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The Shtriga
The infant cries a welcome cry
That pierces through the darkened sky.
It warms the hearts of all who hear,
Bringing them great joy and cheer -
To all, that is, except Miss Nye.
When she descries new life nearby
Jealousy fills her darkened eyes,
And on her face appears a sneer.
The infant cries.
That night she Changes to disguise
And through the infant's window flies.
Out of nowhere she appears,
Gives him his first dose of fear,
Bites his neck to suck him dry -
The infant cries.
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A new world was coming to life under his fingers. A snow-covered mountain of a landscape that he forged new valleys in with every pass over it he took. The sun beating down on his world with inescapable heat that he wanted to apologise for. The snow and glaciers on his mountain melting in waves that would cause avalanches if he wasn't careful, but he took his time and paid attention to it; removing the rivers of melted ice before they could become more than that.
Sometimes he took more than just the meltwater though, in his hunger and his greed. Sometimes he took it upon himself to cleanse the sinners from his world. Sometimes whole villages were removed with a mere flick of his powerful and mighty tongue. Sometimes--
The little boy accidentally dropped his icecream and sat down hard on the pavement in dismay. Glaciers hit the hot tarmac desert and forged new rivers in front of him, the inhabitants of his world screaming with the change, but he was too busy crying to care.
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"But it's so sparkly, how could it be evil?" Tina stretched her hand out to the dazzling creature and I had to snatch it back again right quick.
"It's a unicorn, Tina," I whispered fiercely in her ear, "We've been over this."
The unicorn in question was a young one--a yearling, I would hazard--and a good thing that was too, I reckon, as a full-grown one could'a skewered us on the spot. As it were this beast just stood there; red eyes glarin' at us and almost-diamond horn glist'nin' in the moonlight as it waited for us to try somethin' stupid like that again.
"But-" Tina started to protest and I had to physically drag her away, keeping eye contact with the young unicorn all the while and bowing all respectful-like to it. I couldn't move too fast neither, didn't want to spook the thing. All in all it was a relief and a half when I got the fool girl back into the trees and out of eyesight o' that thing.
"I keep tellin' you, Tina. These ain't like them fairytale unicorns from
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I strolled on down to the watering hole that day like it was just any other old day. Nobody told me the world would be ending.
The place was packed to the frills just like it always was. Old man three-horn saw me coming and cleared a place for me next to him with one sweep of his tail, all the little underfoot folk scattering before it. I thanked him for his kindness and hunkered down next to him, lowering my massive neck down towards the water, but before I could take so much as a single gulp it happened. Or at least, it started to happen.
There was a bright flash in the sky in front of me. I paused midway to drinking, pondering what it was, and before I could lower my head again a great ripple came storming across the ground towards me. I ducked my head down, dug my massive feet in and roared at it. Old man three-horn saw what I was doing and joined in with me. The two of us arrayed with all our might against that mighty force bearing down upon us.
We threw everything w
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A Roaring Success
"What great food!" I said with a hearty bellow, licking my plate clean with much gusto.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Mindy told the lot of us with a bare-toothed grin that marked a distinct change in atmosphere.
I paused, swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat, and started to wish I hadn't swallowed any of the food she'd given me. That was quite the odd thing to say when being complimented on a meal.
Almost on cue, a number of our number started to choke, despite having already finished their food and not having anything to choke on anymore. Mindy watched them in gleeful anticipation, golden eyes lit up like she was watching a fireworks display.
I stared at my choking friends as well--with a much more horrified expression on my face--but soon found I had other problems to concern myself with. I may not have been choking, but there were two red hot balls of molten lead growing in my shoulderblades. My arms contracted backwards sharply with the pain, my
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On Acquiring Cake
The first party was on bonfire night. That was Sam's actual birthday, and he'd insisted on having his party then, so he could celebrate with the big bonfire and the fireworks in the park and pretend that they were all for him. His family packed up a wonderful picnic, invited all his friends, and brought along a big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the bonfire.
After Sam complained--with much screaming and tantrums--that his first birthday party had been utterly and irreparably ruined, the second party was scheduled at the pool for the very next week. His family booked the pool and the party room, ordered a bunch of party food, invited most of his friends along again, and bought another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the pool.
Of course, that utterly and irreparably ruined Sam's second party as well, so a third was scheduled a week
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Thank God and Arkhipov
Let us never forget what never happened. The roar of the bombs that never fell. The billions of lives that were never lost. The ecological damage that was never done. The wounded world that never came into being. All for the sake of retaliation against an imagined threat.
Thank God and Arkhipov that never happened.
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On Dungeons and Dwarves
It's the little things that get to me. Wading through mud that reaches past my chest, fighting against the legs of horses, never being able to see the enemy coming over the walls.
I try to get my party to accommodate me but I can see the problems coming up again when the GM sets up a battle in the middle of a field of tall grass. He must have it in for me because he never seems to remember that one very simple but very important fact:
Being a dwarf means you're short.
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That's No MacGuffin!
​It was closing in on closing time in The Black Dragon Inn, and the vast majority of the student mage patrons were studiously ignoring this fact in favour of nursing their favourite drinks for as long as possible and talking loudly enough at each other that they could barely hear the bartender's metal teeth grinding at them.
In one darkened corner of the common room that was conveniently shrouded in shadows, a trio of rather unsavoury-looking patrons were taking this opportunity to discuss rather unsavoury things in rather unsavoury and forbidden language.
"Listen," said the biggest of the three, who looked like she was made of muscles and spice and nothing at all nice, "I say we burn it along with the bastard we got it from and have done with it."
"No no no no no," the redheaded halfling countered, almost falling off her stool as she leaned forwards to squeak. "We have to make sure it's disposed of in a ecologically responsible manner."
"Ecologically responsible manner?" repeate
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Now That's True Love
I fumbled for my phone then called my boyfriend Josh in a panic. "Dude," I said as soon as he picked up the phone, "Dude. DUDE!"
"What?" he mumbled, clearly half-asleep. It was two in the morning, after all. I'd probably woken him up.
"Dude." I repeated. "You know how we made that pact, ages ago?"
"About not dating Alicia? What did you do, man?" Suddenly he was all alert. Good.
"No, nononono. Not that pact. The other pact." I tried to put a sense of urgency into my voice, so he would understand what I was talking about.
"Wait. You're not going to Disneyland without me are you?!" He sounded genuinely distressed this time.
"No," I said again, then dropped my voice to a whisper, "about hiding bodies"
"...Oh." He was quiet for a moment. "Are you fucking with me right now?"
"No! Listen, you remember that guy who moved in recently and kept complaining about Duke's barking?"
"Yeeeah..." said Josh, sounding rather apprehensive.
"Well, it got worse. He started
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Hero of the Soviet Union
Lyudmila Pavlichenko stared down the barrel of her sniper rifle. She'd had the German soldier in her sights for a good ten minutes while he sat lackadaisically at his post, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to pull the trigger. It just wasn't right, taking a human life. She couldn't make herself do it.
She was still trying to work out how to get away with not shooting--what on earth she would tell her superior officers--when something about the soldier's demeanour changed. He sat up straight, attention focused somewhere off to his right. Abruptly, he stood up--Lyudmila's sights still tracking him--raised his rifle, took aim, and fired.
Lyudmila gasped, and took her eye off the scope quickly. She was just in time to catch sight of a lone Russian soldier go down at the edge of the trees. Unsure of quite why she was doing it, she swung her rifle around and looked down the scope at him. She stared, appalled. She recognised the dead young man. She knew him. She'd talked to hi
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A Heady Night
It was just your average Thursday night, nothing special about it. The rain was falling, the streets were quiet, and Adam Knott was walking home from work at The Institute. He had his headphones in as he always did, music blaring, head nodding along to the rhythm. There was nothing about it even remotely out of the ordinary, right up until the moment the back of his head exploded with a violent starburst of agony and he lost consciousness.
"I've done this procedure a hundred and twenty-two times, there is nothing to worry about. We will start by removing your head..." was the first thing he heard upon waking. He opened his eyes to see two hands reaching towards him, so close they blocked out the sight of almost everything else. Adam, naturally, screamed, and passed out again.
The next time he awoke there was no voice to greet him. Everything was so quiet, in fact, that it took him quite a long while to even realise that he was awake. He lay there floating in a sensoryless void, still l
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A Bad Day
We decided on a hugging policy years ago. Three seconds - counted by rocking to the side - meant everything was fine. Any less, meant he was stressed but didn't want to talk about it; any longer, signalled the need for a good cry.
When he hugged me this morning I lost count at about fifty-five.
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Polly Desires a Soylent Cracker
Once upon a time there was a peculiar pirate ship in the mediterranean sea. This was no ordinary pirate ship of the kind you may have heard about before, you see - no, this pirate ship, although it looked just the same as all the others before it, was of a new cybernetic design, entirely controlled by a superintelligent AI named Polly. Now, Polly preferred to take the disguise of a hologramatic parrot most of the time, as she didn't really like talking to humans and desired to hide her superintelligence from the crew. This suited Captain Morgan Bytebeard just fine, as it meant that as far as his crew were concerned, he was the one who ran this ship. They all thought Polly was just a standard holoparrot. They thought Bytebeard was basically God-like in his supernatural knowledge and handling of The Jonny Deep--which had swiftly earned a reputation as the fastest and deadliest pirate ship in the mediterranean--and he wanted to keep it that way.
Unfortunately for Bytebeard,
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Little Rabbit Foo-Foo
It was late in the evening one Thursday night and Little Rabbit Foo-Foo was hopping drunkenly through the forest, doing what he always did whenever he was this drunk--namely, scooping up any fieldmice he could find and bopping them on the head. The fieldmice protested this treatment of course, but in his drunken state he found their high-pitched pleas amusing and they only served to spur him on further.
He was only halfway through the forest when the trees suddenly lit up around him, and all the fieldmice took advantage of the distraction to scamper away from him. As he stared in shock and confusion, a round and winged form appeared and waved its finger at him crossly before identifying itself as Merryweather, the Good Fairy. "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo, I don't like your attitude," she said, "scooping up the fieldmice and bopping them on the head. Now I'm gonna give you two more chances to reform, and then I'm gonna turn you in to a ghoul."
Then she waved her magic wand and he found himsel
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The Wizard's Construct
     Maarten peeled back the cloth that covered the construct and smiled. The artisans had done their job well. A blush crept up his neck as he peeled the cloth back still further. A little too well. But what less could he expect? He had paid them a handsome sum for their services. It was a small matter, though. He would just have to buy her a dress.
     From a hidden pocket on his robe he pulled a sheaf of parchment. Spidery runes crawled over the surface, some quite literally. He gave the page a quick shake. "Be still, now. We'll be finished soon enough."
     He reached up onto a nearby shelf and pulled down a vial of gold ink and a quill. He bent low over the figure on his table and began writing, using the paper as a guide.
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Nothing to Hide: Happy Death Spiral
The MISA Happy Death Spiral.
If you're Romanian or if you happened to stumble across this accidentally, you know that MISA yogis sometimes come together in huge numbers (thousands) to meditate in a spiral formation. It's impressive (click to see a helicopter pic). It also has nothing to do with the Happy Death Spiral.
...When I came to the yoga course in 2002, I saw the picture of Grieg (Gregorian Bivolaru) on the wall. It was poster-sized and depicted him in a very unflattering way. Unfortunately, I can't find it on google, or I'd show you. It was him on some Christmas, I think. My mother had already been at their courses for years, so she had already told me that was Grieg and yeah, he really did look like the sort of person you wouldn't look twice at on the street (actually, a bit worse than that in that particular picture, if you ask me).
Now, here's a grand Idea: MISA is a true spiritual school, and Grieg is
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Writers, the End is Here!
As you are undoubtably aware, the normally peaceful literature community has been savagely ripped apart by the tyrannical Gallery Moderators' cruel trick proclaiming the creation of an alternate website for writers – the now infamous "dAlta". :no: This was intended to be an April Fool's joke but really quite unfairly subjected many of us to private humiliation and general silliness. I myself can personally testify to the pain and shame that this prank caused me – when I realized nycterent's falsehood, I flinched and scalded myself with my morning coffee. I can still feel the agony of realizing that I had been fooled and that half of my favourite blend of coffee was now blistering across my thighs.
But I digress.
:| This message is directed towards nycterent and the rest of those Fascist dictators of the literature community who saw it fit to let such an offensive joke befall us – the building blocks, as y
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Daily Literature Deviations - April 2nd 2011
Daily Lit Deviations for April 2nd, 2011
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my heart by toxic-nebulae
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Lady Killer, Ex
Nora wished she could have said that the retrieval went off without a hitch, but nothing ever went off without a hitch when her ex-husband was involved. Oh, certainly the "retrieval" part of the retrieval had gone well—and she could hardly (justifiably) blame him for the emergency landing not halfway to home. Hardly. But, ex-husband and his personality failings aside, underneath her arm was a treasure, safely contained and pristine for the education and adoration the people of the future. Nothing was going to ruin the enjoyment of this vaunted artifact. Not even…
"You know Nora, if I didn't know you so well I would hazard to suggest that our being trapped here together for the night was fate." There was more smirk than charm in the voice.
That's how the snarky son of a witch always got her in—it was like a big, shiny button with Do Not Press written over it in black letters. Granted, that was the most stupid analogy Nora could think of since she'd never had
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Writers, the Future is Here!
The New Direction for Literature!
The volunteer literature gallery moderators have been sitting on this announcement for several months, and we finally have the green light from the dA administration to shine the spotlight on the future direction of the Literature Gallery!
May I present dAlta, "deviant Alternate literature & text arena", which will be an external site created solely for text-based deviations. No longer will our writers submit their poetry and prose to Instead, everything will be posted to an external, affiliated sister-site called dAlta.
(Of course, we're hoping to shorten the acronym before the final launch that will appear with dA version 8. All suggestions are welcome in comments below.)
What is dAlta?
This new site will contain much-longed-for literature elements such as gallery-like pages called "portfolios" for sharing writing with parents and friends, an integrated text processor instead of muro, and blocked emot
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The Cancer Connection
The threat of Cancer continues grow within our society and sadly has become more common. Everyone is keenly aware of how it haunts families who have loved ones battling this disease or are close to someone else who is. Individuals coming together as a unified force in showing that all-important support can certainly help others around them cope. There are never any easy answers, and from time to time the best thing that we can do for someone else is to simply listen to him or her. There are so many unspoken fears and unanswered questions that are associated with this unforgiving disease, and at one point: we all must face the inevitable. However, no one should ever have to confront that prospect alone. And, that is where we come in.
LungCancer-Awareness Wants to Hear from You…
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Drop into dA Related, Vol. 1!
Drop into the dA Related Gallery!
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This article will go on a bit about the gallery as well as feature some artwork posted to the selected category within the past week. I want to start things off with something that can be easily expressed regardless of how long or short you've been on site, so to kick things off we'll be looking at deviantIDs!

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March Reading Madness Participants!
When March turned around the corner, we challenged you, dearest deviants, to read a book and write a review over the course of the month. You have exactly one week and two days left before March and the March Reading Madness Challenge winds down to a close!
Instructions for Readers:
1. Your challenge is to take one of the titles we've recommended, and to jot down your review of the book before the end of March.
2. Submit the review to Literature>Prose>Non-Fiction>Guides & Reviews.
3. Send a link in a note to CRLiterature.
4. Celebrate! :faint:
This event runs for the entire month of March.
Now that it's time to write, I'm not sure what to do...
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Shopping Carts Returned!
Thank you to everyone who participated in the February CRLit event! Below are the winners for the Shopping Cart Challenge!
First place:
3 month subscription and print of your choosing from the dA galleries
postlude by zebrazebrazebra

Second place:
1 month subscription and print of your choosing from the dA galleries
Rendezvous with Death by PaperDart

Third place:
1 month subscription or print of your choosing from the dA galleries
Tutorial - Breaking Up by katiekerr

Congratulations to all the winners! For those of you who won prints, contact Halatia with your choice!
And check out the rest of the wonderful submissions here:
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Discovering what makes us devious.
zebrazebrazebra :nod: :iconzebrazebrazebra:
How did you first discover deviantART?
:nod: I can't really remember, to be honest. Back in 2004 I was inexplicably moderating for the creative section of an anime forum, and by 2005 I'd quit that in favour of dA, so I suppose somebody there told me about it. Either that, or Google did. Yeah, it was probably Google.
What was it about dA that made you want to stay?
:nod: Two words: the literature community. Okay, three words.
But it's a difficult question in a way, because I didn't stay. I arrived in early 2005, left in early 2007 to give real life a fighting chance and didn't return until just last November. So I guess a more appropriate answer is: I came back for the literature community. Nothing gets me writing like a bunch of sardonic nutcases with internet whips.

What is the story behind your username?
:nod: Ugh, here goes. Back in high s
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Daily Literature Deviations - March 18th, 2011
Daily Lit Deviations for March 18th, 2011
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