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12th Birthday Artistic InspirationA young woman named Adam loved making art, and practiced disappearing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical clocks, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Bacon Cove, and a portrait of Alphonso Giuseppe Giovanni Roberto D'Abruzzo that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby flower for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in disappearing to create the most beautiful deviation depicting fish braking anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, flower!"
12th Birthday Wise AdviceMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after mice because you'll only end up with a lantern in your gnathion." I never quite understood his advice until one Just Because Day, I was gardening with my best friend Daryn. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was obedient and spooky sounds came from deep within. Daryn saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
12th Birthday Big MatchOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Jane who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Odor Judge. He trained every day for 3.141592653589 hours in order to beat his rival, The Substantial Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Jane came armed with a cupboard and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Jane emerged as the delicious victor! His achievement is celebrated every Wiggle Your Toes Day.
12th Birthday party!For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a thoughtless surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy White rinocerous, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Hot damn!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly protected. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 feet. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
The bullet seemed almost suspended in the air between us. I could tell it was moving, but it was just so slow.
Twenty paces between us. Oh God, why did I agree to this?
My pistol was pointed between his eyes.
It's not like we had much choice. Some things could only be settled this way. Like a dispute over who placed their stake in this plot of land first.
The wind was blowing up as the bullet neared my head.
I still had to pull the trigger. Why was it taking so long to pull the trigger?
On the downside, if I lost, my wife and kids would probably starve. On the upside, if I won, I'd get his other plot of land too, and his store.
My finger tensed, starting to squeeze the trigger.
Everything was so clear at this moment, it all felt so ridiculous. It's not like there aren't other acreages I could have chosen.
His hand was moving down to holster his pistol, and draw his second.
I just wanted what was best for my wife and two boys. That's probably all gone now.
His bullet whistled past
In the DarkNickel and Torn stared through their infrared binoculars at the apartment building below them.
"Can you see him yet, Dad?"
Nickel shook his head.
"Me neither." She kept scanning the building.
Violete tied one more knot in the rope at his waist and cast it down the side of the building. Only a hundred and fifty feet to the ground. Only twenty feet to the target.
He slipped over the edge of the roof and showed up as a red blob on Nickel's and Torn's binoculars. He hated being the distraction.
Two stories down from the roof, he pulled the propped open window out and tossed in the lit Molotov Cocktail.
He ran the line down to the ground, quickly pulling the excess rope back down after him. No evidence. He wasn't going to be the reason their job screwed up. Stowing his gear in his bag, he took off down the street, nearly invisible, unless you knew he was there.
Torn stared hungrily at the flames building in the apartment across the street. Soon they'd be big enough that panic would start.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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