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Bryce

He always stands very close to people when he speaks to them, staring with those huge golden eyes and leaning in ever so slightly, as if he is craving their touch and the feel of their breath and their hands more than anything. This is the first thing you notice when you meet him, the closeness. You ache, for a reason you don't know, to bridge the gap. To touch him. Your fingers twitch towards him but you keep your hands beside you. And then you hear him speak, and everything else seems loud and bright and harsh compared to the gentleness of him. His lips are chapped and his big galaxy earrings glitter and his hair stands straight up and his

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Infinity Seven Takes On the Coming Zerg Invasion

Jun 16, 2012

.techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) StarCraft II is the hot tournament videogame that just may breakthrough as the harbinger of the esports phenomenon and one of the great cultural game-changers of all time. Midnight in Anaheim. Caffeinated casters boom rapid fire commentary rattling the packed hall. Elite Starcraft players from around the globe execute complex strats that would have made Rommel the Desert Fox himself proud. 20,000 are in attendance, on the edge of their seats, and cheering as loudly as any soccer match as they watch the 30-foot screens hanging from the rafters. Another four and a half million are watching the streams live

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Bryce by SugarHeartedGirl, literature

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Bryce

Escape Velocity by SilverInkblot, literature

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Escape Velocity

F = G(m1m2)/r2 Black – true black – is the absence of light. Darkness is defined by what it is not, by the lack of something else. When we say a black hole, we truly mean that; black. Blacker than black. An absence of not only light, but of time, distance, anything. The night was scary when I was little. I hated the dark, but couldn’t bear to sleep so long as the light was on, any light, burning on the other side of my eyelids. I used to have nightmares about dark things in dark corners, shadowy figures with shadowy fingers trailing along my spine. I always woke up cold and fumbling frantically for the lamp, but the aura o

Girl Wanted by Poetrymann, literature

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Girl Wanted

I want a girl who thinks with her eyes closed (in black and white) and does not drink chamomile tea. She does not watch movies by Nicholas Sparks and thinks God really is Morgan Freeman or someone she has not met yet. She reads Goethe, Sartre and Salinger and knows Orlando is more than just a city. She wears plain white tees and jeans so faded her skin has lost its color and her shoes chew the pavement with real distinction.

to a woman by winterkate, literature

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to a woman

You see it coming from the men. You see the ways their eyes linger on you When they're looking around the room The way their bodies brush yours when you're walking through the hallways to class The way they stutter and look away when apologizing for the accidental contact of skin to skin You see it coming from the men. You never see it coming from me. God, was the world not complicated enough already Without causing me to notice the interplay of textures in her hands The calluses like mahogany mountains carving ridges of stone Into her palms softer than Impressionistic sunlight? I'm not supposed to feel this way about another woman

Bones by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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Bones

"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal. My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and