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Maudlin
He sat, eating pecan nuts calmly by the edge of the fire, oblivious to the hoopla around him. It is two a.m. and the forest is filled with rambunctious noise, all unnecessary. To her, standing behind him, he speaks nonchalantly, all the while munching on his bitter meal. He hands her a handheld with his swollen hand. It has just one bar of batteries left. She dials numbers, feverishly. He hears the numberpad’s familiar chimes whisper through the chaos of the dancers around him. Minutes ago he could smell the lingering scent of wet dew mixed with the charring wood, topped with the saccharine fumes of roasting marshmallows. Now, his nostrils are closed, literally, by a rush of blood to the head. A large mouthful of pecans and he smiles. He turns around, his eyes and mouth disproportionately large. He raises the bag to her, a final toast to someone dear.
“You knew I was shallow, so why’d you fall in so deep?”
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Literature
Our Paper Hearts II
last night,
I had a dream
about us
in the
biggest bathtub;
we were sailing
in paper sailboats,
dressed as sailors,
from
head to toe
in paper
to pass time,
we
wrote
love letters
to each other
on our bleached
clothes
I built
a paper
telescope
so you could
see beyond
me in the
water
You must
have seen
something
more beautiful
than me,
because
you jumped off
our boat
into depths
     of
     which
     your
     toes
     could
     never
     reach
I knew
we would
die,
but I
swam
after you.
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Literature
She Pees Standing
Today, I went to a funeral for a friend. I walked up to Aaron’s seat solemnly and gave him a hug and then said a prayer by the coffin. The plaque read Mr. Mark Timmons. I had never met the deceased, yet I cried buckets; in thirty minutes, I consumed a tissue box, was handed a bottle of water, and called Mr. Timmons by the staff. Braviak & Sons Funeral Home, privately owned. 49 Whippany Road. Whippany, New Jersey. I was expecting a Braviak, but instead, the Celebrant was Michael Connors. Their motto is “The Difference is in the Details.” Which was the unnecessary detail?
I met her at the funeral. When I first walked in, heads turned, an unusual amount, and instantly the girls started conversing. I still don’t know if that treatment was also given to others, but I knew I was the topic of the gossip. Good or bad. I saw her then—radiant curtains of black hair enshrouding the most perfect porcelain face. Her eyes were sad. Undoubtedly a relative. Aaron’s mother
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Literature
Stream of Conscience I
I have a sense of rightful failure about me. I seem to mess up more than I succeed; regardless, this exemplifies me. I have a sense of right and wrong skewered by the pictures and events thrown hastily onto canvas screens. I see actions in levels of dramatics. I see beautiful colors of people-- people who no doubt see the world shaded by camera lights and makeup. This overly romantic vision of the world keeps whispering to me what to do, what to say, what to feel, what to think... and I do it. And it feels right--scratch that--it is right to me. But I do slip up and yet, no matter what I do, I find myself wishing it were raining just so I could stand outside and soak the water up to remember it forever; I find myself wanting to wallow in my failures. There's this nagging suspicion that won't leave me alone tonight. It seems like everything I try to do never seems to turn out right.
This inexplicable emotion seems to amass a sea of misfortune around me, never at the correct time, and al
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Literature
Farewell, My Dear Orient
As does the sea, a vignette of the bobbing heads of urban citizens maintains a fluid uniformity, one built on a collective lack of individuality; from the sky, one could see endless waves of black heads crashing in steps of mandatory unison, dressed similarly in minimalist fashion. It was 1992, a year too close to 1989 for the government to have forgiven the insurgency at Tiananmen Square and not far enough for the people to have forgotten. Even though the heat of the Cold War was over, the unspoken rule remained conformity. Even past the era of propaganda, the mantra of the government had not changed. Even without the Soviet Union, China’s fixation with communism remained—it was as if Mao was whispering to his successors from a shallow grave: conformity, conformity, conformity…
In one of the four identical Beijing hospitals constructed in the early ‘80s, Ben was born, a boy dark-eyed, black-haired, fair-skinned and boisterous. His father was on the other side of th
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Literature
Our Paper Hearts
I had a dream
about us
in the
biggest bathtub;
we were sailing
in paper sailboats,
dressed as sailors,
from
head to toe
in paper.
We
wrote
love letters
to each other
on our paper
clothes.
I built you
a paper
telescope
so you could
see beyond
me in the
water.
You must
have seen
something
more beautiful
than me,
because
you jumped off
our boat
into depths
of which your
toes could
never reach.
I knew
we would
die,
but I
still swam
after you.
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Literature
Mr. and Mrs. Bottle
For a while now, she has been convinced that with a bottle in her hand, she could tackle the world.
Like lightning, alcohol had taken control of her life. One night, in the chaos of a party, the vile liquid touched he lips, and she was in love. A few more nights and they eloped one Saturday morning. Day in and day out her spouse accompanied her secretly, hiding himself in a pocket or bag.
Unfortunately, her husband did not come cheap. At first, he demanded money from her parents’ wallets. They were newlyweds—how could she fail to comply? This provided the couple a brief respite, but as the girl’s need for her lover grew, so did the cost. She had to get a job, otherwise her parents could not help but notice the money liberated.
She could not work in any store or company. If she drank during hours, someone would catch her for sure. Once the secret came out, they would force the two to divorce. Her parents would say their marriage was unacceptable. Others would say s
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Literature
It's Bedtime, Anya Dear
It’s Bedtime, Anya* Dear
Thoughts about a child gone.
                                                                                                           In the evening…
In her childhood, she used to jump over puddles.
The rainwater would splash, and often, a smatter of mud would appear on the red galoshes she wore. When she jumped over those puddles, she flew, as one flies high in the sky, without any inhibition or fear; a feeling of ve
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Literature
Gioco Sopra, Musicista
"John, stop it," Sarah cried. She stood in there in the doorway, casting a long shadow in the room. Lying on the ground was a violin, neglected through time. The bow, leaning against the far wall, seemed to be crying—separated for so long from its partner.
Slowly, she walked to him, and placed the groceries on the ground. The air inside was warm, suffocating. So she opened a window, just slightly. Putting her arms around him, she softly said, "Why are you on the ground, John?"
"Let me finish…finish, finish my song," he whispered. He was clutching his head with his two hands. Kneeling on the ground, he was hunched over scattered pages of sheet music. A pen was sleeping on the ground, untouched for days. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot—red, with craze. He didn’t seem to really hear her—or see her. Instead, he seemed to be speaking to himself.
Sarah gave a small sob, and started to rock. The wind was blowing, and had slowly opened the
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Essential Graphic Novels, Part 1
Essential Graphic Novels
ndifference:  I will always remember the evening in '89 when Thorne asked my opinion of comic books.   I thought of the Iron Man and Archie's of my youth and I scoffed.  I snorted.  And I looked surprised when he shoved a tome called V For Vendetta into my sceptical hands and sent me off into the night to read it.  Back at home I stared down at the clownish, grinning mask that adorned the cover and then opened the book.  I didn't get much sleep that night because I read it cover to cover three times.  More than read it, I savored it.  This wasn't the air-headed, poorly-written children's diversion I recalled comics being.  This was something much more serious.  This was a blending of literature and art that I didn't know existed.  Thorne followed V with
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Literature
pet peeve
i hate your bouncing hair
your obscure thoughts
you terrible kisser
how you make-believe
how you pace across
the street, the mall,
the house
how you turn on the radio
the television
the car
when you fill the room
with careless gas
intrude like a peeping tom
unwelcome eyes in
my bedroom, the bathroom
the way you look naked
always rubbing your cold
bare-feet over my legs
a Marlboro always dangling
from your mouth
days you wear those
vomit inducing
pink-candied shirts
sometimes lilac purple
you always wear jeans
with holes in them
never dress up or look
your best
times you diss
Anne Sexton
knowing i am going
to kick your hairless ass
yes, how you shave every bit of you
like you're a damn woman
you never knock
blow into my life
when i want you out
how you laugh out loud
cracking jokes with yourself
you never quit smiling
that's what i love about you
your smile
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This I Believe Essay Contest!
This I Believe Essay Contest!
American Public Radio (NPR) has an audio series they've run for several years, called "This I Believe."  Listeners send in a short personal essay on the topic of what they believe and why they've come to believe it.  One essay each week is chosen to be read by the author and broadcast on National Public Radio.  They range from authors like John Updike and Elie Wiesel to everyday schleps like you and me.  It's based on the original "This I Believe" 1951 radio program by Edward R. Murrow.
My DA Contest:  
1.  Write an essay on the topic "This I Believe."  Make it real.  Make it from the heart.  Make it less than 500 words. Avoid sermons or editorials.  Describe an event that shaped your beliefs, or a person who inspired them.  
2.  Post it as a Deviation and note a link to me here.
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Reimagining - a Contest for All Deviants
In 1929, the way people viewed the world and their lives changed... What will happen if this occurs again?
The Challenge
To write/draw/illustrate a new deviation describing what the world might be like if another Great Depression occurs.
This challenge requires you to know a little bit of history, and to have the ability to imagine and envision the future - for better or worse.
If you need a history lesson brush-up check out the following links: http://www.history.com/crash | http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/depression/depression.htm | http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Depression
Put simply the prompt is:
Imagine that the current world economic situation has taken a turn for the worse creating the Second Great Depression. How or what would that world be like?
The Specifics
One entry per medium - that means you can enter one literature, one digital media piece, one traditional media piece for three total entries per deviant.
Must be a new deviation; created after Marc
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Writing for the Children - A Contest
Writing for the Children
The purpose of this contest is to write a piece whose target audience is between 3 and 10.  The piece can be poetry, flash-fiction, or a multi-chapter story.
The contest will be held in three parts.  You must participate in all three parts to win.
Part One: Writing the piece
:bulletred: The deadline for the piece is June 5, 2009.
:bulletred: One submission per person.
:bulletred: Make sure you use language that is appropriate for your target audinece
:bulletred: It can be a poem, flash-fiction(short fiction), or a multi-chapter story(this can be submitted over multiple deviations)
:bulletred: You piece must have a clear moral or lesson.
:bulletred: To submit your piece, send me a note with a link to your piece.
:bulletred: All the submissions will be listed in a custom box on my journal page.
Part Two: Critiquing the pieces
:bulletred: You must provide constructive criticism on one of the submissions.
:bulletred: You can
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Ben
Artist | Literature
United States
Current Residence: New Jersey
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, Jpop, Chinese, Kpop, [Basically all but Country]
Favourite photographer: None Specific
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Interests
I like to have conversations;
Ones that span millions of words and thousands of pages, through time and space, so that I can connect the distant past with the far future.
  • Eating: Grapes

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:icontwelvetwelve:
Twelvetwelve Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2010
Write something.
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SakuraPetal101 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2010
Hmm I'm quoting you on my tumblr. :)
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:icontwelvetwelve:
Twelvetwelve Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2010
HiBen.
Surpriseeeeee. :D
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littlepriests Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2009
I will take that as a compliment :hug:

You're an amazing writer, by the way.
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BlumberBerrry Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2009  Student Interface Designer
I love ur writing Ben!

Thanks for helping me out! XD
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AnubisNova Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Here's the author tag
[link]
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AnubisNova Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I need to make you an author tag. Do you want a monogram or a picture?
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LastFriend Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2009   Writer
Ahh, I do agree.

Just pick whatever, you feel, captures my creative essence. Anything flies :)
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:iconanubisnova:
AnubisNova Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Sure thing.
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Crystal-black-666 Featured By Owner May 26, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
hey how are ya? E-shark told me to come check out your gallery and I'm gald he did I hope we can become friends I also really like your writing!:hug:

Talk to ya later!
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