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Daily Lit Deviations for January 4^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Suggested by nightshade-keyblade
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon}
I am not summer personifiedDo not compare me to a summers day,
I'm an autumn baby, with fallen leaves,
Printed in gold and amber across my skin,
With the deepest red sunset lips,
Offset by snowy skin.
I am the crisp breath of wind,
On oxygen starved lungs.
Forget the call of the heat,
And fall into my mist embrace.
I am not summer personified by blood-red-ribbons

<sub>Suggester says "It's a simple
but nimble little poem." I quite
agree: the metaphor is lovely.


Suggested by: doodlerTM
Featured by: LionesseRampant</sub>
stop me if you've heard this one beforei.
there is a man on the corner of my street
who gave me a bottle of bleach
and told me if i drank it, i'd finally feel clean.
but i gave it back to him, and went home to take a shower.
because i am almost happy,
and i do not want to mess that up by
chugging bleach or fingering knives or thinking too much
about that man who turned my insides cold
from inside of his car.
because this has to be happy.
this has to be what happy feels like.
it feels like god gave me a vodka bottle
filled with nature and people and oceans and deserts and seas,
cause see, it feels like i'm drunk on life.
ii.
i have this nervous habit of scratching holes in my skin
and my mother says it's because
i'm trying to find something beautiful inside me.
she said i need a psychiatrist.
my friend asked me if i needed itching crème.
iii.
i keep laughing about stuff that's probably not funny.
iv.
i don't want it to rain anymore.
used to, i liked the rain,
because if i squinted, all the lines would be blurred.
now, i
"stop me if you've heard this one before" by MisfitableGrae

<sub>Suggester says: "A poem that takes
a stunning glance into existential crises,
pain, and brokenness."


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
BlessingMy father strangled a bird
quietly, calm as gravity,
there in the garden. He bent
as if praying to the torqued wing
reddening his hand.
The night hunkered down on the screaming
wildness, on the kicking legs, the abrupt
and awe-filled silence. I watched him
watch the beak open, close,
like rippling lake water.
I loved him, the mercy
of his heavy knuckles, the kindly
indifferent expression.
He closed the beak like a priest
closes the eyes.
Blessing by saartha

_{Morbid, yet beautiful; sometimes the cruel
thing is the merciful thing.}

Prose

_{Featured by xlntwtch}

Music Can Have a Great Influence on the Weak Minded by ShadowedAcolyte

<sub>This is flash fiction fantasy at its finest.
Description, dialogue and the protagonist's personality
work together to make a story one hopes will be continued soon.


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
Write What You Know
Once upon a time, a young woman was so in love with books that she decided she wanted to become a writer so she, too, could create loveable stories. She read everything she could about writing. Then, one day, she found herself in a book store where she bumped into an old man among the shelves. Turning to apologize, she discovered it was a venerable, much-loved author.
As soon as she could find her voice to speak, she said, "Oh, sir! I know you are very busy, and so I would just like to ask you one small question: what is the best piece of advice you have for a beginning writer?"
The old man smiled and said, "Certainly, young lady. In fact, I will write it down for you."  He took out a small slip of paper and a pen and jotted something down. Then he handed the paper to her.
She thanked him profusely and moved out of his way so he could go about his business. Then she looked at the little paper in her hand. She frowned.
"Write what you know."
Well she was very disappointed. In fact, it m
Write What You Know by TheBrassGlass

_{An amusing, thoughtful and much-needed story
that all aspiring writers should read for inspiration.}



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