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“The Detective” hung in the northwest corner of the Beckett Art Gallery. The tempera painting occupied a space as tall as a man and twice as wide. The woman depicted had her head turned away from the world, occupied with an object behind her, perhaps the mirror in which her blurred reflection appeared. It was this disregard for the world that created emptiness in that corner of the gallery. Few wished to give time to a woman who had no time for them.
After three days of display time and few visitors The Detective turned her head to her spectators. Slowly people stopped on the flowing journey through the gallery, watching as the woman first stood from her chair, smoothed her rumpled skirt, and turned toward her growing audience. She grabbed the sides of her skirt, lifting slightly as she took a dainty step over the frame of the painting.
The Detective bent a knee, clasped a hand around the locket on her neck and dipped her head in a timid manner. Her pale sk
The SymphonyThe Symphony
I wrap myself in frayed thread
wishing they were w i n g s
to fly away in skeleton wind
to a leggiadro place
a frail snowflake palace
where the march is played mancando
fading with the clash of wind to a whispering breeze
the aria niente
where dancers twirl
on silver shoes
and the golden baton ticks
"Okay, okay. Quiet down the both of you!" I had to shout above the clamor. Finally, silence filled the room and I was able too look at Ruth and David in the eyes. They both stood in the same position, legs locked and their arms crossed, but Ruth looked more intimidating. I was sure if their fighting got physical, Ruth would've come out on top. "Stop fighting with each other," I sighed as I combed my hair back in frustration. "The new kid will be here soon and we wouldn't want to scare him off."
"You know you have a point," Ruth began. I immediately froze in place. It was not like her to agree with me. Something was up. "I shouldn't be arguing with David. After all it's not his fault. We both specifically requested no more Hunters. So tell me, Stephan, why are we getting another?" She spat out her words as if they were venom and the way they both turned towards me as one I knew I would have to tread carefully.
"I'll admit it," I held up my hands in defeat, "I specifically
I approached Matthew as he holstered Diminisher. We watched the body of the demons dissolve into ash together and I breathed a small sigh.
"Your first kill as an official Hunter," I commented. Matthew didn't look at me. I wondered what he was thinking. "What were your thoughts as you killed it?" I asked. He looked at me in curiosity, wondering if this was another test. "Give me an honest answer," I stated. "There's no hidden meaning or deep thinking involved. How did you feel?" Matthew looked back at the spot where the demon had been and sighed.
"Nothing," he sighed and his forehead creased in worry. "Twenty years ago, I felt nothing but anger when I killed. I wasn't a Hunter yet but I thought I would feel satisfaction to finally be striking back at the race that had taken everything from me." Matthew sighed once more. "But I feel nothing." He turned to me and I could see the confusion in his eyes. "Is there something wrong with me?" He asked. I smiled and shook my head.
"All right, Matthew, I'm stepping out for some vacation time. Mind taking over for me?" I winked in his direction. His expression was first one of shock then of happiness.
"Really? You mean I'm staying here by myself?" His voice was almost too loud but he caught himself. After all these years he at least learned a little self-control.
"And other hunters that may pop in," I shrugged. "But I will be there on your first hunt alone." Matthew's expression soured.
"But if you're there it means I'm not alone," he sighed. I laughed.
"I mean I won't be next to you every step. You have the hunt. But I will hear about everything you do down to the last tiniest detail. So it might as well be like I'm there." I watched as Matthew's face turned to skepticism and he quickly tried to hide it. I chuckled but said nothing more and left. Matthew would be fine.
It wasn't long before I received a demon alert. Perhaps only three days after I had left Matthew. With a smirk I left and casually
Lily's mother moved. I was surprised she stayed as long as she did in that house. It's been almost six years since Lily died. I suppose her mother just couldn't let go. The same way I couldn't let go. I sat on the rooftop across the street and watched as the movers came and packed everything up. I continued to sit up there long after they drove off. I stared at an empty house, regretting that I never had a chance to walk her home or go to the dance with her or even tell her she was my friend. I wonder if there is an afterlife that Lily went to and she can now see everything I am and have become.
"Sorry I wasn't human, Lily," I muttered softly and looked down at Diminisher in my hands. Lily would not approve of such violence I was sure. But someone had to protect humans from the evil out there in the world. "This is my job now," I whispered and wondered if she could hear. "I failed you. But it will never happen again."
"Don't raise your voice," Gabriel scolded me calmly. I looked at him with wide eyes. I hadn't felt like I was being very loud at all. "A Hunter never speaks above a whisper," Gabriel instructed. That was the first time I noticed that he never really had been loud. There were times I just felt that he was hoarse and other times when I hadn't even noticed at all.
"Yes, sir," I responded, keeping my voice low and quiet. "But may I understand why this is necessary?" He smiled.
"Why do you think it is necessary?" He quizzed me. I stood for a moment, trying to think of all the reason why I should speak in a whisper.
"If I spoke too loud, it would alert my enemy to my location," I counted off on my fingers, "and it could teach me to listen. If I train my ears, I'll be able to hear danger before it sneaks up on me." Gabriel nodded and I grinned.
"And?" he asked. I hesitated. I couldn't think of another reason.
"I don't know," I shrugged.
"It will calm your spirit," Gabriel instr
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More