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doughboycafe

Received Daily Deviation April 4, 2012
_{Originally Featured by SilverInkblot}
Becoming BrianThe soldier coming up on him was swaying, limping, climbing wearily up the stony street towards the terrace. He walked like an old man, thought Brian Strong, though he was scarcely older than Brian himself. He dragged himself along, tripping over the cracks in the cobblestones, hauling behind him a filthy rucksack all covered in gray trench clay. Pausing by the café, the old boy took off his garrison cap and worried it between his black-tipped fingers.
"Well, hey," said Brian Strong. "Sit down and have a drink on me."
Regarding him for a moment, the soldier conceded and sat.
Brian Strong ran his hands over a perfectly polished uniform and propped his shiny-shoed feet up on the trumpet case under his table. The fellow soldier opposite him rested his head on his hand and, though his eyes seemed hollow, Brian thought with a good night's sleep and a shave he'd be right as rain. He looked like a man who had seen things, thought Brian, and done things. A worldly man. He saw now that t
Becoming Brian by doughboycafe

_{This is an evocative, powerful,
sad and yet with just the right touch
of hopeful to keep it from being
a depressing story, from beginning to end.
An absolutely wonderful work.}

sanglante-melodie

Received Daily Deviation April 14, 2012
_{Originally Featured by SilverInkblot}
The Stellar Void"Can you kill me, please?"
I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.
Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.
"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."
I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.
"Why?"
She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and leaf strewn sidewalks. A short breeze caused the dead landscaping out front to rustle gently but now, it seemed slightly ominous.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Her voice was hollow and even though she was turned away, I could sense the hint of disappointment.
Sighing, I sat on the other side of the bench. Pausing for a minute, I glanced up at the mos
The Stellar Void by sanglante-melodie

_{A lovely work of fiction, this piece is an in-your-face
wake up call. Subtle with just a hint of blunt, the characters make
the readers stop and ponder the overall message of the piece--
we are all insignificant. That's not always a bad thing to remember.}

Exnihilo-nihil

Received Daily Deviation April 11, 2012
_{Originally Featured by shebledgreenink}
J'AI VU TOMBER UN EMPIRE - I SAW THE FALL...(English version below)
J'ai vu tomber un Empire.
                                                     À Marie.
Cité désagrégée par les vents de la guerre
Murs d'airain éventrés
Coeurs froissés à la peine un espoir comme cendres
Par-delà les tertres froids
Dialogue d'un être et d'un néant
Soi contre moi
Te bercer dans les bribes balbutiées
Fils d'argent d'un discours sur l'or de ton coeur lourd
La feinte du fantôme
Comment voguer ton orage profond
Troue les abysses épais d'éclairs vifs courroucés
Marie Porphyrogénète
Tes yeux sur les frontières sacrées de l'Ouest
Farouche Impératrice au
J'ai Vu Tomber Un Empire - I Saw The Fall by Exnihilo-nihil

_{There is a certain grace to this poem, a delightful
combination of the almighty and the fragile.}


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