Daily Lit Recognition for March 2nd, 2015
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Featured by: AyeAye12
schadensomethinggod, do i miss -
and i level the words against my shoulder like a shotgun,
weigh the thought out on my tongue like teeth
- well. does it matter what i miss,
when none of my shots have ever hit the dead
of their plush-pumping targets? i miss, i miss,
god, do i miss. god, do i always fucking miss.
shaky fingers, if you ask me. weak wrists and hollow elbows
and wire-boned shoulders and broken ribs and rattling spine
and, and, and, and, and.
i've tried writing about people who aren't me for so long
that sitting down and pressing probablymy keys to the
letters feels as fake and scripted as it always has. i've
tried writing about people who aren't me for so long that
i've become yet another person who isn't me. i've tried,
and god, do i miss. pull up another target, paint the old
bulls-eye on, cover your ears. maybe this time -
maybe this -
maybe, maybe, maybe. and, and, and
i tilt whatever fake metaphor weapon i'm holding
up and under my chin like your fingers
(because of course, of
schadensomething by wish-sticks
Precise technical skill and careful word
choice makes for a brilliant poem.
Suggested by: SilverInkblot
Featured by: chromeantennae
Railroad CrossingShe loved him with all
of the subtlety of an
oncoming freight train.
Railroad Crossing by everystupidstar
Suggester says: A refreshing,
Featured by doodlerTM
Fig and Hazel at the Mall“Hmm,” Hazel said. “Let me see. That one.”
He pointed off somewhere over Fig's left shoulder. She licked her plastic fork, then stabbed it in her slightly mushy lo mein. “Hazel,” she said, “You know it's rude to point.”
Hazel grinned. On his boyish face, it was positively mischievous. “Okay, fine. The one in the blue top and short-shorts. With the purple Chuck Taylors.”
Fig twisted in her seat, unsubtly scanning the crowd on the other end of the food court. “You sure? She's got long hair.”
“My dear, dear Fig,” Hazel said, “You need to learn to let go of all these stereotypes. It's unbecoming.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Fig picked back up her fork, twirling a strand of lo mein like it was spaghetti. “I still don't see how you could think she's gay.”
“You're really going to question this?”
Fig and Hazel at the Mall by anapests-and-ink
A charming story about two
friends and their wacky relationship.
Suggested by: chromeantennae
Featured by: Naktarra
Sunsetting Mirrors Little Betty hated mirrors. This was a case noted often in Humans her age. Shadow doctors have prescribed the causes to be mainly centered around current social standards. Flaunting brittle bodies and paper-thin skin, Human females were expected to be wind-worthy by their thirteenth birthdays—and by wind-worthy, my dear little readers, I am referring to the capabilities of thin Forest-Shades and Cirrus-Shades who fly away at the merest gust of wind. Like a dandelion seedling, you understand?
The problem was that Humans can't fly on their own. Past attempts have proven to be most perilous, so they invented airships and parachutes to soothe their love for the sky. Girls like Little Betty, however, seemed to have no desire for travel of any sort. Why, then, were they so bent on shrinking themselves this extremely? Our tale today is about the Shadow wh
Sunsetting Mirrors by Tales-of-Tao
This is a really beautiful piece,
quite simply. It's excellent.
Featured by: Malintra-Shadowmoon
- Vous savez, je veux bien croire que c'est un animal placide et peu violent, qu'il se laisse facilement manipuler – même si, à vrai dire, j'ai un peu de mal. Mais en toute honnêteté, quand je vous ai dit que j'étais végétarien, je pensais que cela orienterait vos propositions vers quelque chose comme le lapin, ou le rat, pas vers le boa constrictor !
A ces mots un peu secs, le vendeur parut attristé. Baissant un peu la tête, il porta la main vers le cou - s'il était possible d'appeler ça un cou - du reptile comme pour le consoler... Celui-ci, tranquillement enroulé autour des épaules de l'homme, regarda les doigts se poser sur lui, en tirant la langue par intermittence. Quand mon interlocuteur releva enfin les yeux, je levai les miens au ciel.
- Vous m'aviez surtout dit que vous vous sentiez seul, et que vous vouliez un animal de compagnie. Je vous assure que vous n'aurez pas meilleure compagnie que ce serpent.
Ficelle by L-Arbre
>sub>A fantastic short story involving medieval
elements as well as Aztec Gods. Interesting
mixture and a pleasure to read.
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