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Some Are Domesticated

Some Are Wild


Critique "Like Math, but with No Numbers" You left no questions so I'll just give you my opinion about whatever strikes me. I don't think this story is too short or too long. It's just right. I like a story that presents word-pictures right away and doesn't spend a lot of time explaining everything....


Critique for "Um" You didn't leave any questions, and I'm operating on opinion only, but here we go into a short critique. 1. It's short because I see the need to advertise such a Society, excellently made into a business card that can go up on the 'fridge. I like the address you left for FB, and ho...

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The building was eerily quiet, as if all its inhabitants had taken vows of silence.

by TheOtherSarshi
endings and beginnings are only/changes played for keeps...

by maxnort
We met on an art website--you, me, and the Sprout.

by Solarcharm
Val's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain.

by ThatOneWriterGuy
Seaglass became your bones, brine your blood, and seashells melded into your skin.

by IrrevocableFate
The light coming through the window was bright, much too bright.

by prettyflour
Danny Boyd had two alibis -- both blonde, both nude, both dead. (cover copy)

by clarkdimond

Thanks to all who stop by and/or fave my work. You encourage me and I don't forget.

Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.
Silence does a better job.
  Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
  dystopias of lightI.
I had to build a house
for light, to accommodate
it: windows there, a hearth
here, lamps above.
I built a house for light to haunt.
Neon, the cities burn
at night and at day.
They gave up their skies
for electric light.
Fair is lovely.
Dark is a face upturned
to the light
becoming bowed.
Fair is lovely.
This is the way infidels are made.
1. You didn’t look away, full of faith.
2. The gods turned into light and blinded you.
Everything against this skin is light.
Drink? ; caught fermented
in a glass, turned this way and that,
turned treacherous, swallowing,
the light drowned you.
Sunlight made thirst in me.
I want to shed the skin that light made me
from fire, when I was clay.
‘Give us a light love,’
and I flicked the lighter alive.
Pale gold became burnt
at the edge of the cigarette.
My eyes became moths, caught.
Like a guillotine, light falls on you
and makes you known.

W4-D5- SelfLast year’s “Self” entry was little more than a pun-fest. Thinking on how I could top that, I realized I couldn’t. At least not tonight. My pun mind is down for maintenance.
Sitting here trying to come up with something to write about myself, I realized that is precisely what I have been doing these past three and half weeks. Combine last years journals to these and you should have a pretty decent picture of who I am. You know that I love puns and comic books; have two brothers and too many brother-in-laws; you know that I am married and have two kids; my father and mother in law live with us; you know my profession and can probably even figure out my political leanings.
I have used these journals as a way of exploring and remembering my past, to give those interested in reading them a little more knowledge of who I am and what I have done. Hopefully you have all enjoyed this journey as much as I have.
Some things you may not know is that I can be bribed with go
  Demonology 101“Afternoon, class,” the lanky professor said, his voice bored.  The doors slammed shut of their own accord after him, but did not lock.  The not locking was such a strange occurrence that it was the subject of intense discussion, at least until the professor—robed in red like all the teachers at the Academy—made it down the 99 Steps of Knowledge to the orchestra at the bottom of the amphitheatre.  Once there, he did not immediately begin a lecture, but instead began sorting notes on a table which obediently appeared for him.
The sound of shuffling papers echoed all the way to the top of the seats, and his students shuffled with them, most nervously.  No professor they had ever had so far had delayed their teachings this long.  They were all too in love with the subject material.
When at last he spoke again, it was still not to begin a lecture.  “Show of lights.  Who’s here for Demonology 101?” he asked, the sh
  Concrete and Glass Minutesthis heavy wait
pounds out the minutes
of falling buildings
the last minutes
concrete and glass minutes
papers, broken conduit
seconds of spark
fire, smoke wells
and up
a horizon thrusts
the unforgivingly
hard floor
of its collection
a human wind gathers
having escaped lungs
too quickly
to smell like fear
instead, it smells
more like why, or what
and it tastes impossible
like unstirred ingredients
powdered blood, ground rebar
half-digested tile
teeth bitten through
love trapped in words
that never made it out


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randomaxes Featured By Owner 1 day ago
thanks for adding my work to your favorites collection.
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You're amazing! Thank you! :heart:
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FireWorks by 0Josh0 It's time for me to celebrate by thanking you for :+fav:ing my poems "Memories of a Fish" & "little stirrings XI: wreckage". . . you are continuously awesome! la huggle 
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Thanks for the fave!
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Hello I'm Vattani and lilli suggested you as a good critique so please check out one of my stories!!!!!Bunny Emoji-80 (Pretty Please) [V4] 
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I just want you to know that I really do appreciate you spending the time and reading my posts.

Hope you're well!
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hello and a kind thank you for faving Concrete and Glass Minutes.  It's much appreciated.  :)
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Thank you so much for the fave of 'thursday [wood]'! :hug: 
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