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February 3, 2013
*Lychalis develops an ominous undercurrent alongside the sweet moments in cotton sunlight.
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Suggested by LadyofGaerdon
Literature
starspun
we inhale the romanticism
of hooded cemetery kids
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.
you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
you watched
all my pick up lines
drop things
into open graves
meant for us.
your eyes always wandered
down thoughtful
leaf-strewn paths.
i wanted to ask you
if i could follow
but i came alone this time
i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
stars, think
about how youth without you is th-
awing out the lines in my whittled-out eyes
i look to the hooded
cemetery kids,
wonder what we'd have been like
if we grew up as nothings,
like them. teenage
nothings with chiseled
marble in our
vo
Literature
Euphrosyne
dawn.
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
midmorning.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
hollow rooms.
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
noon.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
and she
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
afternoon.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
dusk.
when the sun grows w
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Lullaby
"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be deton
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I'm not entirely sure how I came up with idea of cotton balls filled with sunlight (which is basically what I was describing), but ok. It seemed to work because children come up with strange little fantasies sometimes, I think. They're rather imaginative.
Anyway, this is my entry for the competition. Here's a link to the news article: [link]
The taboo I decided to look into was filicide which is essentially a child being murdered by one or both of their parents. Not only do I hate the idea of this, but it is seen as horrific to the general public, too. This being because it is so difficult to imagine why a mother (or father) would kill their child.
I had trouble with this, too - which is one of the reasons why I led up to the actual murder by going through the girl's short life. I was trying to get into the psychology of why the mother (Lis) would kill her daughter (Charlie). In this case, I think it was due to stress and mild postnatal depression (maybe). In a way, it was like a mercy killing due to this unnamed illness that becomes present in the story. Here's the question though: Was Lis killing little Charlie to put her out of her misery, or was it for more selfish reasons? Hmm.
Well, this certainly wasn't easy to write, especially the last little bit (Charlie was so cute in my head!), and was definitely an interesting experience. I don't regret writing it XD
There's nothing really deserving of a mature filter, but I put it on just to be safe ^^
Feedback is greatly appreciated.
words: 3,276
EDIT: It got an honourable mention. badass
EDITEDIT: A DD? WTF XD
Anyway, this is my entry for the competition. Here's a link to the news article: [link]
The taboo I decided to look into was filicide which is essentially a child being murdered by one or both of their parents. Not only do I hate the idea of this, but it is seen as horrific to the general public, too. This being because it is so difficult to imagine why a mother (or father) would kill their child.
I had trouble with this, too - which is one of the reasons why I led up to the actual murder by going through the girl's short life. I was trying to get into the psychology of why the mother (Lis) would kill her daughter (Charlie). In this case, I think it was due to stress and mild postnatal depression (maybe). In a way, it was like a mercy killing due to this unnamed illness that becomes present in the story. Here's the question though: Was Lis killing little Charlie to put her out of her misery, or was it for more selfish reasons? Hmm.
Well, this certainly wasn't easy to write, especially the last little bit (Charlie was so cute in my head!), and was definitely an interesting experience. I don't regret writing it XD
There's nothing really deserving of a mature filter, but I put it on just to be safe ^^
Feedback is greatly appreciated.
words: 3,276
EDIT: It got an honourable mention. badass
EDITEDIT: A DD? WTF XD
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This story is truly beautiful. I definitely can't imagine this being easy to write. I don't think this needs a mature content rating, though. The idea of cotton balls is amusing and mysterious at the same time, and the idea of the little girl Charlie adds a little light to the otherwise depressing story, even when she dies at the end. The way way you did a moment from each year of her short life was clever and creative. I was able to see what both the child and mother were going through up until the end. I do agree with you when you say that filicide is evil, and this is a perfect way to portray that fact, while demanding the questions: was it for the mother's own selfishness? Or was it because she couldn't bear to see her child suffer? Even with the unnecessary mature content rating, this will definitely be going on my favorites list. I believe this is one of the best pieces of literature I have ever read.