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He looked up from his chemistry notes to see her staring at him intently from across the table. She sat with her hands clasped around a cup of dandelion tea, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning bright red over the white china rim.“Do you ever stop and think,” she said, slowly and purposefully, “that you could have been a binder?”He looked down at the binder in his hands. She’d been staring at his notes, not at him. “Sorry, what?” he said, slightly annoyed.“Just think. Your body is made of billions of atoms. What was the probability those exact atoms would come together to make you ?”“Your point being?”She sipped pensively at her tea. “Wel...

Strength by CatharticDistraction, literature

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Strength

My grandfather was the strongest man I ever met. If you’ve ever seen someone on TV perform some superhuman feat of strength and thought that it wasn’t real, you’ve never met my grandfather. I have seen him rip a telephone book in half. He reached his full height of 6”4’ at the age of fourteen, and by the age of fifteen he had left school to work in the metal works. No one thought twice about it, because he was more than capable of the work and looked older than he was.I am not strong. My joints frequently hurt, although I do not think I can convey to you how much of an understatement the word ‘hurt’ is in this situation. Most people didn’t...

VI by AvisWing, literature

Literature

VI

I. Today I am Vanilla tea on balmy days when the air is still fresh with the scent of cicadas and mown grass baked in the sun clippings stuck to your feet as you track them inside and onto the covers as you curl up beside her in bed curtains shading the room and it’s near too hot to drink tea at all II. ...

Seafoam by SilverInkblot, literature

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Seafoam

Seafoam is the hush of the ocean, the glossy paint on your car, the gleam in your eyes. It's the ruffle of parchment in the glove compartment of your susurrating '57 Thunderbird as we leave the last rumble of brontide behind on a salt-crushed highway. Traces of powdered sugar noses and mint milkshake lips were cold reminders of warm nostalgic days when summer could melt the tarmac like my bones under your gaze.

Wings of Hope by betwixtthepages, literature

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Wings of Hope

intuition bird, sing bright the dawn as blooming secrets fall soft on mosaic stones; our gentle vines creep wild as wind,a wandering metamorphosis:winter caterpillar, spring cocoon,summer wings twinged and falling into flowers before reinventing destinyharmony garden, keep parched and persevering;this world will stop one dayto water the seeds with why, and was, and maybe someday could be--for now, nature watches quietas sun-dust butterflies collect drifting souls like wishing stars

Found Fossil by YppleJax, literature

Literature

Found Fossil

At the southwest corner of a suburban housing development, a small untamed wood thrives, not trimmed and planned and manicured like everything around it. But it seems to hunch slightly, as if it knows its wildness is a facade, only reluctantly allowed out of some sentimental impulse, and at any second it might be chainsawed into proper order at the whim of the association.Still, if you walked all the way to the center, where a small stream flowed in the gentle shade, you could imagine yourself miles away from civilization. That was part of the reason June came here. She was sitting cross-legged at the base of an oak, furiously sketchi...

Rediscovery by haphazardmelody, literature

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Rediscovery

It's not that I am expanding the realm your fingers can tread, retraining my skin as it were to respond favorably to your touch;it's that I am rediscovering you. I am remembering just the way my nerves calm when you roughen my skin with your sanded fingers. I am stuttering my pulse quiet when your breath hitches mine, and I am curling doubt and regret from my heels to your careful palms. You cradlemy chest to yours, the peace caresses the pain, and somehow we step from today to tomorrow.

The Ozymandias Principle (Sandbox Jenga) by akrasiel, literature

Literature

The Ozymandias Principle (Sandbox Jenga)

Ginny always had a penchant for destroying things.At the age of four, she was introduced to blocks (perhaps a devastating mistake on her preschool teacher’s part.) The brightly-colored wooden shapes held a certain fascination for her. While her classmates took a simple childish glee in building things up and knocking them down again, Ginny looked on their ways with disdain. She would carefully create an elaborate structure, and pull out all the key pieces until only a bare framework was left, shivering on the edge of collapse. Then she would tap on just one, or blow on it with her mouth, and the whole skeleton would come crumbling down.Her...

Thirty Three Percent by UntamedUnwanted, literature

Literature

Thirty Three Percent

"What are you doing?""I thinkI finally figured out percentages.""We learnt those in the third grade.""Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life.""And you know how to use them in real life now?""Eighty four percent.""What's that?""That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids.""That's not fair! You're taller than me!""Fifty two percent.""Is that how much taller than me you are?""No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it.""Very funny.""Twenty three percent.""Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?""That's the percentage of times ...

i had an out-of-body experience. by laurotica, literature

Literature

i had an out-of-body experience.

I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one.Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA. I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars. My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could.Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula.NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I couldn’t do it. The space...

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Mel Finefrock is the author of Patchwork Poetry and is in search of a home for book two. She has received creative writing awards from the University of North Texas and the Coalition of Texans with Disabilities. Her work also appears in publications such as HuffPost, Elephant Journal, Conscious Style Guide, Plano Magazine and Aromatica Poetica.

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John Bramblitt, a blind painter

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Pentatonix, Green Tones, the Nor'easters, Sara Bareilles, Jason Mraz, Boyce Avenue, Sleeping at Last, the Lovebirds, Pseudo Future, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Halestorm, Nothing More

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Andrea Gibson, Rudy Francisco, Megan Falley, Val Vera, Amanda Lovelace, Amanda Gorman, Taylor Mali, Tad Williams, Rick Riordan, Amie Kaufman, Jay Kristoff, Andy Weir, Melissa Caruso

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Braille and my imagination

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hopeburnsblue

Jun 12, 2022

Checking In

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Hi, everyone, It's been so long. I miss connecting with you all and supporting each other's work. As many of you know, I am legally blind and use my computer with the aid of screen reading software. Unfortunately, the new Deviant Art platform is not currently compliant with accessibility guidelines. I was able to hobble along for a while, but screen reader compatibility has continued to deteriorate. I am in dialogue with dA's developers about this and am hopeful things will turn around, but it could be a while. As such, I wanted to let you know I'm writing again and am directing the flow of content to my Facebook author page for now. Hope to connect with you there, and hope to be back here soon. Warmly, Mel https://www.facebook.com/melfinefrockpoetry

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Mar 30, 2019

Oops! :doh: I've never been so late seeing a DD. These past few weeks have been busy both in good and bad ways, so I just logged back on yesterday. Thank you, @JessaMar, for featuring "Between the Lines"; I'm truly honored. :heart:

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Mar 6, 2019

Hi, friends! A few of my pieces have been moved to storage temporarily because they took a trip to online magazine, Aromatica Poetica, as part of its Blind Writers Project. Many thanks to AP and the Awesome Foundation for making this feature possible...

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