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Hiatus
Back April 1 with some changes
15-Minutes will reopen April 1
15-Minutes-of-Fame closed for February
The Literature Community Experiment
New Year's wishes?
Autumn?
Send me literature
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OK, summer break is over
PressureSomething broke.Pressure by *neonxaos
A hard CRACK while sitting in
a soft chair. No pain registered.
The absence of it
is like watching explosions in space.
You follow the curve of your skull. You remember
how skulls are formed like tectonic plates.
Your head wants to be a planet,
volcanic, living, in change.
You continue to your left shoulder,
the one with all the problems.
But today, it has nothing to say.
Your rib cage moves
like oceanic waves, expecting a storm
that hasn't come.
You stand up,
homo erectus,
you consider your legs,
homo sapiens,
nothing feels wrong,
homo stabilis.
But you can break
more than your body.
I Cannot Forget.I am a modern girl;I Cannot Forget. by ~Meggie272
I debate complexities.
I get migraines.
Or something.
I don't know, either way I'm used to the cold sterile
of doctor's waiting rooms
and the bitter bite of medication.
There was a time, about a year ago, now
when even the thought of a germ
made me scrub my hands raw.
I have no qualms about describing myself as such;
this is who I am, I cannot pretend to be my sister
with her proud, broad, sunburnt fisherwoman's face
or my father, and his hands that can soothe panicking horses
and create order out of metal chaos, make something
that moves out of piles of bolts and puddles of black
sticky oil on t
WaitingWaitingWaiting by *swansisters
Pale willow girls wait by the river, brides of the water,
Guppies swim through their veins, silver darts of bright pain.
Their names are hieroglyphs of mist, frost and rain.
They walk barefoot in the snow, leaving tracks so they know the way back,
A tracery of breadcrumbs that the ravens will never eat.
Twelve princesses slip underground,
Dance in slippers of tattered frayed silk,
Corkscrews of ribbon, stiff with blood and melted tallow.
They inject themselves with music until their eyes hum like bumble bees.
Then they sleepwalk through the day in a haze of yearning
For fierce wet stone beneath their frenzy of feet, of bon
Muted Liltmay nights brew blackMuted Lilt by *UnspecifiedUnknown
on calloused retinas
I crush three shades of dissent
out of the rubble (aftermath)
on a film of labile skin
encapsulated winter shadows
patterned bruises by ghosts in ink
root-bound dead whisperings:
december's late memory
The Death of VenusIf there lived in the world a manThe Death of Venus by *riparii
as rugged and as strong as I,
who could forbear with me yet go against,
who took to the black woods and the silver hills
mostly unafraid--
who savored salt and the lay of fur
with fingertips of dirt and weather,
whose lips rolled words like smoke, like fog-
I would creep into his arms in the prologue of the night,
air sweet with the scent of new-cut hay,
alive with the nightjar's call.
I Am Not UglyWeek 1I Am Not Ugly by `LiliWrites
"Why don't you like your body?" Kim asked. Noticing my eyes focused on her pen, she laid it and the yellow legal pad on the table between us. I didn't bother to look at the scribbles there. I knew what they would say.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Low self-esteem. Victim of sexual abuse. Negative self-image. Possibly related to attacker's verbal abuse.
"Because I'm ugly." My fingers found a strand of lanky blond hair and started to twist. Around and around, tighter and tighter. Eventually, strands were pulled from my scalp, but I didn't notice. Pain had stopped existing.
"Why do you think that?" Kim shifted in
| 15-Minutes-of-Fame: A llama-free, drama-free zone for "fame worthy" literature written by grown-ups of any age. We aim to feature high-quality literature that you might not stumble onto otherwise. Join us; watch us! Group guidelines: We’re tough graders. We're looking for what we consider to be well-crafted, extraordinary works. You know the drill. (1) Members are allowed one submission a week. (2) The usual rules of grammar, spelling, punctuation, et al. apply. Please proofread your work. More than once. (3) With prose, shorter is typically better, although six-word stories won't be accepted. (4) The Featured folder will feature works from members only, and pieces will be selected by the founder. (5) Pieces in a large number of groups -- say, 30, or even more -- may be declined, though some discretion will be shown. We're looking for work that might not otherwise be seen. (6) This group won't accept erotica; lit about self-injury; or lit about religion, whether pro or con. Rhymed works are tough to get accepted but will certainly be considered. Fanfiction is a no go. If your piece is rejected, please don't take it personally. It's not a reflection on you as writer; the piece just didn't fit our group. If you have any questions, please feel free to send a note to the group. Thanks! |
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