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A Hungry Mind

Sitting in front of the screen, Sasha couldn't help but groan as she looked over her work. Or lack of it. She had sat down at her desk earlier in the evening with a nice mug of slightly caffeinated tea to write an entire story over an idea she had thought of for a literary journal she hoped to get it into. Now, it was three am, she had finished off three and a half cups of bitter-tasting matcha tea, and she had nothing to show for it. It felt like the blank page on her computer screen was mocking her as if it wasn't the one preventing her from moving on with her tale. Peering into her now empty fourth cup of tea, she heard a small rumble behind her. Quickly, she got up from her office chair and headed towards the nearby darkened kitchen. She was already stressed out and out of patience. But she couldn't quit now, not with the deadline so close. Opening the fridge, Sasha started to search for anything that might stop the inevitable a bit longer. "Hungry," something whispered faintly

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Literature

Lunging from the Grave

In the early morning darkness of West Virginia, a man was flattening sod onto a freshly-made burial mound. He had been at it since parking his rental truck hours earlier, yet he could see a sliver of the sun's light over the horizon, signaling that time was running out. As he stood back up, Jay stretched his worn-out muscles, wiped the thick paste of sweat off his face, and surveyed his work. Oh, thank God, I put the sod on right," Jay sighed with relief. Stepping away from his work, he started to walk back to the truck, ready to head home. Part of him wanted to collapse in the front seat and sleep for several hours, maybe even the entire day. However, he knew that the moment he relaxed, he would accumulate new problems. A patrolling police officer could catch him loitering, or some mythical do-gooder could show up thinking he was in distress, or worse, the mound could collapse, making him have to rework the entire thing. He groaned at the thought of having to fix and reshape it

Prose - Fiction

602 deviations
Literature

Frozen Rider

I used to like to travel, I still do but not as much. When I was younger I would often take off for weeks at a time usually with very little money. I remember one cold journey from Amarillo to Albuquerque. It was a part of a cross-country motorcycle trip. It started to sleet and my back tire was sliding on every curve. It was also only about 35 degrees. Which feels like sub-zero riding a bike on the highway. My body was numb and my mind began to wander. I decided... I better call it quits for the day. Even though it was only about 300 miles between the two cities normally I tried for 600 miles a day. I took an exit into Albuquerque and pulled into some quiet-looking restaurant, in what looked like a lazy hamlet on the outskirts of town. I could barely get myself off the bike it felt like I was starting to go into shock. To this day I can’t feel the tips of three of my fingers. I could barely walk but somehow, I managed to get myself inside the heated restaurant. I felt

Prose - Non Fiction

91 deviations
Literature

The shadow and the mask

Who’s the shadow underneath the mask Who’s the sad clown With a knife behind her back Who’s the secret whisperer And the maker of all dreams Who’s the fragile thread That connects present with the past Who’s the conqueror of pain Who is the child hurt and who licks the scars Who’s the voice that never stops As long as time ticks Who’s the watcher behind the tinted glass The true self never dies Covered by dirt and shame it hides It struggles its way through the tides The shadow and the mask The nameless one behind both lies

Poetry

4319 deviations
Literature

Briefings from January

In Six (6) Words: Comeback The lights and electronics, back online. In Six (6) Words: Weather From rainy, to cloudy, to rainy. In Six (6) Words: Booster Jab Much needed after two important shots. In Six (6) Words: Side Effects Aftermath of the jab: sleepless night. Tanka: Not Quite Fixed, Yet Power has returned, But not fully optimal. There are still places Under recovery mode, More damages to address. Haiku: A Return? You come back to me… This will run differently, No longer the same. Cinquain: You Again… Milo… It’s you again. You looking up on me Even after that commotion? Well… sigh… Diamante: Timeline of Us Friends Supportive, Welcoming Commenting, Tweeting, Creating Connections, Interests, Misunderstandings, Betrayal Ranting, Mocking, Begging Annoying, Narcissistic Enemies In Six (6) Words: Last Run Enrolled in time for final term. In Six (6) Words: Graduation Last ride in university, finish academics. Sijo: Free Time Finding time to write some new material in poems… My

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81 deviations
Literature

On The Beach

Verse 1 - The fires have cooled to embers; the smoke has all blown away The bright sunburst of morning, faded to a muted gray You follow the drifting dust, lilting lazily through the air Here in the land down under, soon we’ll have no earthly cares Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning light? Verse 2 - The radio's turned to static; the screens, all faded to black Geiger sings his lonely song, traipsing down the rusting tracks You feel the photons firing, slicing through your fragile skin Won’t you join us on the beach, and watch the twinkling stars spin Chorus - Was it a god's or devil's power, when the clock struck its midnight hour? When the fireballs lit up the sky, boiled the tears you would have cried? Interlude - Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning

Lyrics, Plays, Other..

187 deviations

Mature Content works

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Weekly Prompt

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Literature

Do You Even Know?

She got to see you, to visit you, to hug you. She got to tell you that she loves you. Even though she was only a little girl when you left. Well do you know that I love you? Do you know that I forgive you? Even though they don't. Do you know that I miss you? Do you know that I cry for you? That I feel the same pain day after day wondering why you left me behind? Is that why you don't call? Because you don't know? Because you think that I'm like the rest of them? Is that why you've seemed to have forgotten that you were my best friend? That you are my big brother? Because you think I don't love you? Be

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