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Beyond the Mist by iridiana, literature

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T936126/JR by iridiana, literature

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T936126/JR

We're laid out on the porch, breathing in cool air and watching the sky slowly drown in its own fire. There's a silence between us, but somehow it feels different: sticky and caught up, like the words in her throat. She's been running over the creases of the paper in her hands as though in prayer, folding and unfolding, but never quite finding the courage to lay the whole thing bare between us. It ain't like one of those trashy bits of paper spiralling on the breath of the wind. No. This one's different. I get the sense that even if we tossed it, it'd be way too heavy to travel further than the spaces between our ribs. "Dear Mrs. [surname],"

No Words by iridiana, literature

Icarus by iridiana, literature

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Icarus

I honestly thought you were going to kiss me, as we nestled together: the fire of building 32 engulfing the brickwork across the street - black smoke billowing into the empty sky. It was November, and there was a harsh chill to the air, despite the brightness and clarity of the day. The flames had blossomed during lunchtime, flourishing like the deadly, exotic bloom of a foreign flower. Winter had settled into the bones of the street long ago; all the other greenery falling into quiet senescence. The naked flames drew us to the window where we huddled together, entranced by the undulating striptease before us. You were six years younger than

Speech Marks by iridiana, literature

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The Knowledge of Ignorance by iridiana, literature

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The Knowledge of Ignorance

Bent beneath the glow of hollowed lamplight, curled within the belly of science, I ate and slept and lived; roamed pathology books for your monster – pen poised, a sword. Snuck molecular structures, ripe with their knowledge, like thin, fragile veins of fruit from Eden's branches. Reality is difficult to chew and harder still to swallow, but I searched for you – I searched, I searched. Each diagram a struggle to digest, concepts sticking to my teeth. Pages of medical books peeled into my mind like paper leaves, lining the walls and floors of this labyrinth. Days fell from the calendar and the sky siphoned into memory, unnoticed. I

Echoes by iridiana, literature

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Echoes

Here is what I have learnt: pressed against the cavern of the right ventricle and scrawled beneath the pulmonary artery impressed upon the atria, and entwined between the chordae tendineae are imprints of you. Here is what I have learnt: buried like treasures, amongst myelinated neurones flowing like ribbons of sound and colour from the hippocampus peering just beneath the surface of consciousness, and into the vast prism of my dreams are ghosts of you. Here is what I have learnt: carved into every muscle and engraved into every bone, etched below the dermis into an empty, fingerless hand and forever to the inside of my eyes

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Beyond the Mist by iridiana, literature

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Published Fiction by iridiana, literature

T936126/JR by iridiana, literature

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T936126/JR

No Words by iridiana, literature

Icarus by iridiana, literature

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Icarus

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Echoes

Reflections I by iridiana, literature

Fiction Saved Her by iridiana, literature

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Fiction Saved Her

Folded in that world beneath the illness of a lightbulb sun, hands clammy, body blazing, limbs shivering together in disharmony. No one laughs in this ward. The medicine is oozing, an ominous black liquid, sticky and revolting. Nauseous, she turns, she turns. Soundlessly, the words take her. Sweet, alluring songstress of the sea, or cunning vampire of the night. It doesn't matter. Every other has a problem, a daunting dilemma to dissolve. But her? Here, observer only. Safe and free, and everlastingly painless. Every page a Revolution. Panacea, for the soul.

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The Problem With Mary Sue by PoesDaughter, literature

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The Problem With Mary Sue

I think with any characterization there’s a point where you empathize, no matter how much of a deviance his or her actions may be from your understanding of humanity. ~Benedict Cumberbatch Today, sports fans, I’d like to talk about a subject that is long overdue: the Mary Sue (or the male equivalent, Gary Stu). But before I can talk about her, I think I should define what I think she is. This is important because the webs are teeming with varying definitions, and my idea of what she is may not jive with other people’s; the definition I see most often calls to mind Mary Poppins – practically perfect in

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Charlie by 0hgravity, literature

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Charlie

I had a stalker. I didn't know his name but I'm sure he knew mine. I called him Charlie. He always had a camera hanging from his twig thick neck and he cradled it in his hands; a wispy finger stroking the shutter release. His dark brown hair was a curly mess and his shirts wrinkly and thin. He had the most perfect eyebrows, sweeping and gentle. He must have the most captivating eyes, I thought every time he'd glance my way. We'd never made eye contact. Charlie preferred it that way. He came into the bookstore once a week, not to watch me leaf through the used books or reach high to shelve the approved ones, but to actually browse them. He

urban ocean by consolecadet, literature

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urban ocean

The wet roads are my urban ocean. Some men see God in the break of foam-- I see God in the freeway. I see God in the spray off the backs of eighteen-wheelers hauling consumer garbage to southern Maine as I walk along the side with my boots soaked from puddles. The sea reflects the sky and Route 2 reflects the sky and the waves go shush, shush, and the cars go shush, shush and the clouds roll over, the clouds roll over. The wet roads are my urban ocean.

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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #21

Nov 28, 2012

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Daily Literature Deviations for October 2nd, 2012

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Artist // Student // Literature

United Kingdom
Deviant for 13 years
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I sometimes have the urge to just write, and write, and write. No promises on it being good writing, but hey.

I welcome all forms of critique. Whatever you feel, I'd love to hear your comments.