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Sea Bible Genesis 1-3 by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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Sea Bible Genesis 1-3

Genesis 1 The ocean waves cradled and carried the sea otter as it balanced the sea urchin on its furry chest. In its mind, the otter saw a rock of the perfect size and shape to smash the urchin's tough carapace. This rock did not exist, but numerous others littered the beaches and seafloor, all of which could easily stand in for the ideal. Yes, the sea otter visualized its perfect rock. Men dozing on the beach conjured their own visions of the perfect woman, to each man his own. Some of these phantom women were strikingly beautiful, others surprisingly plain. Some of them lived only to give pleasure. Others took all pleasure for themselves,

The Window Washer 1 by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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The Window Washer 1

The window-washer began to think of his life since graduation from high school. He had refused to follow his parents in their chosen profession: cashiers. He had insisted that he would find something better for himself. So, here he was, two years later, and his summer window-washing job had become full-time. He was Charles, the window washer. It hadn’t been his parents’ fault that he had ended up this way; they had warned him to stay in the safe zone, the store. It wasn’t his teachers’ fault, they had warned him, too. It must have been his fault that he became a full-time window-washer. Still, what had stopped him from t

Space Opera, Part 1 by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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Space Opera, Part 1

Cytel awoke with a start, a sort of shudder that started at his ears and ended at his fingers. He jerked his torso upright, but his bloodshot eyes were still only half-opened. The noise outside his room was deafening. Cytel braced himself and rose from the beige bed-sheets. He crossed the room and opened the flimsy, plastic door. There was a racket of screams, shouting, and thing breaking, wooden things, glass things, plastic things. Utter chaos described the sight that met Cytel’s eyes as he stared from the doorway. Stocky, grey-clad men were laying waste to the sparsely-furnished lobby of the cheap flophouse. Cytel came to full awaren

A Winter in the City- 1 by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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A Winter in the City- 1

The Broken Bottles Gang attacked us that winter. They had come every year for the past seven. They always attacked when their food ran low. The raids usually followed the same pattern: they stole food and some weapons before being beaten back. This time, it was much worse. Like other Gangs, the Broken Bottles built nothing, only inhabiting the ruins they controlled. They were uncultured and honorless. The Gang was not even known for its weapons; using only spears and slings, instead of the crossbows and bombs that are common. The only thing that made the Broken Bottles a threat to us was their ferocity; they had destroyed several better-equi

Autumn to Spring by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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Autumn to Spring

It was early in the afternoon, and the old woman had nearly finished washing her load of clothing in the stream. Her hands, though thickly callused and red from the cold water, worked smoothly, so long used to the task. Her face, too, was red from both cold and exertion. As she stooped to bring another article to the water, she heard the approach of voices, of steps. They walked together hand-in-hand across the frosty ground, young and free from work, speaking softly to each other. The dry leaves on the trees mimicked the rustling of their feet through the stubble of the fields. Once the pair of lovers reached the banks of the stream, they s

Refuse by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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Refuse

It was barely a whisper, stealthily felling the silence that had reigned for the past hour. He was so quiet in calling me that I couldn’t have been more surprised if he had shouted. I couldn’t see his face from where he stood, at the top of the stairs, and I hadn’t recognized the voice, but he wore a janitor’s uniform, making him my supervisor by default. “Yes?” I whispered in return, my throat dry. In one hand I clutched a garbage bag half-full with filthy paper towels, the fruits of the day’s labor. He waved his hand slowly, motioning for me to come closer. I couldn’t see his eyes. I thought that th

Out from Under You by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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Out from Under You

When I was four, my grandparents’ house started sinking into Halfway Bay. It was a slow process, but it started with a bang. I was playing in the front yard when a horrible sound of sliding stone hit me. A four-inch-wide crack had split the ground in front of me, leaving the house separated from the rest of the land. My grandmother was busy removing the blooms from the annuals when the yard split. She jumped up and ran to me when the ground broke. “Are you all right?” she gasped. “Yes,” I said. I was fine. It was grandma that didn’t look all right. Her face was too pale and she was breathing hard. I thought s

First Day Out by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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First Day Out

“Can you hear me, Ed 8?” The white plastic eyelids lifted, revealing two camera lenses. The arms lifted from the steel torso. Tiny squeaks emanated from the rubber wheels on which the robot was mounted. A synthesized voice echoed out from the speaker that served as a mouth. “Yes.” “There’s the annoying voice. I’ve got to do something about that.” Muttered Mike to himself. “What was that?” “Nothing, Ed. I am your creator. My name is Mike.” “He-llo, Mike.” “You listen to me, okay?” “O-kay, Mike.” “Now, I’ve given you a lot of the program

Fading Flag by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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Fading Flag

My brother worked in Leningrad Building ships at one-nine-three When he was sent to fight the war A black wind hit the trees Red dye on a fading flag High beneath the mountain sun Green tanks rolling, dusty streets Green uniforms, black guns His letters came in twos and threes Black ink stained almost every word The wind blew stronger every day And scared away the birds He wrote of death in Faisabad And took an ear at Delaram Saw his friends fall one-by-one All the way to Pakistan Grim enemies, green holy books Bearded men upon the ridge A bullet’s call, a blessing made My brother on the bridge He lost an eye in Kanda

In brooks of glass by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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In brooks of glass

In brooks of glass that feed clear lakes Under the shade of willow trees There swim the fish of northern lands That dart to catch the beams of light. Beneath these glowing summer-fish The willow-roots lie undisturbed Gently curled about the prows Of sunken ships that lie in wait For halcyon days that can’t return When Vikings fought with sword and axe And on the ocean waves did ride And sank the ships with anchor hooks And ramming prows that now lie dull Amongst the bones of northern men. Below even these wat’ry graves Tight-wrapped in Gaia’s stony arms So much like roots of Yggdrasil Entangled Gods and Goddess

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The Window Washer 1 by TheLightsWentOutIn99, literature

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TheLightsWentOutIn99

Dec 5, 2010

Deviant Feature #5: Elmara

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Elmara (https://www.deviantart.com/elmara) 'Versus..' http://fav.me/d1ipqq6 Within the first two stanzas I thought that this poem was about the legendary ordeals prospective students have to undergo at the gates of Buddhist monasteries. I wasn't wrong. Straight-forward yet interesting, this poem provides a nice respite from all-too-abstract wanderings through poetry. 'The Line of a Thigh' http://fav.me/d1kurmv I'm not usually a fan of found poetry. I've read enough cramped matter-of-fact newspaper articles constricted further, until they feel

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TheLightsWentOutIn99

Dec 5, 2010

Features

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1) Be one of the first 10 people commenting on this journal entry, and I will add you to the list. 2) Each of the first 10 people will have his or her avatar featured, along with the three deviations I like most from his or her gallery. 3) If you are one of the ten to be featured, you'll have to feature other deviants in your journal, in much the same way. If you'd like, you can add me to the list, but I don't find this necessary for my own participation. The spirit of this is not to get everyone free features, but to "spread the word" about good art. The List: 1) Dhampir72 (https://www.deviantart.com/dhampir72) (as requested in her journal) DONE! http://thelightswentou

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TheLightsWentOutIn99

Nov 30, 2010

Deviant Feature #4: Ljudska

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Ljudska (https://www.deviantart.com/ljudska) The Fly http://fav.me/d28humi This shot makes the robber fly look almost cute, with those blank, staring eyes and long, gangly limbs. Don't be fooled. Robber flies consume their prey by stabbing them and injecting enzymes into their quickly-liquidized insides. They're like Russian ex-apparatchiks in the early 1990s! Cockroach 01 http://fav.me/dq05ji This cockroach looks quite at home next to the dusty vent. The yellow/red of the picture adds a creep factor to the cockroach that extends beyond the thought of it crawling all over you while you sleep. The focus of the cockroa

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Nov 22, 2018

www.change.org/p/shigeru-miyam… help bring daisy to be in main games after being playable in super mario run it's time to spread the word for 25k supports