Daily Lit Recognition for April 2nd, 2015

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Daily Lit Recognition for April 2^nd, 2015

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Poetry

_{Featured by: Medoriko}

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Mourning by ArwynRie

_{From the suggester: In the absence of light in one's life, hope can be seemingly impossible to find. This poem says it best.}

_{Featured by: chromeantennae}

we met within a yearSPRING
the beginning of it all.
spring tastes like
honey, like children's
delight at finding chocolate
eggs under bushes and
inside hollows:
you can't see the joy,
but deep inside, you can
feel it.
SUMMER
we spend hours underwater,
come inside plastered red
like a sea-crab,
our soft skin is only the outer
layer
of what's inside us.
AUTUMN
the roof is littered with leaves,
you slip on a crack and curl your arm
around my waist for the first time--
just drag me down with you.
WINTER
the well has frozen over.
we sneak out when the
moon disappears
and break our hearts as
the river breaks, each time
another crack races through its
soul.

we met within a year by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn

_{The imagery of this piece really makes this emotion-filled narrative even better. Great read.}

Prose

_{Suggested by: Rhoder}

_{Featured by: SpriteBlayde}

Talented ChildrenCorey plopped his bag down on the table and sank into his chair. He slumped over the wooden surface and let out an overly-exaggerated sigh of exasperation.
“Rough day?” Skye asked without looking up from her newspaper. She sat across the table from Corey in the little shed they’d made into a clubhouse when they were kids. Even though they’d long since outgrown the tiny space, they still met there every day after school.
“Mr. Voltner’s trying to kill me,” he mumbled into the tabletop. He looked up at her, his blue eyes forlorn.
“It wouldn’t seem so bad if you studied a little more,” Skye told him. She wore a troubled expression, her forehead crinkled with concern.
“What’s bugging you?”
“This article; take a look.” She folded the paper over and slid it across the table.
Corey sat up as he reached for the paper, that day’s issue of The Advocate, and looked over the headline, one eyebrow

Talented Children by MidnightDaybreak

_{From the suggester: A deliciously lengthy, action-packed, and emotive story about two best friends who know that with great power comes great responsibility.}

_{Featured by doodlerTM}

The Birthday CardThe Birthday Card
Every time it comes to that special day of the year that marks a close friend, a family member, or a sibling’s birthday, I am filled with dread. Why? Well, it’s quite simple – rather embarrassing really: I never know what it is I should get someone. When I do get something for someone, my stomach quakes and my heart freezes because I cannot tell whether the person likes the gift or is just pretending to like the gift so my feelings will not be hurt. I also hate asking the birthday person what it is they want for their birthday – that’s just another way of holding up a big neon sign that says in red blinking letters: “I am probably getting this for you! And my question about you wanting this particular gift should in no way indicate that you are going to get this from me!” Congratulations, all chances of making this a surprise ju

The Birthday Card by jjtninja

_{An amusing story about a birthday card.}

Foreign Language

_{Suggested by: Alpha-Dog}

_{Featured by: OoJitkaoO}

Gefaehrliches GedankengutAusländer raus! Die Renten sind sicher! Geiz ist geil! Gott ist groß!
Scharf. Klein und gemein. Das sind die Rasierklingen die meinen Geduldsfaden reissen lassen.
Ich packe diese Worte die im Raum stehen und stopfe alles in eine Holzkiste, packe einen Aufkleber drauf: Achtung Gefährliches Gedankengut! Nicht öffnen vor dem Jahr 2100.
Mal sehen wie viel davon dann noch übrig geblieben ist.
Dann fahre ich hinaus auf die See, das Ziel ist klar: Laurentischer Graben.
Blitze zerreissen den Himmel. Regen fällt. Der Himmel weint um sie und damit auch diejenige die den Stein des Anstoßes erst ins Rollen brachten: die gekreuzigten Scheinheiligen. Ihr könnt mich kreuzweise! Sich bei Problemen schön raushalten und dann mit dem Finger auf andere zeigen das könnt ihr gut aber Lösungen habt ihr keine! Kein Wunder eure Gedanken stecken schon seit Ewigkeiten im Mittelalter fest, wie ein kaputter Schallplattenspieler der immer und immer wieder die s

Gefährliches Gedankengut by Alpha-Dog

_{An interesting piece written in strong language. Social criticism in a harsh way but the text also makes the reader think about it.}

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Apr 3, 2015