.
I’m stubborn, you know, and that’s why I insisted on walking over to your building through the dampness and the sludge.  It came up to my knees in some places, particularly the troughs at the bottoms of hills.  Motorists who passed me by, skimmi
swear by the styx. by laurotica

<sub>From the suggester: "An enthralling,
evocative piece with characters and a
setting I want to see more of!"


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>

The Flowers at Mile 55 by Eevee1999

_{A touching story of love,
friendship, devotion, and loss.}





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