Tanton

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Bratislava Shortcomings/New Year Rulin's by Tanton, literature

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Bratislava Shortcomings/New Year Rulin's

The Dalai Lama - I can’t really remember which and, given the nature of reincarnations, I’m not really sure how polite it is to keep count – once said (as is often quoted on top of pictures of a beach somewhere on inspirational websites) that in order to live a happy life you should “once a year go someplace you’ve never been before." Now, as this is being written, nearly 35 hours into my visit, I feel as if it’s in its place to add a small annotation that Bratislava, Slovakia need not be that “someplace.” It might seem harsh and unfair, but so far the city is, more than any oth

Everything is Average Nowadays by Tanton, literature

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Everything is Average Nowadays

“Can you believe,” Nick said, juggling his legs along until he managed to rest his large bottom on the ledge, “can you honestly believe there are people in Greenwich still interested in buying videotapes?” He sat down, shaking his head, fiddling with his lunchbox. “I mean, what decade are they living in? D’you think they go to the newsagent, asking for news about the Falklands?” he scoffed, and started to eat. “And they always look at me like I’m the idiot for not selling them! I mean hello! You know, sometimes I wonder what the world is coming to.” Pete sat up and

Deliberately, 42 thoughts whilst getting a tattoo by Tanton, literature

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Deliberately, 42 thoughts whilst getting a tattoo

1. Is nowhere open?! 2. Fuck, do I have to book?! 3. Shit! 4. This isn’t happening, is it. 5. ---- 6. Hang on. Fetish Tattoo? In a mall? 7. Wait two minutes? 8. Sure, keep talking Hungarian, I don’t mind. 9. Yeah, just like that? 10. You’re the one who’s doing this? God, you look dodgy. 11. You have no artistic input or any advice from experience to offer? 12. Rude or regret? 13. Rude. 14. Fuck, I was wrong, the first stencil was the good one. 15. This is it. 16. That’s it! No going back now! 17. Oh, he started off at the Y. 18. This isn’t all that bad, actually. 19. Seriously, this is

In Defence of Me by Tanton, literature

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In Defence of Me

  Dearest Pickle   You are a spectacular woman. I have told you this on many occasions, both when I believe you have earned the right to or when you’ve simply needed to hear it. Either way, and for whatever reason, I am convinced it’s true.  You are spectacular.  You are extraordinary, and whatever you’ll do and wherever you’ll go with your life, I am certain it’s going to be just that, extraordinary. You’ve had problems and challenges trying to hold you back, but you’ve come through them strongly and confidently. You are capable. You are resourceful.   And you are

The butterfly by Tanton, literature

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The butterfly

The 7:15 alarm. Don't you just hate the 7:15 alarm? Of course you do. Everyone does. So I was bad today. I've been good so many days in a row now that I deserve it. I snoozed until half past and grabbed my coffee from the starbucks at Michigan and 11th instead. Thankfully I was able to find a spot, downtown Chicago traffic isn't a spacious place, least of all in the morning rush. The Hyundai ran great, getting it was a good idea. The roads cleared up a bit as I approached the office, and I was able to pick up some speed across the Williamsburg bridge. At the red light at State and Adams there was a butterfly. A pretty one, with lemon wi

On Friends and Facebook by Tanton, literature

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On Friends and Facebook

Whilst lying restrained to my bed by illness for most of last week, I suddenly and wholly unexpectedly had the sort of happy epiphany that shakes one up enough to finally make one commit a text. Restricted to my room by a weak body and a respect for the health and well being of my flat mates, I, naturally, sought refuge in my computer. I saw many films of differing qualities, read articles whose content I have already forgotten (though they seemed mildly illuminating at the time), looked at pictures both as art and as entertainment, and concluded that I am yet to fully get twitter. And I did most of this whilst logged on to Facebook.

TwothirtyAM by Tanton, literature

Seasons by Tanton, literature

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Seasons

Lord, let me not pass like Winter's claw: unwanted, untrusted, gray. My breath to wilt with every draw not this, my Lord, I pray Nor let me pass like Spring, my Lord, for kin just waits for June. Don't let me go alone, ignored, sans family attuned My Lord to pass like Summer's breeze; a welcomed, gentle, kiss, though sweet, is soon forgotten. Please don't let me fade like this. Lord, let me pass an Autumn leaf. When all seems dark and gray, reignite my coulours in this grief. For this, my Lord, I pray.

Books v. People by Tanton, literature

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Books v. People

I prefer books to people, and have done so ever since I first became a reader. As such, it is only fitting that I should remember very clearly how it came about. As I started fifth grade the world’s view of me changed, and though I was still considered a child I was no longer a small child in need of adult supervision at all times. This meant that instead of attending after school playtime, patiently waiting for my parents to come and pick me up, I would ride my bike home and be alone in our big, empty house until they finished work. I was scared witless. The world may have seen me as an older child, about to become a young adu

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Bratislava Shortcomings/New Year Rulin's by Tanton, literature

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Bratislava Shortcomings/New Year Rulin's

Everything is Average Nowadays by Tanton, literature

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Everything is Average Nowadays

Deliberately, 42 thoughts whilst getting a tattoo by Tanton, literature

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Deliberately, 42 thoughts whilst getting a tattoo

In Defence of Me by Tanton, literature

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In Defence of Me

On Friends and Facebook by Tanton, literature

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On Friends and Facebook

TwothirtyAM by Tanton, literature

Seasons by Tanton, literature

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Seasons

Books v. People by Tanton, literature

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Books v. People

Reuilly Diderot pt II by Tanton, literature

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Reuilly Diderot pt II

IT was still early fall, October had just about started, with traces of September still clinging on to the gentle breezes that passed through the boulevards. The summer tourists may have left, but only to be replaced by a fresh batch of cameras ready for Paris in Autumn. I caught only a glimspe of it as we passed by. Remarkably unremarkable yet eternally unforgettable, this time, it wasn't my destination. It wasn't anything, really, just brief set of lights before I was left staring at my own reflection from the carriage window. Aged. Matured. More at ease with myself, but, naturally, as a result, nowhere near as cool.

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October by childwoman, literature

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October

I only felt autumn's presence In October, in Hamburg A month after she was expected Crisp leaves, warm light Geese on the lawn by the lake And loneliness Stretching through short days and long nights Heralds of winter's coming Shoes worn thin by miles I wander, a stranger, mute Head full, heart singing The love of dark trunks and bright leaves Untempered by geography Or language

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Weekly Round-up - Halloween Special! by WritersInk, journal

Weekly Round-up - Halloween Special!

Oct 29, 2012

What's that coming over the hill? Is it a monster?! No - it's just a Halloween themed Weekly Round-up, shambling awkwardly over the horizon to EAT YOUR BRAINS :zombie: This Week's Spooky Highlights! :pumpkin: The Transcript by Tanton (https://www.deviantart.com/tanton) The night is silent and dark. Heart beating furiously, a man plays back a tape; releasing the carefree voices of the past into the night like so many ghosts. Using very minimalist story-telling techniques, Tanton (https://www.deviantart.com/tanton)'s short piece manages to create a surprising amount of suspense and atmosphere. The perfect foil for a dark October evening - just don't read before heading out for a walk on your own. :

Weekly Round-up! by WritersInk, journal

Weekly Round-up!

Sep 10, 2012

We think we're starting to have a little bit of a problem at WritersInk (https://www.deviantart.com/writersink): the literature we regularly feature is overwhelmingly TRAGIC. This week we're taking a stand in a special roundup dedicated to frivolity, joy, mirth, and uncontained whimsy. It's enough to reduce anyone to tears! No poetry this week, though - apparently poetry is the medium of ANGST and PAIN. If anyone has seen a happy poem float through the gallery in the last week or so, please let us know! :eager: This Week's Highlights! :star: The Troubles of Dating by Tanton (https://www.deviantart.com/tanton) Dating is hard enough at the best of times (especially when you don't know how to change a tyr

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The Troubles of Dating by Tanton, literature

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The Troubles of Dating

The Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel) I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though. And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I