Time Traveller's Engagement by Memnalar, literature
Literature
Time Traveller's Engagement
Exactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I.
It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers.
I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide
Fable Me This! Literature Contest: Results by fllnthblnk, journal
Fable Me This! Literature Contest: Results
The winners for the Fable Me This! Literature Contest contest are finally announced! Many thanks to those who entered. With more than thirty entries, it became hard to decide the top five entries and I had to choose certain pieces over other ones based on a few key points. I judged based on brevity, insight, general creativity, clear presentation of a moral, the "it" factor, and whether or not the piece "felt" like a fable (rather than a fairy tale, etc.). There definitely was one piece that stood out amongst all the others.
Please congratulate orphicfiddler (https://www.deviantart.com/orphicfiddler) for her first place win. Her fable entitled The Rat and the Doll hit all the ri
The Thing About Cliches by summernightangel, literature
Literature
The Thing About Cliches
I.
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys