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Running Silent, Running Deep
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Full Burn
Kaz got close enough to town for broadband wireless access before hunkering down in a culvert under the roadway. His suit's AI ran the standard duck and cover protocols, scouring for low-security funding resources, supplies available for autonomous delivery, and shelter that could be counted on to be quiet for the couple of days he needed to regrow his broken bits and replenish his fuel reserves. Within a few minutes an independent credit bureau had been breached, six adjacent rooms on two floors of a motel secured, and half a dozen delivery orders placed, each for substantial quantities of food. Late on a Friday, there shouldn't be anyone
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An Open Letter To All You Creators
An open letter to all you creators, Yes, you - you know who you are. You photographers, painters, writers, music-makers, sculptors, thespians, you who allow the rest of us to see the world for a moment through your eyes, hear through your ears, feel what you feel. Thank you. You're a constant reminder that, in the midst of all that's wrong in the world, there's more that's beautiful. Don't underestimate your contribution to the world.
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Serenity
Fū-jiin sat cross-legged on a mat before a low table, on which rested a bonsai tree nearly half a meter across its canopy, and nearly a quarter of that tall. He rotated the tree barely a degree at a time on its mag-lev base, pausing at each mark to study, and very rarely to make a cut, collecting the tiny fragments on a white handkerchief at his side. The tree was as old as Fū-jiin himself, and both bore centuries of scar tissue, energy wounds the tree was exfoliating over time in his patient care, thickened stripes of shiny flesh that seemed to bind his own self together like twine. Outside he could sense booted feet sinking into
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Nathan, In Acquisitions
"Manhattan?" the man asks, pulling out the chair across from her before pausing, "May I?" as an apparent afterthought. He sits down without waiting for an answer and waves towards the waiter. "Two more of these", gesturing to her drink on the table between them. Nadia's momentarily speechless. Her expected date had just stood her up via text message, and she was planning on drinking this one off on her own. "You look a little down," he takes off his white woven fedora and flicks the brim absently before setting it on the chair beside him. There was something about his expression that was captivating, his eyes alight, and she struggled to f
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Best Be Sure
Mersion stayed off the open streets, choosing to pick a much more demanding path through the cratered homes and rubble where the bombs had fallen. His progress was further impaired by the amount of meat that he'd lost from his body. Blade wounds, projectile weapons, and shrapnel from close proximity explosions had cost him many kilos of flesh and were severely impeding his progress. He hunched over his useless left leg, one hand plunged through what remained of the muscle to pinch a severed artery off against the bone, his fingers clenched tightly around the femur just above the knee, trapping the throbbing vessel. He shuffled this way bet
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Focal Point
Sebastian stood in the middle of the living room, basking in the late afternoon sunshine. Rays scythed through the walls of glass, catching random dust particles and lighting them, like so many flecks of stardust. He felt the polished barnboard floor, warm beneath his bare feet, and the gentle breeze easing through the open patio doors. Outside, stretched on a lounger was Dorothy, propped up on pillows, reading a book. The dogs lay around her, golden coats shot with white, once unstoppable balls of youth and energy, now quiet companions content to merely exist in her company. She was beautiful, grey hair, laugh lines, eyes that could hold a
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Scale Tipping
Ten kilometers out we dropped to below a hundred meters, sea-skimming and churning the water behind us as we split the night. We made landfall and proceeded to fly nap-of-the-earth inland down the mouth of what once would have been a raging river, now a dry dusty wound in the landscape. Outside the cockpit the canyon walls loomed above us, leaning in as if to try to block out the sky, to swallow us. If there were any threats, they'd come from up there. In this chasm cut into the surface, our presence would only be known by the thundering rush of the air we displaced. Unless we slipped, caught a wall or misjudged a change in elevation, then t
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AOK
In a world seemingly filled with hate and random acts of violence. Love, and commit your own random acts of kindness.
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Elephant Shoes
I stand in the doorway, an invisible force for the moment stopping me from going any further. Arthur, ever the watchful companion, lifts his head and looks right at me, ears perked up, tail wagging, gently thump-thump-thumping against the bedspread. She sleeps. With feet like lead, I manage the distance from the door to the edge of the bed, where I stop again, rooted. This is as close I will get. I thought I'd forgotten the gentle curve of her cheekbones, her hair absently tucked behind her ear even when she sleeps. The slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the way she tucks the duvet in between her knees. I can almost smell her ha
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Retroactive Futurism
Jodi pushed open Jane's door, knocking while it was already swinging inwards and waited until it had closed behind her before speaking. "Next Tuesday at quarter past noon he'll have stopped Bob McKibbon's heart." The announcement was followed by a left-handed flick of fingers down her right forearm towards Jane's desktop, the bits of data that comprised the intel briefing making the leap across the office to the mid-air display where it hovered for review. "Christ, that's the third one of these this quarter," Jane scanned the document top to bottom, making notes in an action plan as she went. "We're going to have to go back a few years on t
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Full Burn
Kaz got close enough to town for broadband wireless access before hunkering down in a culvert under the roadway. His suit's AI ran the standard duck and cover protocols, scouring for low-security funding resources, supplies available for autonomous delivery, and shelter that could be counted on to be quiet for the couple of days he needed to regrow his broken bits and replenish his fuel reserves. Within a few minutes an independent credit bureau had been breached, six adjacent rooms on two floors of a motel secured, and half a dozen delivery orders placed, each for substantial quantities of food. Late on a Friday, there shouldn't be anyone
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An Open Letter To All You Creators
An open letter to all you creators, Yes, you - you know who you are. You photographers, painters, writers, music-makers, sculptors, thespians, you who allow the rest of us to see the world for a moment through your eyes, hear through your ears, feel what you feel. Thank you. You're a constant reminder that, in the midst of all that's wrong in the world, there's more that's beautiful. Don't underestimate your contribution to the world.
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Serenity
Fū-jiin sat cross-legged on a mat before a low table, on which rested a bonsai tree nearly half a meter across its canopy, and nearly a quarter of that tall. He rotated the tree barely a degree at a time on its mag-lev base, pausing at each mark to study, and very rarely to make a cut, collecting the tiny fragments on a white handkerchief at his side. The tree was as old as Fū-jiin himself, and both bore centuries of scar tissue, energy wounds the tree was exfoliating over time in his patient care, thickened stripes of shiny flesh that seemed to bind his own self together like twine. Outside he could sense booted feet sinking into
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Nathan, In Acquisitions
"Manhattan?" the man asks, pulling out the chair across from her before pausing, "May I?" as an apparent afterthought. He sits down without waiting for an answer and waves towards the waiter. "Two more of these", gesturing to her drink on the table between them. Nadia's momentarily speechless. Her expected date had just stood her up via text message, and she was planning on drinking this one off on her own. "You look a little down," he takes off his white woven fedora and flicks the brim absently before setting it on the chair beside him. There was something about his expression that was captivating, his eyes alight, and she struggled to f
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Best Be Sure
Mersion stayed off the open streets, choosing to pick a much more demanding path through the cratered homes and rubble where the bombs had fallen. His progress was further impaired by the amount of meat that he'd lost from his body. Blade wounds, projectile weapons, and shrapnel from close proximity explosions had cost him many kilos of flesh and were severely impeding his progress. He hunched over his useless left leg, one hand plunged through what remained of the muscle to pinch a severed artery off against the bone, his fingers clenched tightly around the femur just above the knee, trapping the throbbing vessel. He shuffled this way bet
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Focal Point
Sebastian stood in the middle of the living room, basking in the late afternoon sunshine. Rays scythed through the walls of glass, catching random dust particles and lighting them, like so many flecks of stardust. He felt the polished barnboard floor, warm beneath his bare feet, and the gentle breeze easing through the open patio doors. Outside, stretched on a lounger was Dorothy, propped up on pillows, reading a book. The dogs lay around her, golden coats shot with white, once unstoppable balls of youth and energy, now quiet companions content to merely exist in her company. She was beautiful, grey hair, laugh lines, eyes that could hold a
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Scale Tipping
Ten kilometers out we dropped to below a hundred meters, sea-skimming and churning the water behind us as we split the night. We made landfall and proceeded to fly nap-of-the-earth inland down the mouth of what once would have been a raging river, now a dry dusty wound in the landscape. Outside the cockpit the canyon walls loomed above us, leaning in as if to try to block out the sky, to swallow us. If there were any threats, they'd come from up there. In this chasm cut into the surface, our presence would only be known by the thundering rush of the air we displaced. Unless we slipped, caught a wall or misjudged a change in elevation, then t
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AOK
In a world seemingly filled with hate and random acts of violence. Love, and commit your own random acts of kindness.
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Elephant Shoes
I stand in the doorway, an invisible force for the moment stopping me from going any further. Arthur, ever the watchful companion, lifts his head and looks right at me, ears perked up, tail wagging, gently thump-thump-thumping against the bedspread. She sleeps. With feet like lead, I manage the distance from the door to the edge of the bed, where I stop again, rooted. This is as close I will get. I thought I'd forgotten the gentle curve of her cheekbones, her hair absently tucked behind her ear even when she sleeps. The slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the way she tucks the duvet in between her knees. I can almost smell her ha
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Retroactive Futurism
Jodi pushed open Jane's door, knocking while it was already swinging inwards and waited until it had closed behind her before speaking. "Next Tuesday at quarter past noon he'll have stopped Bob McKibbon's heart." The announcement was followed by a left-handed flick of fingers down her right forearm towards Jane's desktop, the bits of data that comprised the intel briefing making the leap across the office to the mid-air display where it hovered for review. "Christ, that's the third one of these this quarter," Jane scanned the document top to bottom, making notes in an action plan as she went. "We're going to have to go back a few years on t
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Withering
I never knew the numbers that consumed you. You calculated pounds and sizes and calories in the silence of your head, and by the time I realised what you were doing the habit was rooted as deeply as your bones. I offered you silent support, because I had nothing more to give you, and because it was the best I’d ever had from you. It was far too late when I learned you needed more than silence. Far too often, I’d missed my chance to speak: because I was slow to see what was happening, slow to hear your cries for help; because I thought you must know best, as always; because I was afraid to misstep, to overstep, to risk your ire; a
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on this day, the sirens cried
May 28, 1999: I refuse to die even if it kills me . even if this Midwest lightning reminds me of soft hands and foreign lands I can only understand when my eyes are burning . even if this little ant clinging to my wrist like my fists to a frayed bib at 8:36 suddenly stops squirming . because today the sirens cried and it was almost like God had arrived to hold me one last time and pull His final goodbye , pointing to the point of my knife . and on this day the sirens cried but my clingy little ant didn't seem much to mind , didn't flinch as I held her one last time and said goodbye , setting the knife down and leaving it there
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The Ghost of You - 14 July 2017
Every night, the summer air was like wine, but they drank wine anyway. And drunk on the wine, but mostly each other, they shared touches and kisses and scrapes from the shingles when they climbed up onto each other’s roofs so their parents wouldn’t find them. In their later years, they try not to remember.
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A heart to appreciate time
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Ye Olde Lit Feature
You know how an artist's most recent work is always their best?  And how nothing worthwhile was created until a few years ago? Wait, that doesn't sound quite right... For this feature, I've dusted off some older DA Literature.  It was fun to rediscover old favorites as well as older work by writers who I didn't discover until recently.  Each of these stories and poems are at least 5 years old. Enjoy this baker's dozen of literature from yesteryear, brought to you as part of the Literature Community Block Party. :thumb311972009: :thumb111977416: :thumb436010817: :thumb447802005: :thumb150674352: :thumb476858117: :thumb411472866: :thumb293
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CLOSED - Flash Forward Fiction Contest 3019
This contest is CLOSED to entries! Thanks to everyone who entered! The official judging period begins now. While we wait for the judges to complete their scoring and winners to be announced, please check out the entry gallery! :ufo: :ufo: :ufo: Bathing. Fixing a broken toilet. Dental appointments. Cooking or preparing food. Keeping pets. Seeing a therapist. Going to concerts. Buying or building a house. Burying the dead. Getting to work or getting fired. Serving in the military, or returning to civilian life. Observing religion. Sex. These sorts of things - and more - are what this contest is about. We'll be asking you to imagine everyday
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The Clown-Nose Writer
Unless your OC is a circus clown and you want to sound like one (and maybe not even then), examine your work carefully for Red Noses. Can you believe it? Agents, publishers and readers have the gall to judge your work by the silliest of things. Like how many times you use words that are not words, or the number of ways you use words incorrectly. I call them Red Noses. These are some of the most common. But don’t stop here. Do some research of your own. WORDS THAT ARE NOT WORDS 
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It used to be a word. In the 13th Century. Give it up already. I’d only consider using it in dialogue, if I want the person speaki
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Kaz got close enough to town for broadband wireless access before hunkering down in a culvert under the roadway. His suit's AI ran the standard duck and cover protocols, scouring for low-security funding resources, supplies available for autonomous delivery, and shelter that could be counted on to be quiet for the couple of days he needed to regrow his broken bits and replenish his fuel reserves. Within a few minutes an independent credit bureau had been breached, six adjacent rooms on two floors of a motel secured, and half a dozen delivery orders placed, each for substantial quantities of food. Late on a Friday, there shouldn't be anyone
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Flash Forward Fiction Contest 3019
Have you entered the Flash Forward Fiction Contest 3019 contest yet? If you haven't, get on it! Follow the link to the original journal below. "Bathing. Fixing a broken toilet. Dental appointments. Cooking or preparing food. Keeping pets. Seeing a therapist. Going to concerts. Buying or building a house. Burying the dead. Getting to work or getting fired. Serving in the military, or returning to civilian life. Observing religion. Sex. These sorts of things - and more - are what this contest is about. We'll be asking you to imagine everyday life in a typical situation, through the point of view of your main character...One thousand years f
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Remembering Rosella 'Rosie' Douglas-Lewis, leyghan
Remembering Rosella P Douglas-Lewis, leyghan (https://www.deviantart.com/leyghan) who passed away a year ago today - Tuesday, January 30, 2018 at the age of 41 from a bilateral pulmonary embolism at her home in St. Kitts. I hope the universe is treating you well Rosie, wherever you are. :heart:
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Freedom of Speech
From xkcd "I can't remember where I heard this, but someone once said that defending a position by citing free speech is sort of the ultimate concession; you're saying that the most compelling thing you can say for your position is that it's not literally illegal to express."
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DiablaDeLasFloresHobbyist General Artist
Of all the people, why you? Which is to say, I have no idea what happened, but apparently you weren't on my watch list any longer. I have remedied the problem...and am now wondering who else I've lost, and how...
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DiablaDeLasFloresHobbyist General Artist
For sure! You're the last person I'd drop.
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AcerbicalProfessional General Artist
Hello SRSmith  and welcome home!! 

Thank you for joining the family of artists here at :icontheartistlounge:. We are eager to see your display of skill and talent and have it showcased in the Group! If you have any questions feel free to message us, and don't forget to check out the Group's rules. 
Again, we say WELCOME HOME!  Cheers and Applause - NaNoEmo Day 8 by Ridley126

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Thanks for the warm welcome!
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Thank you for the watch.  I'll be back to read more. :)