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Lil White Wolf
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     My fingers dripped in sweat as I wiped my forehead. The hot dry sun boiled my face as I galloped alongside Anna on the rough uneven trail. The thumping of the horse hooves on dried dirt as I grew up being so used to.     “So uh... (more »)
Jackie's Dream
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The fifties were a very difficult time in America for the black population and that was no different for Jackie Robinson. He was a poor boy growing up, and was never considered equal to society. He always loved baseball though. As a boy, he... (more »)
Vampires
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 In the ghostly light of a candle, an older man sits drinking. He stops, clears his throat, then puts his head in his hands. No tears escape his eyes but despair shakes his shoulders in the silence. He takes a moment to glance up at the things... (more »)
Tragedy of War
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A tear trickles down. She doesn't bother to wipe it away. She is powerless. Powerless to stop the flow. The flow of life, the flow of death. The constant never-ending pain. She sinks to the ground, oblivious to the screams of torture around... (more »)
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Just Another Morning Coffee
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Esther Meier was a big, intimidating woman.  She wasn’t just big physically. She was big in her words as well.   She must have been slightly deaf, for she always shouted when she talked, much to the exasperation of the... (more »)
Primrose Path
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                                                                 Primrose Path                                    New York... (more »)
The Journal Entry of a Survivor
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December 15th, 1937 The smell of cannon fodder and death grow at the dawn of each morning day. Today marks the third day of Japan’s heinous slaughter of my countrymen. I cannot see an end to the imperialist reign of our land. Nanjing has... (more »)
The Victory of Trenton
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Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light.      –George Washington December 26, 1776   Trenton, New Jersey  6:43 a.m. On the Delaware River General George Washington of the Continental Army bit his... (more »)
The House for Wealthy and Unstable Girls This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
Lucy used to hate the flaccid cherry blossom branch ceaselessly tapping against our window; the builders stuck that only hole to the outside near the ceiling light fixtures- an afterthought. Lucy’s gone now, of course, most of the girls come... (more »)
12*14*12
12.14.12 “Bye Mom! I love you!” I shut the door to the grey volvo, and ran up to the big brick school. I saw one of my friends walking into the school. I only could see her from behind but I knew it was her because of her movie... (more »)
Rest For the Wicked
Chapter 1 Momma always told us that the wind blew nothin’ but sin into Harrom.  She said that’s why nothin’ ever grew there, that the flowers were too pure to bloom in the dust that layered over our town.  Momma made me and Kat go to... (more »)
THE FOUR CHIMES
I am afraid. More than I have ever been before. I lay in my bed, unable to sleep. I waited for 4:00 AM. They say that if Major Robert Anderson does not except our terms at four AM, he is to, without a doubt, is to be fired upon. I waited and... (more »)
Peterson Avenue
“The concentration on military means has helped to breed fear. It has bred fear and insecurity partly because of the horror of atomic war. But… Fear has many manifestations. The Communist threat inside the country has been... (more »)
Louis Jordan
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       Warmth engulfs the space around me, smothering me in a pillow of velvet. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, and it’s awful! I wasn’t meant to lie around all day!  I was made to sing, to breathe,... (more »)
The Cacique’s Son
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The sun pierced through the thin wisps of clouds and warmed my skin. I squinted up at it warily. Even though the summer never left our land, I usually appreciated the sunshine everyday. But today was different. A peculiar nervousness lingered... (more »)
The Fall of Tarra
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The once alluring young woman, royal in heritage but no more than a peasant now in the shadowy, doomed city of Tarra, rushed down the cobblestone streets.  Her eyes were wide in panic yet she saw nothing, hearing so heightened that her ears... (more »)
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