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Shamayim by PaperDart, literature

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Shamayim

The ancient land of Shamayim was wrought by El the ever-fair, together with his favoured son, Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their beloved wisest counsellor: a man called Ruach Breath-of-El. And ne'er were three such faithful friends and ne'er did three agree so well -- that aided one must aid them all. Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim. The people built a throne for El of golden bough and silver limb with crystal lilies trailing down, all glowing in his brilliance. They sang and danced and played for him and reveled in his radiance. Yeshua sat at his right hand and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found. Yet many times he wandered out towards Shamayim's f

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Callow's Class by PaperDart, literature

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Callow's Class

Some people just stopped coming to lectures. It wasn't reasonable, expecting us to understand all of that, they said. They may have been right, but we cling too closely to reason, sometimes. Others claimed to learn more by reading the textbook. I've always thought that was unfair. Prof. Callow may have been unreasonable – undoubtedly he was unreasonable – in expecting Freshers to appreciate the beauty of the eightfold way; but he did it with an energy and charisma that none of the books even aspire to. That may have been what scared them off, I suppose. Whatever the reasons, the class shrank rapidly. The nonchalant back row slunk

Stack Overflow by PaperDart, literature

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Stack Overflow

The one known as Th'skik issued a series of clicks and hisses that roughly translates to the English expression "Bro, check this out. I got recursion working." His companion shuffled across the cave floor to peer into the hologram. Several young adult humans sat around a wooden table. All of them strictly observed the ancient blue jeans and t-shirt dress code. A few drank from metal cans. One tossed a small icosahedron onto the table and anxiously examined the top. "Yeah, natural twenty!" He punched his fist into the air. "What do you say to that, DM?" Another of the humans leaned back and stretched lazily. "Sure, you can have it. Not only

Glass by PaperDart, literature

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Glass

Josie was digging holes out behind the kitchen when Matt found her. She held up something small and wriggly in greeting. “Look, I found an earthworm!” Matt crouched down beside the hole and leaned forward, balancing himself with one hand. “Nah, I don't think that's an earthworm, Josie. It looks like some kind of larval beetle.” “No, it should be -” she broke off and her face fell. “Glass says it's a rhinoceros beetle larva.” She dropped the creature and sighed loudly. “And you're just going to believe it?” “Well, it's Glass.” She shrugged. “And what does Glass

conversation with consciousness by PaperDart, literature

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conversation with consciousness

[a collaborative poem by Brent Harrison and Charlotte Hillebrand] dualism cannot be the path because it is the butterfly dreams he is Descartes are we still so dull? three directions unique but indistinguishable normal how do I parameterize the path that is not a path? step by step progressing forward crabwise the lighthouse reveals the rocks while ships pass in the night yesterday I contemplate tomorrow is that which is possible compulsory? I am therefore I am not other there are magnetic monopoles in the looking glass Alice reflections in a glass bottle broken moon blue mountain stretching to the sky a finger pointing Adam reac

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Riot by PaperDart, literature

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Riot

There's an odd sort of dip in the woods where the sun shines brightly dappled through leafy branches and the wildflowers run riot. The precise cause of this riot is unclear. There are songs of freedom with a hushing voice whispering loudly of solemn oaths. A banner has been raised for beauty and a placard for plain, lovable ugliness, compelling not for what it shows; the muddy depths of an underground river bubbling suddenly forth. The wind tiptoes through the trees and shakes up the grasses. Poison ivy glistens greenly gleaming and daffodils only laugh. A maiden, stumbling upon this vale, lifts her skirts to gather flowe

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Riot

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Tangential Asymptotes by SilverInkblot, literature

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Tangential Asymptotes

I think about falling in math class. The boy in front of me is writing diligently, noting each and every word as though he forgot it was all in the textbook. He has dark hair all tangled up in the back like a bramble of thornbushes and his green hoodie looks like it could use a good washing. The professor is rattling on about asymptotes, about two lines that go on forever, getting closer and closer but never touching. He tells us about the Greek roots of the word; asymptotos, that it means "not falling together," and he scribbles nonsense equations on the board and hopes that we understand them better than he does because tenure is the onl

tutorial by LeahShae, literature

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tutorial

take an evening - reclassify emotions as chemical compounds. remove one atom, see what changes. take your field notes, transcribe them back to front. add line breaks. be scientific. be too scientific. replace the word 'entropy' with the word 'god'. be so full of want that you can feel it scraping its numb jaws against your insides. write about flowers instead. make your first line provocative. follow it, let it unfurl - ctrl a. del. inauthentic, try again. ctrl z. who the fuck wants authenticity ? read, find inspiration. find new ways to plagiarize old ideas. stop reading. hash and rehash, slash and burn. look at the mess you've mad

Nonessential Prosthesis by AceFleam, literature

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Nonessential Prosthesis

Nonessential Prosthesis By Aaron C. Richards The pain comes in waves like a hole in the head. A hole in the head. A hole in the head. And as each wave comes I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead. I wish it was dead. Then the overlord comes around and everything changes. It’s all “Hail Spectrum”, and “Song of Ages” and “Whose thrum is loudest to please the queen?” I’ve been waiting a long time for my chance to please the queen. But my thrum is weak. The prettiest sounds I make are inside my head: the one place that the hive doesn’t seem to be able to get to. Because the only place darker

Seven Days of Sci-Fi - AFTER the END by Memnalar, journal

Seven Days of Sci-Fi - AFTER the END

May 2, 2014

"I dare you to make a 7 days of scifi prompt list or something". - LunaticStar (https://www.deviantart.com/lunaticstar) You guys are amazing. And when I say "amazing," I mean in the "first look at the herd of brontosaurus in Jurassic Park" amazing. THEY DO MOVE IN HERDS. Thanks to everyone who wrote and sent in their stories for the prompts. Extra special congratulations to GDeyke (https://www.deviantart.com/gdeyke), NamelessShe (https://www.deviantart.com/namelessshe), AceFleam (https://www.deviantart.com/acefleam), and Tobaeus (https://www.deviantart.com/tobaeus), the maddest of mad scientists who cranked out a story for ALL SEVEN prompts. I'll be dropping some points on those kids for their efforts. Please check out the Gallery of Seven-Day Science-Fiction GLORY for the spoils. There is some g

I'll Wait by the Water by Iago-de-Xibalba, literature

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I'll Wait by the Water

This is the place where our memories began. A creek at the bottom of a canyon, red cliffs on either side and a giant pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on. Paths that we created through the woods and up and down those copper canyon walls while we pretended to be wild Injuns or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse. You were on your knees, in the middle of the creek, when I found you. A neighbor girl, trespassing. I had a mind to chase you off until I asked what you were doing. You looked at me, smiled, and said, "Catching crawdads. Come help!" After that day, we spent Springs and Summers building fort walls and chasing frogs, s

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Aug 19, 1991
South Africa
Deviant for 15 years
scientifictales.com
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I write scientific nonfiction and hard science fiction at scientifictales.com. I play with poetry and sometimes write my own attempts down, although I'm as likely to just say to my husband 'Would you like to hear the poem I just made? It isn't all terrible.' (Teenaged me would be shocked.) I write various kinds of physics course notes and can talk for longer than you might expect about why nothing in science is exact and exactness isn't even a useful goal. I write long awkward prayers and notes for roleplaying games and letters to people who don't exist. If I ever finish writing my PhD thesis (about how people approach the maths of quantum mechanics from a cognitive science/education perspective, if you were wondering) I think I might like to write a book about physics for people who aren't trying to be scientists. But the future is a strange and mutable thing; by the time you're reading this, it may not even be true any more.

(Last updated April 2018)

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happy birthday

Thank you very much for the fave and your nice comment

Oddeum

Aug 3, 2015

Thanks so much for the Watch, Miss PaperDart ~ !

FuneralRoseTeaParty

Jun 19, 2015

Thank you for the llama! You seem like a very cool person, and that might be a lame thing to say but it's just that I don't think I've ever met someone that loves and writes about science but also dabbles in poetry… so thank you for introducing me to a new breed as well, lol.

PaperDart

Jun 21, 2015

Glad to let you know we exist, then. You might have to be a little crazy to put the effort into both science and art, but I think it's totally worth it.

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