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Fishbone by rizzerie, literature

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Fishbone

She walked among them, a goddess, and they showered her with gifts from the fields. Daisies and mint leaves were woven in the curls of her fine hair, and beads of fishbone and shell sparkled beneath the layers with each turn of her head. She brought them plentiful harvests each year, and in turn they were kind to her. She knew though, one day, the harvest would not be so plentiful, and they would sacrifice her... they'd think that she was of no use anymore. They would find a new goddess. Her only hope was to escape before that, but the guards they kept around her were watchfun. She waited, poised to run at the best opportunity.

From the Reaper by rizzerie, literature

Memoirs by rizzerie, literature

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Memoirs

I've belonged to a lot of people. I've been lost, found, given away, handed-down, sold, and purchased. I was once very nice, I remember. Weeks I'd spent, displayed beneath warm lights-- I've come to know that it is always light that gives that warmth that we feel from above, though I've never seen it myself. Ages it had seemed like, and finally, the day that my first owner took me home I felt like a king. And he had paid a king's price for me, as I recall. As he walked into a coldness, he fingered my softness and in his touch I felt kindness and pleasure. I pleased him. I loved him. The chill around us, I think, did not penetrate because he w

Even More Homeless by rizzerie, literature

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Even More Homeless

I lived in my car when we met-- backseat drowned in a sea of clothing, empty shampoo bottles, and a bag of everything I found to be of value. I was getting along just fine. No one knew and never would have, if you hadn't been so adamant about borrowing the damn thing. What you didn't understand is that you weren't just borrowing a car that day, you were borrowing my home. I seriously thought you'd be more responsible than this, and I thought I knew you better. Bottom line, it's still my fault for telling you, "Sure, just please be careful with it, it's all I have." But I didn't know that you weren't listening. You were headed out to meet so

Never a Dull Moment by rizzerie, literature

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Never a Dull Moment

They had been together for nearly seventy years. They had raised their children, and played with their grandchildren. Most would say that their lives together had been uneventful. Dave, though, could not seem to remember a single dull moment with Sharon. Now about to lose her, he wouldn't dare to trade those precious memories for anything. He sat by her hospital bed religiously for the last several weeks of her life. He was there as she took her last breath, and held her hand even after that for as long as they let him. He told stories to the doctors and nurses, as they started to roll her body away to transport to the funeral home. Still, n

The Scarecrow and His Mare by rizzerie, literature

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The Scarecrow and His Mare

His straw fingers scratched comfortably behind her ears as he settled into the saddle. She had never had a more light-weight rider. This comfort had made the miles go faster since they had left the farm behind them as it went up in smoke. All the years that Nilla and Scarecrow had worked there together, she had known him to be nothing but patient and kind to them all; except the crows. He had always hated the crows. One day, she knew they would find them together... the flock that had loosed flames from the sky over the fields, barns and buildings. Together, they would find them, and the flock would suffer.

Six Hours Left to Live by rizzerie, literature

Letter to my parents by rizzerie, literature

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Letter to my parents

Dear Mom and Dad, Mom, I'll start with you. First off, I have to say how disappointed I am. Mostly disappointed that I never got to be a kid when I was with you. You were the adult, why couldn't you have acted like the adult? No child should have to parent the parent, and you ought to feel ashamed of your behavior. You always talk about how we never went without. About how we always had the bare necessities that we needed, and a little extra for comfort. YOU may have had that, but you never actually provided for me. I remember when I was seven, and dad was in Korea, on a hardship tour away from us for the first time-- that was the worst yea

Dirty Religion by rizzerie, literature

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Dirty Religion

Once upon a time, she said; young minds traced rivers of vile rhetoric, disgorged from bellies of the innocent. Brittle onion-layers broke away-- brilliant cartography of imagined, fright-induced heavens and hells. She swore oaths: lies and violence in their eyes. No one truly dies, not even the evil but instead break their own bones eat their own flesh taste blood and hold warm, slick umbels to their mouths to suckle. Poor unfortunate, but they will not be pitied-- instead held to reckoning; eaten from the inside by their own wrongs.

At First Sight by rizzerie, literature

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At First Sight

His eyes raised, and his heart skipped miles away when he saw her face. Lips up-turned, eyes painted with turquoise and gleaming with joyous light. Tousled ends flitted round cheeks and ears-- touch-and-run. Blooms of pale primrose spread wild across her face and down down towards a chest not as breathless as his own. He struck out, an arrow nocked, pulled, and loosed. His aim did not falter. They were wed.

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Fishbone by rizzerie, literature

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From the Reaper by rizzerie, literature

Memoirs by rizzerie, literature

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Memoirs

Even More Homeless by rizzerie, literature

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Even More Homeless

Never a Dull Moment by rizzerie, literature

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Never a Dull Moment

The Scarecrow and His Mare by rizzerie, literature

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The Scarecrow and His Mare

Six Hours Left to Live by rizzerie, literature

Letter to my parents by rizzerie, literature

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Letter to my parents

Dirty Religion by rizzerie, literature

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Dirty Religion

At First Sight by rizzerie, literature

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At First Sight

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Even More Homeless by Tails-155, literature

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Even More Homeless

He's only nine. He lives in a middle class house. But short of that, he's alone. He has parents, yes A mother and a father who Don't really care To them he's been nothing but A nine year burden they didn't want But had never gotten rid of. Given the bare necessities for life He doesn't tell the kids at school Who pick on him for his hair His out-of-fashion clothes His height His weight After the walk home he says a feeble "hi mom, hi dad" As he creeps his way up the stairs Trying not to distract them from More important things. The TV channel changes. His door closes. He sits in his barren room at night A bed (of sorts

The End of the Rainbow by IceFarie, literature

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The End of the Rainbow

She's been looking for a while now, the end of that perfect time. She looks for it in the morning, when she's greeted by that warm smile. She looks for it in the evening, when she sees that face smile and kiss her hello. Constantly she is searching for the end, it feels almost inevitable, as perfection such as this is not meant to last, no one person is meant to be so happy for so long. Misery always creeps in to steal the good to keep the scales leveled. A heart to a feather and all that. So she looks for that end, days, weeks, months, and going on into years. Experience has taught her that these things never last. There are tough times and

Blind Winter Poetry Contest by ikazon, journal

Blind Winter Poetry Contest

Dec 20, 2011

The Blind Winter Poetry Contest With the winter comes a specific sense of appearance, be it snow, a frosty window and a fireplace, or blistering sun, the beach, and a cool drink. No matter where the location, the season brings a certain sense of familiarity...and we're challenging you to reconsider that familiar scene! The Prompt: The prompt, should you choose to take it on, is to write a poem about winter as you know it. The challenge, however, is that you can't use the sense of sight within the poem. Deprived of sight, you'll have to rely on your other four senses as a means of describing winter as you know it. The Rules: :snowflake: Only

the day we died by greenleo94, literature

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the day we died

It started when space imploded you pulled me back, landed me on the moon, so we could sit in the vacuum silence and watch suns spiral down to hell. You radiated, my minuscule flare, your worn heat baked my bones brittle, but it somehow made me stronger. - It ended when your eyes slid lateral, fractured feelings leaking out in tears; it was the first and last thing I ever saw again. This ridiculous happenstance, simple in its impossibility, was what broke us apart: While solar light is beautiful, it blinds when reflected by automobile metal.

Prompts by theWrittenRevolution, journal

Prompts

Jun 24, 2011

In November 2010, we posted a poll about it and discussed the idea with a lot of you, and at the start of the new year, we started posting writing prompts to inspire your writing ventures. What is a prompt? Some sort of theme or topic, a sentence or perhaps even a song or movie clip that would be designed to spark your creativity to write something about it. As of now, we're posting a prompt bi-weekly, but we're open to changing scheduling based on your feedback. Each new prompt will be submitted individually, while this blog will remain as an archive of previous prompts. Feel free to come back and be inspired by prompts that you may have mi

Some Lovers II by SilverInkblot, literature

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Some Lovers II

I died on a cold day, numbed fingers flexing, grasping at the last traces of embers withering in the grate. I died holding your hand, the hand I accidentally fractured when I pushed you too harshly near an edge and you flailed to find a more elegant way to fall and then I heard the scaphoid crack – but I didn't. I heard the cry first and the pain came later but you held my hand anyway. I died with my arms held over my head, pinned down to the sheets by your solid mass, fingers entwined with yours until I could no longer tell which bones were my own. I baked in the aftermath of the dying heat and fe

Some Lovers by SilverInkblot, literature

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Some Lovers

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Nov 26, 2011

A New Project

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The Rules: + List 11 things you want to say to 11 different people. + Don't say who they pertain to. + Feel free to comment, but don't confirm or answer anything. + Never discuss it again. This is apparently an older meme, but I recently grabbed it from SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot). Please note that this will not be nearly so poetic or well-written as SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot)'s. Here goes: 1. I still can't believe that five years of my life were wasted trying to make you happy. It's something you'll have to accomplish on your own. 2. So many conditions. Yours has always been a selfish love. 3. I have never met anyone so forgiving or so de

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rizzerie

Oct 26, 2011

I should be in Jail

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(x ) Smoked A Cigarette (x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex (x) Are / Been In Love (x ) Dumped someone (x ) Been In A Fist Fight (x ) Had A Crush On A Person Older Than You (x) Skipped Class (x ) Seen Someone / Something Die ( ) Had A Crush On One Of Your deviantart Friends (x) Been On A Plane ( x) Thrown Up From Drinking (x) Eaten Sushi ( x) Been in a Mosh Pit ( x) Been In An Abusive Relationship (x ) Taken Pain Killers ( x) Liked Someone Who You Can't Have ( ) Gone mudding ( ) Killed A Snake (x ) Stolen (x) Been cheated on (x) Been Misunderstood (x ) Been Suspended From School ( x) Had Detention (x) Been In A Car / Mo

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Oct 24, 2011

20/20 #2

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Words: up, laughter, arrow His eyes raised, and his heart skipped miles away when he saw her face. Lips up-turned, eyes painted with turquoise and gleaming with joyous light. Tousled ends flitted round cheeks and ears-- touch-and-run. Blooms of pale primrose spread wild across her face and down down towards a chest not as breathless as his own. He struck out, an arrow nocked, pulled, and loosed. His aim did not falter. They were wed.

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IndigoSkyes

Feb 11, 2012

I'm super late, but thank you so much for the watch!

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Feb 10, 2012

Thanks for the

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thank you for the fav!

jochannon

Oct 13, 2011

Hello, I am a publisher and I've figured out a way to pay writers for their stories, but not charge the readers to read them. Problem is: I need at least a thousand readers, so I'm looking for people to join my mailing list. Interested? Check out my journal with the details: [link]

rizzerie

Oct 13, 2011

Checked it out, and I like the concept.

SilverInkblot

Oct 11, 2011

Thank you for the devWatch