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That which is most preciousShe was more suited to be a prince than a princess.

          He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders
    and she wanted nothing more
                   than to lift that sad look from his face.

     She walked up behind him

               put her arms around him, pressed her lips to his ear:

Please don't be sad anymore.

Tears In HeavenMommy looks just like an angel. She said she would be one soon and tells me not to be sad because she'll be looking over me where God is.

"I won't be able to teach you the things my mommy taught me, and the things her momma taught her," her dry hands felt soft on my cheek, "but maybe some day you'll have a new Mommy. Someone who can make your daddy smile again." She gazed at him from her hospital bed. He wanted to speak but choked back tears instead.

"But can't I make Daddy smile?"

It's been a year and a half, my memory of her is like air. I don't know if it's real or what I think I remember when I read the letters she left behind. He woul

Fallterminal—
my grandmother, crumbling
leaves

epitaphin the end
when i'm almost gone
and all i've left
is a red lamp
and a ragged song
to pave my way
into the thunderstorm
let every raindrop murmur
i loved you and lost
nothing but emptiness
and the company
of ghosts

cwe're traveling
at the speed of light
and we won't stop for nothing
           (there are no br(e)akes
           in this vehicle called life)
so let's keep going until we can
     reach the far edges of the universe
     where the blackness seeps into your skin and
     you passed the last star a couple thousand
                                          light years ago;
and return home to each other as
old folks who've aged nothing but
   gained knowledge of all the
            mousetraps of the cosmos
   &

fireflies in trainingonce upon a time
i met a magpie
hatched in a nest of thieves
you might think this will be a tale
about how she grew up
turning story pages
and realized her brothers and sisters
were villains
as well as herself
and then she shifted
from evil to good
alas, but no

i came to her with a necklace
which she snatched in her beak
not to mention my wallet
and flew away
to share with her mafia family
but when she arrived at the nest
all she knew was
gone

looking for what was lost
she flew across the globe
with jewelry rattling around her neck
she sat on the peak of the eiffel tower
soared together with soap bubbles in poland
was

Let Me Down GentlyI never said I was an angel,
rather,
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
d
   r
     i
      f
        t
          i
            n
                g.
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.

THE UNDERWEAR MAN"Hello?"

"Hi, my name is Buddy and I'm a representative of Smith & Winston Enterprises. We're a company that conducts surveys geared towards females and feminine products. Do you have the time right now to participate in a short survey, miss?"

The voice at the other end was steady and professional. I, too, work for a company that makes phone solicitations, so I immediately sympathized with the guy, figuring he had goals to meet and people to please. They probably wouldn't let him go home until he reached a certain participation percentage or something of the sort.

"Sure, Buddy, question away."

"Great! Thanks. How old are you?"

"Twenty."

Tread LightlyFeelings are like landmines.

Be careful.

beta physicsi.
the rain wrapped impatience around your roof,
bored through the wood like a thousand million termites
(or one you-sized termite, blind, breathless)
and seeped from the cold clockwork like battery acid.

ii.
you lived in a widow's closet -

a house swarmed with antiques
that collapsed in their own gravity
and combusted -

and then you lived in widow's charcoal.

iii.
"galaxies are either lovers or termites," she mused.

(earlier, her fingernails bored into my back
Hubble's thousand million stars, all drops of acid
branding my spine.)

"they are drawn to each other for years
and in an instant, once together,
eat themselves alive.

RomeoThe name's Romeo. Yeah, alright. Don't bother. Whatever you were about to say, I've already heard it: considering the fact that probably everyone in the world is force-fed Shakespeare at some point or other, it's not surprising that all the stupid puns that come my way aren't exactly original. I've had English teachers yell lines at me, thinking that, for some dumb reason, I've got the whole play memorised. Not likely. My parents didn't call me Romeo because they're Die Hard Bard fans. Dad lost a bet to a mate. Not exactly enchanting.

I was watching TV in

The Stellar Void"Can you kill me, please?"

I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.

Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.

"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."

I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.

"Why?"

She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and l

SuperimposeHe doesn't look like a gymnast. He's all button down shirts and frazzled grey hair framing wire spectacles, a picture perfect professorial archetype down to the very tips of his frayed shoelaces. But he was a gymnast once, or so he tells us, and I believe him because he smiles like he knows something while he's chatting before class.

It's strange to see that image superimposed over the current one – the distinguished professor in pressed khaki slacks and a jacket, worn brown loafers exuding a faintly courteous manner (you can always tell them by their shoes), and a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand – versus the athletic ki

Creationism She took the clay into her hands and rolled it around. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the imperfections in the little sphere, but she would never think to smooth them out. It was the little things that gave each of her creations character.

This particular ball gave way to spiky tips and deep depressions. She held it up and blew on it to speed its drying. When it was ready, she brought out the paints. The low parts became blue and fluid, and the spiky places turned gray. But she didn't stop there. The in between places were painted green and brown, and she came away a little and painted white puffy shapes. A

to myself: past/present/future/fourth dimensionto the girl before speech:

you are not a prodigy,
despite talent for taking care of yourself.
understanding politics by grade school isn't worth much
being loved is.

having your hand gripped when stumbling.
playful laugh coaxed from your lungs.

bounce as much as you can.
cherish your days of knowing how to land.

to the girl with my fingers:

they aren't as beautiful as they are lost.

shaking; nerves over taken by demons
screaming in the night.
struggling to tear needle away from skin

too crooked to be melodic
not articulate enough to move masses
hoping to find north; seeking direction.

to the girl after healing:

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SW: To Whom it May Concern

by ~Aeries-Raine, Dec 4, 2010, 7:20:50 PM
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Prince on vacation.
Rescued myself.

- Princess

SW: To Whom it May Concernby ~Aeries-Raine

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

©2010-2013 ~Aeries-Raine

For

This is part of the inspiration project...

Inspired by

and her piece, That which is most precious

What I loved about her piece was the idea that it might be better to be the prince than the princess... Independent, capable, strong... Able to protect the ones that we love.

...so who better to start saving than ourselves!?

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~TGIBA Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

NIIIIICEEE!!!!

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*thredd Aug 19, 2012 Student General Artist

love this

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~Aeries-Raine Aug 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you

and thanks for the

!!!

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~TiaTitan Jul 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha this is funny and cute yet has a good message behind it, too. I love it ;D

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~muffla Jul 3, 2012 Student Filmographer

2012: another year to be proud of strong women.

keep the inspiration going!

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~Aeries-Raine Jul 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Absoultely!!! & thanks for the

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~PootPoot Jul 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, this!

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~krazi-shuttler Jul 1, 2012

Approve! Girls should be encouraged to do things for themselves. I shall preach this to my daughters

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~Jay-R-Took Jul 1, 2012 Student Digital Artist

YES! I hate that girls are taught by princess movies that they need to be rescued by someone, rather than looking out for themselves.

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