Daily Lit Recognition for June 23nd, 2015
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Poetry
Featured by: chromeantennae
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don't mind the shivers in your spine by hypermagical
Tragically human-- this is a really great piece of poetry.
Featured By: PoeticMolecules
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starry night by thousand-streams
Still, Simple, beauty.
Prose
Featured by: AyeAye12
TermsI enter the high-ceilinged hall flanked by a personal guard section. I estimate the relatively narrow oval is seventy meters at its widest point, draped in alien Gothic fashion and thronged in quislings on each side noticeably better dressed the closer they stand to the enormous throne at the far end.
She resents me, the bitch. I can tell by how her feathery antennae twitch at me as if they'd like to flay the skin straight off my face, but she refuses to allow her sunken eyes to rest on me. Her wide, clenched horse rictus sways from side to side and the seven slender digits of one hand drum idly on the golden globe of an armrest in what I decide is pretentious posturing for the assembled bureaucrats and loyalist military. Few free humans outside of the ruling families ever get to see one of them up close, much less the planetary ambassador, even if that means fifteen meters away and separated by ten centimetres of transparent shielding for good measure.
I cast a sidelong glance at her
Terms by Weaponised
A good old science fiction story, both
with political edges and subtle worldbuilding
Foreign Language
Featured By: Malintra-Shadowmoon
Die doppelte MarieEinst wurde ein Kind mit der Schönheit gesegnet,
Die Brunnen erleuchtet und Kohle erhellt;
Mit Schönheit, der Mann nur im Märchen begegnet,
Die Ehen zerschmettert und Männer entstellt.
Zwei Seelen entsprungen dem Herzen des Kindes:
Die eine hieß Antlitz, sie war wunderschön;
Die zweite hieß Innres, im Flüstern des Windes
Bekam sie ein jeder Verliebte zu seh'n.
Die Liebe war grausam, zu all den Entzückten
die jemals das Pech auf die Hoffnung nach Wunder
An ihre verschlossenen Fensterchen trieb.
Die Tränen verflossen, die Jahre zerflückten
Ihr goldenes Antlitz, verbrauchten den Zunder,
Bis nur noch das hässliche Innere blieb.
Die doppelte Marie by Blaetterklingen
This traditional metric poem deals with the good and bad in us.
The good exterior will wither by the time
and it remains the evil interior. Nice metaphorical speech.
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