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Fishpond

Brea and Lev steered the skimmer to the center of the lake, away from the fishermen on the docks and the children swimming in the shallow shores.  The speedboat shuddered to a half, bobbing in the crystal blue water. "I can't believe you've never been swimming on the surface!" Lev cried out.  "In Mother Nature's own waters!" "Well, I have swam in the underground hot springs.  If that's not 'Mother Nature's own waters', I don't know what is!" Brea replied defensively. "Nothing like the surface.  You'll see.  Cool, clear aqua as far as the eye can see."  With that, Lev tore his shirt off and dove into the water with a whoop. Brea hesitantly

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Literature

Fishpond

Brea and Lev steered the skimmer to the center of the lake, away from the fishermen on the docks and the children swimming in the shallow shores.  The speedboat shuddered to a half, bobbing in the crystal blue water. "I can't believe you've never been swimming on the surface!" Lev cried out.  "In Mother Nature's own waters!" "Well, I have swam in the underground hot springs.  If that's not 'Mother Nature's own waters', I don't know what is!" Brea replied defensively. "Nothing like the surface.  You'll see.  Cool, clear aqua as far as the eye can see."  With that, Lev tore his shirt off and dove into the water with a whoop. Brea hesitantly

Featured

258 deviations
Literature

Training

Calanya stepped into the training ring, feeling anxious and out-of-place.  The practice clothes Thellissa had left in her room itched slightly with their rough seams, but it made no sense to ruin her good clothing in fights. Where in her other lessons of the day, she had had some idea of what she might learn, she was ill prepared for this.  While she was good with a bow and could use a dagger if pressed, she had never wielded a sword.  Steeling herself with a few deep breaths, she walked forward into view of the room.  Raydrin and Dairan sat on benches at the edges of the room.  At Calanya's questioning look, Raydrin explained, "I just wante

Book Excerpts

18 deviations
Literature

Haemato

Blood pulses. Blood beats. Blood is the rhythm To which the whole world marches. Blood is the life-giver, The payment, The punishment, The crime. It gives, It takes, It returns. You forgive, You forget, You think you're in control Of your blood, Of your breathing, Of your every billionth cell intertwined. Who is the master here?

NaPoWriMo '09

30 deviations
Literature

Diplomacy

Allow me to be honest. Blunt, even. Abrupt, even. Tactless, even. Let's face it, Tact is overrated. What you need is someone Who will tell you the truth. Do you know that the truth is? Well, do you? No, you don't, Because no one has ever told you. So here it is, Straight from me to you: You're full of shit.

Poetry

143 deviations
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Et Cetera

74 deviations
Literature

Arson

Art is the scope of human existence, or so they say.  Visual arts, literature, music, performance.  It’s the exploration of both our interior and exterior worlds.  Through art, we show our innermost selves to the world and the world to ourselves.  It opens eyes that have not seen and opens minds that have not thought.  So what happens when all the art is burned beyond recognition?  What happens when the “scope of human existence” is reduced to ashes?  That’s what I’m finding out.  All I need is a little bit of gasoline and a match to torch it all down…

Microfiction

7 deviations
Literature

Revenge

Brea was unnerved by the ruins around her.  The old suburbia, abandoned generations ago, was an eerie blend of industrialized nature.  Wood and steel buildings sprawled, taking up more space than she'd ever thought people could take up.  She had only ever known life in the ferrocities, building up, never across. She looked to the home nearest her.  Vines twined around the structure, crawling through broken windows.  Small red flowers sprouted out of control.  Birds fluttered in and out of nests on the sagging roof. The community was stuck in an unchanging state.  After it was officially condemned, the first of the suburban towns to go, the

Future Earth Sci-Fi

19 deviations
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Scraps

45 deviations