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70 Themes Same-sex Romance Challenge: 26-30
26. Hot tub
  This was so awesome. Sat outside the log cabin in the late afternoon, watching the sun in a peach-pink sky. I pressed one of the control buttons on the side of the hot tub: the bubble jets became more powerful. I resumed my position, resting my arms on the side. I needed someone to come and enjoy this bliss with me.
  "Come on, Jamie!" I called him. All he needed to do was get changed into his swimming shorts, like I had done. I said we wouldn't be long in the hot tub; it was just to have a little time to ourselves before going out with Mum and Dad. I then saw him step out of the double door in his swimming shorts and a t-shirt. "What are you wearing a t-shirt for? Take that off, and get in the tub!"
  "...I thought it was getting a bit chilly," He mumbled as he walked over and took off the t-shirt.
  "How cool is this?" Instead of getting in, Jamie just stood on the edge with his arms covering his torso, staring down at the water. "What's the matter?
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70 Themes Same-sex Romance Challenge: 21-25
21. Ear
  With a pint of beer in my hand that I would never be able to drink, I came back to our table, where Josh was waiting. This was his third drink; I had to keep count so he wouldn't get completely inebriated.
  "Thanks," He said to the pint, and he started chugging it down as soon as he got his hands on it.
  "Alright, alright, slow down!" I sat myself down again. "Are you thirsty or something?"
  He put the pint down with a sigh. "I needed that." The pint was up to his lips seconds later. I had no drink to occupy myself, so I resumed watching him with my head in my hand. I think I was fully familiar with his face now, I had had enough time to study it. Every feature was beautiful, but I only noticed tonight that the sides of his face seemed to stop at his long, blonde hair.
  "Where are your ears?" I asked him.
  "What?"
  "I don't think I've ever seen your ears properly."
  He gave me a rather confused look. "...Your point?"
  "Put your hair behind them. Go on, let me see them
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Literature
70 Themes Same-sex Romance Challenge: 11-15
11. Bedroom
  Nearly midnight; God, even with two people, it took an age to wash and dry these dishes. But it didn't matter what time it was. It wasn't like I was tired...unlike a certain someone.
  Archie gave a loud yawn, which made me turn and irritably stare at him. Seriously, it wasn't that tiring. He uttered a 'Sorry', and I went back to drying my last dishes. I put my piles of plates and bowls and cutlery away, as well as Archie's already dried plates. Of course, he was still going when I was done. I spent the next five minutes waiting for him. I had to spend these minutes just watching him – and not even the front of him, I had to watch the back. It wasn't much to look at, I had seen better...but even though he was small and skinny, he did have a backside hidden in those trousers. Give him a few muscles, and he could be a decent catch.
  But then the backside turned round, and Archie started moving to put his remaining dishes away. He closed the cupb
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70 Themes Same-sex Romance Challenge: 6-10
6. Hug
  "I'm not asking you to do it for me! I just need a bit of help."
  "Malcolm, why don't you try and start it yourself?" I suggested. "And then see how far you get."
  "But I don't know where to start, so I could do with a few pointers."
  We were interrupted by Thomas opening the door and entering with a pile of books in his hands.
  "Hello, Thomas," Malcolm and I both waved. He said a 'Hello' as he went to his space to put his books down.
  "Did you get out the book I wanted?" I asked.
  "I did, and I got a few more out too, if you're interested." He walked over and gave me three books. I only needed one to help me with my Biology coursework, and I get three! That was Thomas for you.
  "Oh, this is great!" I looked at the titles of the books. "Thank you, Thomas!"
  "It's no problem," He shrugged with a shy smile.
  "Excuse me," Malcolm gave Thomas a judging look. "Can you not see I was having a conversation with Hugh?"
  "
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Literature
70 Themes Same-sex Romance Challenge: 1-5
1. Love
  There was the ringing tone. I looked up at my laptop screen to see: 'Incoming call from Thomas Colbourn'. Jumping onto my chair, I clicked the 'Answer' button and waited for my webcam to turn itself on. Seconds later, he appeared, sat in his room all the way over in Leeds.
  "Hello!"
  "Hello, you," I think I was used to his beautiful smile sending my heart flying by now.
  "Happy Valentine's Day!"
  "Yes, Happy Valentine's Day to you too."
  "Our first Valentine's Day..." I sighed.
  "Our first proper one in four years, and we can't even be together."
  "We can still see each other though!" I sounded more optimistic.
  "Did you get my card?"
  "I did, thank you," I beamed, glancing at it on my desk. "Did you get mine?"
  "Yes. Thank you for the lovely message."
  "Oh, you're welcome," Looking away from his card, a question came to me. "Did you write that verse in my card?"
  "I might have done..."
  I nodd
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Jack
My grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
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To Molly, From Bear: Note 3
Well done! Wasn't that fun? Time is crucial, dear Molly, so let us continue.
My image changes regularly, but to you it stays the same.
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To Molly, From Bear: Note 2
Feel rested? Good, now let's continue!
My face can tell all you need to know, but only if my hands aren't slow.
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To Molly, From Bear: Note 1
Let's play a game.
I have left you a series of clues and it is up to you to find me. And Molly, no cheating! Or you'll ruin the surprise.
Let's begin.
The answer is my keeper, unless you are a heavy sleeper.
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Philosophy is Magic 005
Good friends are like stars, you don't always see them but you always know they are there.
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Philosophy is Magic 006
Principles are eternal... ~ WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN (1860 - 1925)
All that there is to the making of a successful, happy, and beautiful life, is the knowledge and application of a few simple, root principles...
~ JAMES ALLEN
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Sorry for the long MIA. Real life is bogging me as usual. To make it up, I've got a MASS favourites in store for ya!

A Robot's EpiphanyHe was built to be the ultimate test subject. Not the source of knowledge itself. No, no, more so knowledge regarding the topic of a quantum space hole and the vast underground facility he once called "home". But he did not know everything about the world beyond. The books he read and the pictures he saw assured him he did, but deny it he did. He denied that he truly knew what it meant to be alive...to be human. For somewhere deep within him he realized a sense of emptiness. An emptiness yearning to be filled with something a mechanical being like him could never possess.
Wandering through the blizzard, paying no heed to a word anybody spoke to him. The only thing occupying his mind was his destination at the mysterious mountain peak. Clouded with thought, he disregarded the cold reaching the deepest and most vital parts of his mechanical body, and he wound up collapsing forward onto the snow. Though the pain throughout his body was great, he was more so impressed by the vision he had
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and so lucifer made himhis voice was thickly poured
orange juice,
(concentrated, it seemed-- just for
you)
on a
deserted skeleton beach;
sun seeping through
jagged and rustling
timber bones.
but he was
lying through his teeth;
knee-deep in saturated
words that he should've
kept to himself,
and
gritty sand forged instead of his
own name.
("even lucifer at first seemed
beautiful"),

the sun coughed out.
and he just stood there,
black gems in his eyes and
a pitchfork in his
right hand,
finally shedding his
skin.
(at last, i thought.
i found not only the cracks
of his teeth, but
the crook in his jaw.)
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RelinquishI slump in my chair, staring at my computer but not seeing anything.
She gives a barely audible knock and walks into my room. She sits on my bed and looks at me, trying to read me, as a mother should.
“So . . .” she asks carefully, more carefully than she’s ever spoken before. “What do you think about all this?”
Drowning, clawing, scratching in the dark
Voices without bodies
I am screaming, I am bleeding, I cannot think

I hate talking about emotions. I hate talking in general. But this is different, this is big, this is something she is genuinely trying to help with. I understand that.
I must say something.
I wipe my hands on my sweatpants and clear my throat, not meeting her eyes. “Well, I . . . I’m surprised. But not really surprised, because, y’know, knowing—knowing her. . .”
She nods. Her gaze is tangible, like a warm beam of light. “I know. Same here.”
How can you understand, you’ve never under
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EntityIt's in the small, round, cavern-like room that she realises, she has fog in her skin. She sees it twisting, unravelling as it sways, and observes it with an incredulous gaze for just a few moments, before turning her eyes to the narrow pedestal in the middle of the room.
There's a shadow.
It stands tall, black wisps dancing away from their owner, barely maintaining their form before joining the surrounding air. The wisps, unlike her own, were free to roam.
The shadow dipped its hand into a small white bowl, embedded into the pedestal, with black inscriptions that looked uncannily familiar.
It seemed to gaze back at her with, what she could instinctively tell, was a smirk.
She watched with silent fascination, and fear, already knowing that she didn't want to see, whatever it was going to show. As the small hand was raised into her line of sight, she visibly shuddered.
She couldn't fathom why.
The shadow held what looked like a soft blood-red shawl. It fell in waves, almost shimm
and RemnantHer hands were pressed against the window, as she watched a single light flicker inside the room.
She stayed there for a while, feeling the chilly breeze sweep across her arms, before letting her hands drop back down to her sides. Turning around, her hair swayed with the movement. The patchwork maze of small, rectangular shrubbery and flower bushes that she had walked through earlier in the morning had now been bathed in golden layers, the leaves almost glittering in the light.
The sun was setting.
She took a moment to lean on her toes, staring through the glass floor, seeing the city she'd never visited and thought it strange that her fear of heights was no where in sight. She turned her gaze to the right when she heard a familiar sound.
A boy, who seemed to be slightly younger than her, sat in a wheelchair.
"What are you doing here?"
The question startled her, and she froze, before hesitantly answering. "I'm... not entirely sure." She looked down at her feet for a second then turned
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BreakingI sit alone at a table in the far corner of the crowded room, easily ignored by the people around me. I can still picture my wife, sitting in the chair across from me, complimenting the soup that I sip on now, which had always seemed a little bland to me. Ever since her passing, I have been left alone, spending my days sitting in her favorite spot and thinking of the times that came before.
I hear him first, rather than see him. His shoes stomped loudly into the old folk’s home and, even though there was only one pair of feet, his footsteps sounded like a bull participating in a wild stampede. People turned to glare at him as he walked past. I did not look up.
“What has upset you, my boy?” I ask in my hoarse, aging voice, keeping my eyes glued to the lukewarm soup.
“Mother and Father won’t let me join the school’s soccer team. They offered me the goalie position.” My grandson, Matthew, whines. “They say it will take away from my studies.
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Wrapped Up In HerselfWhen she was six I came home one afternoon early and found her in my room with my box of art supplies upside down and my collection of long peacock feathers glued to her belt to make a lackluster skirt. The feathers were longer than her legs so when she backed away from me, surprised that I had come home, she tripped and smacked her head against my desk. There was an orange half moon on the horizon of the wood always after that. The funny thing was, I hadn't been angry in the first place. Seven days later she told me she had stolen the peacock feathers because she'd been learning about them in school. Her teacher had told her that peacocks were the most beautiful of all of the animals, and she told me that she wanted to be beautiful too. That night I'd tucked her quilt around her, kissed her sore little forehead and told her; you are already beautiful. I understood how she felt.
When she had just turned seventeen I caught her again. It was Christmas and I had come home a day earlier th
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Gentleman"You see, I'm always scared," he said, eyes fixated on his cup of coffee. "I don't like letting people close to me. Even when I was younger, I kept my distance from everyone. Never had a serious relationship till I was twenty, but when it happened, it was unstoppable. I'd always been kind of resigned to the thought that I'd never fall in love, because I was, you know, gay, and that's a taboo in this kind of world."
He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair and continued, still never meeting my eyes. "He's amazing, you know? For once in my life, I didn't feel like I was a freak. I could really let out who I was. I brought him home and my parents loved him, and for once, 'gay' didn't seem like a fucking, I don't know, insult or a fucking label. You're engaged, aren't you?"
I nodded, showing him my wedding ring. His lower jaw tensed.
"You know what it's like, then, to have someone right for you. Someone where you don't care that people are staring. I pretty much gave him everything, yo
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Ever feel like you express yourself better with the written word?

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Then this is the perfect place for you!

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xBennyRGraux Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2015  Professional General Artist
Thank you for adding my work, cup of fame, here!
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12PeaceArt Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It seems featured is the only place that I am able to submit any work to...

is that okay? Or do you only request our work? If so.. link:

opinionatedb.deviantart.com/ar…

And you can decide if you want it in your group..
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raddily Featured By Owner May 27, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Welp. I didn't know this was a poem group...do I need to remove my deviations from here?
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Margaret-Belt Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2014  Student Writer
Not exactly who requested my new story to be in the group but THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :D it's such an honor! ~Margaret
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WorldWar-Tori Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014   General Artist
Thank you for the request :rose:
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Sapphire-X-Dreams Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2014
I submitted a poem called 'I Don't Want to Call This Poem Waiting' and it was accepted into the 'Featured' folder instead of the 'Poetry' section. Is it possible to switch it over to that section instead? ^^ 
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creataire Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
i accidentally submitted my poem 'little seeds' to featured and it was accepted before i could fix it! i'm sorry but maybe one of your mods should move it to the regular poetry?
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Eremitik Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2013
Thank you very much for requesting Would to be included in your gallery!
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littleblueraccoon Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2013  Student Writer
Thanks for the request! :tighthug: I appreciate it!
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