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Memories

By AmbRawr

, Allentown, PA

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn’t see. Where are your glasses, Mommy? And still at sixteen I bring them to... (more »)

Time of Death

By Grace Hoo H., Palatine, IL

The first death on your watch isn’t even your fault. You’re just one of the many interns who rush to the bedside when the code is called, peering at the doctors crowding around. As the patient gasps and chokes, you too gasp and choke as each... (more »)

The New Girl

By Annie K., Eau Claire, WI

“Don’t worry. Lots of kids have moved here and made new friends in the blink of an eye,” my new teacher tells me. “Oh, and don’t be concerned about your braces. Most everyone has them here.” Great. Even my new teacher thinks I’m... (more »)

Someone Still Loves You..

By Caroline L., Greenwich, CT

Between buzz from across the blogosphere and coverage in The San Francisco Weekly, the predicted best breakout band of 2007, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, has been extremely busy. Their intensely unique music garnered them an appearance... (more »)

Teach Your Children Well

By Laura C., Arlington Heights, IL

I love running. Some days I struggle up Mount Everest and other days I sprint across the Great Plains. It’s how I learned the names of streets. It’s how I exercise. It’s how I stay sane, or at least try to. It’s an endorphin therapy, my... (more »)

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

By Katey T., San Jose, CA

I was never in love with vampires until Twilight came out. I didn’t know it was possible, but Stephenie Meyer changed the stereotypical blood-sucking vampire into a beautiful god-like creature. In Twilight, an average high school girl, Bella... (more »)

Splash of Color

By Rosalee, Lowell, MA

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Parting Ways

By Nicholas M., Franklin Lakes, NJ

My brother is leaving for college soon, and my mom has been pestering him to clean out his desk and shelves. As we sort through the junk, we find a pen case from fourth grade, a souvenir bottle my dad brought from China when we were in elementary... (more »)