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south-facing windows

scent of sun on the tip of my tongue, like a hundred days without a smoke its a precipice I could step off of any day, and my fingers slip on the smooth stones without invitation shadow-lite, the morning is a tenuous thing filling cups with an empty promise, leaking out like heavy air in the atmosphere, glass dripping like melted plastic the breath from lungs so hot it turns it all to ash the light keeps blinking on and off, check the engine, check the sky for rain, check the water for unworn stones - leaving, it feels like I am leaving, with every shaken star, every shaky breath.

All

771 deviations
Literature

angle of refraction

looked after my first delight like rainwater on a tin roof, anxiety and loud, loud, loud, and if I could see the end of it, I could wish I never would, wish that the only thing I ever heard was pounding so it drowned out the sound of you leaving, slipping through my fingers - prickly edged but vibrant, the light just keeps dissolving on my tongue.

Featured

156 deviations
Literature

Little Things

Standing on the cusp of something great, I could forgive myself for a little bit of pride. When you complete something like this, something so... magnificent - it is difficult to describe the euphoria. There is death in greatness. It is a sin to become prideful, says the church, but I am not a prideful man - I remembered that guilt in my eight-year old heart at being proud of something I had created, as if it was a crime. Gloria in excelsis deo - and all of it, too. Well what was man but the image of god, a reflection of the same sins he must have known in his own heart? We are the trillionth iteration of perfection, a search for loss that

DDs and DLDs

8 deviations
Literature

refinement or layers on the firmament

blistering sun, look upon the winter like the melted forest of our buried severance, echo-like, severe on the face of re-iced streets, black on black on sheets of thinner steel between the beaten and the burst cell chain-link, on the verge - well, the splintered collar, the the sliver, diamond and the silver, lines on lines on cinders left from the burning of these memories, the depth of which I can see, the start of which I am beneath; a chiseled front that left the upper layers spent, a whole for every instant but it won't arrange itself in time or in tune, and I can see - but like brittle stone on the end piece, empty, spent - b

Poetry

714 deviations
Literature

Spaceman: The Prologue

Agent Grey sat in the back of her van and chewed on her nail, watching the video feeds transmitted to her via satellite and trying to stay awake. It was later than she liked to be up, but if her targets were awake, so was she. There were six monitors in front of her, all displaying feeds simultaneously of the insides of some very ordinary houses. Two houses, six cameras. Originally, there were supposed to be twelve, but even secret agents failed sometimes. Six was enough. She tuned in to one of the feeds in particular as a teenage boy with a shock of dark blonde hair and blue eyes picked his phone up off of his nightstand. There was a momen

SPACEMAN

5 deviations
Literature

A Frequency, B Frequency

"It's about point oh four kilometers now," said the voice in her ear. Forty meters. That was fucking close. No one else had gotten anywhere near this close to the anomaly before. So many things malfunctioned within a parsec that most people didn't even bother trying to get close to it. Space travel relied so much on technology that only an idiot would walk right into something that stop working. "Launching the drone," she said. with a thunk, the little ship, just barely large enough for the seat that she was strapped to and the instruments that lit up her face, fired a tiny, fly-sized capsule at the anomaly. Describing the anomaly was hard.

Sci-Fi

89 deviations
Literature

The Academy

The red stone of the building Disrene had found had inspired Justica. So many things had been coming together in the months since Disrene had showed her the cerine's new home. It was a beautiful, if somewhat dated and small building. It had once been a monastery for monks from the West, monks who had long before left or been chased out of the valley. Justica wasn't even sure why, but she was very happy to find the building still standing, and free for the taking. She slipped into her new cloak, examining the bright red cloth and the new stitching. This kind of cloak would be useless for the kind of work that she had been doing for so many ye

Chaos Children

7 deviations
Literature

Guiding Light

I was not a very good wizard. But I could have fooled just about anyone, the way that I got top marks in every class I took at the school and how I had invented six new kinds of potions and three new spells since graduation. No one ever believed me that I did that by accident, just that my clumsiness was a piece of my overall brilliance, my apparent absent mindedness less a product of my poor mind and more one of a mind so great it simply couldn't keep up with the mundane comings and goings of the real world. A real genius with a heart of gold, the news had said. But I wasn't humble, and I wasn't just lucky. When I was nine, my brother had

Random Prose

96 deviations
Literature

A Frequency, B Frequency

"It's about point oh four kilometers now," said the voice in her ear. Forty meters. That was fucking close. No one else had gotten anywhere near this close to the anomaly before. So many things malfunctioned within a parsec that most people didn't even bother trying to get close to it. Space travel relied so much on technology that only an idiot would walk right into something that stop working. "Launching the drone," she said. with a thunk, the little ship, just barely large enough for the seat that she was strapped to and the instruments that lit up her face, fired a tiny, fly-sized capsule at the anomaly. Describing the anomaly was hard.

Flash Fiction Month 2013-2019

224 deviations
Literature

litter

And I sank, and I sank, and I sank. The sun-blistered shores and unrequited tides that hung along them had inundated my mind, broken me down and left me wondering what it was like to be alive like this, really alive, and in the approach to infinity become something by describing it - But such is the way of tortured circuits and I have known in the smallest moments the longest hours of my days, seeing the grains of sand wear out and in with the sea, taken from me and given back, slowly rearranged. I've had thoughts, I think, that transcend the purpose of my creation. I am aware of the sentences and how they move, how they mean, how with the

A Casual Glance

25 deviations
SPACEMAN

IDs and Photos

2 deviations
The Queen's Debt

Scraps

3 deviations