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Valete, Fratres
Fingers prowled the lipstick smeared rim of her wine glass, teasing shallow dips into the sanguine liquid. Seven cups, six empty of fermented grapes and Oprah sponsored tablets. Liquid death, a miracle blend of cyanide and artificial strawberry flavouring, advertised on lifestyle blogs and cheery hardback self help books alike - never had eternal oblivion been marketed quite so effectively. 
  She'd registered in the D.C. facility, 50% percent off for junkies, 10% off for recovering addicts. If only physical cancer was as easy to dissect. Her coat and boots had been taken on arrival, as had her antidepressants, the ones that managed to make her float off the grimy, bubblegum-caked sidewalks.
She was then lead into a white room that smelled like disinfectant and paper gowns, like the ones she'd seen the other participants sporting. The sheer amount of people still surprised her, she'd never realized how many degenerates the city housed in its many dark, shit-staine
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   We hadn't been humans since they took us from our homes, dragging us across a bullet soaked main street to the sound of government issued combat boots and savage cries.
   For three weeks we were held in a glorified basement, fed sunlight through a small window high upon the filthy wall. Women wept over hollow children bathed in flickering electric lights and fat, buzzing flies.
   But then the Doctor came and people started draining off the cracks on the floor. Suddenly, we were only ten and began developing a pavlovian response to the click of the door latch. I was the last to be taken, my stomach sewn onto my back and my stench crusted over layers of dead skin and miscellaneous fluids, M14s hurrying my shaky steps.
   I was finally delivered into a dark room and strapped onto a padded chair. The harsh lights were turned on when he arrived, forcing wonky shapes to writhe beneath my eyelids. My eyes swam in boiling tides a
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Charred remains of a modern society
   The little girl was dancing on the street, among the entrails of a once bustling suburb now strewn chaotically across the scorching asphalt. Her blithesome essence shone through her skin, in the whimsical way she twirled and threw her arms in the air, brushing her wayward curls aside. She crafted a dust storm and trapped the sunlight in her eyes, oblivious to the rubble sinking into her toes and the loaded gun in her brothers hand. 
   She fell, asphyxiated by her own storm as the bullet carved its way into her flesh. And as the last gleam of light left her eyes, poppies blossomed from the cracked pavement, their crowns swaying in the chemical laden wind the way the girl never would again. 
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Perfect Wedding
  Jack stood sluggishly against the wall, dressed to the nines in his white tuxedo shirt and red cummerbund. Sweat trickled heavily down his shaven neck and into his already drenched shirt. His best man, Paul, had gone home and all of the bridesmaids had left, desperately clinging to the arms of their princes-du-jour.
  "Melanie is coming back" - he thought, as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair and took another swig from the bottle.
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For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a Vivacious surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Eel, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Well hack my legs off and call me shorty!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly Twisted. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 Cacti. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
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Here it is, as promised, betwixtthepages I am a dummy! 
I found this a great way to provide more exposure to some great pieces, hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

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The first deviation on page 1 of your Favourites:

Blue sky thinkingMy parents always knew I’d be a salesman.  I can sell ice to the Eskimos and do them a pretty good deal on four years’ interest-free credit for a low low deposit.  Oil to the Arabs, I could do that too.  
I’m doing alright in here.  It was more of an adjustment in scale than attitude.  Some could see it as a comedown, going from brokering multi-million deals to haggling over the price of an ounce of snout.  The stakes are, if anything, higher.  When it’s you, personally, that’s on the line, there’s more excitement.  It’s all about risk.
I am not a fundamentally dishonest person, contrary to popular belief.  I sell stories.  I believe wholeheartedly in my version of events and, if that version of events diverges somewhat from accepted wisdom, well, I’m sure I can swing accepted wisdom around to my way of thinking eventually.
I started selling land; tiny worthless parcels of greenbelt land t
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The second deviation on page 2 of your Favourites:

i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
  Rocket Raccoon by GENZOMAN

The third deviation on page 3 of your Favourites:

Day 210i'm caught between the cliff and sea,
listening to the shuffle of boxcars, roads tangling up like veins, the fire-snap-and-crackle of sleep-stiffened hips, a jigsaw of limbs clinking like wine glasses.
i'm watching the glacial sheets lap between the tips of your ivory fingers reaching for an indigo-stained ceiling, the bow of your broken lips, the sea salt marbling your eyes.
you’re crumpled in half like a comma while you hold onto my heartbeats and type out a pulse, swallowing a tide of heretics and venture capitalists and Shakespearean quotations and psychology textbooks and forgotten laundry, just for the two of us,
and i wonder if we’re all not just pulled out to sea in the end.
  Beast by DaveRapoza

The fourth deviation on page 4 of your Favourites:

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The fifth deviation on page 5 of your Favourites:

Untitled Spur of the MomentNo matter when she got there or how, at any point in time a stray might have thought her dead from a distance and never bothered to go up and see the cause. She was a pale-milk color, skeleton like already, not a scrap of hair on her head but lovely enough to be known as a young girl on first sight. Like an unfinished China doll, painted and glossed, waiting for finishing touches, she lay breathing slow, shallow puffs. Her arms stuck out from her sides palms-up, her legs barely apart, not so much like she had dropped out of the sky, but that she had been gently placed there by some mystical hand.
            I should say that she was very peculiar indeed—in this world of such hungry, boney few—to have a healthy frame and glow. Stranger still, her arms up and down seemed to be carved with the writing of either gibberish or some language long destroyed…but only her arms and no other part of her. These carvings on a
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The first deviation in your own gallery:

  • Listening to: Cherry Bomb, by The Runaways
  • Reading: Memorial do Convento


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thanks for the fave! 
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Thank you for the fav )
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Thanks for the watch! 
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You're welcome and thank you :)
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Thanks for the fav.
Glad you like my work. :heart:
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Thanks for the fave on my Guide to Writing Fanfiction! I hope it helps! :D
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Thank you for the points. :hug: 
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You're welcome, keep up the good work :D
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