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Top Voted Realistic Fiction

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The Elephant Broke This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
The elephant broke. Just like that. As she was dusting the top shelf, the cloth snagged it, and it sort of... slipped. Or, no, it was more like it gradually fell off and fell apart. She watched it dumbly, watched it land and crumble. There... (more »)
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#2
To Live Again
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ó ó ó ó ó</p> <p> It was a day at the end of March, March 22<sup>nd</sup>, to be exact. Spring was coming around in New York City, and the weather was slightly chilly when the wind blew, but other than that, the... (more »)
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#3
What have they done to us?
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<p> He walked confidently, smiling at the locals as he wandered to work. He had a warm smile for everyone that passed and his eyes were full of kindness. His name was William Jones and he worked with the youth of the town. His dark skin... (more »)
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A thick thing called a Textbook and a thin...
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<p>              “Hey Crew!” the somewhat squeaky voice drew my thoughts and eyes away from my gray sneakers. It was Maddie, her brown hair splayed all around her shoulders like some sort of shawl thing. She wore, as usual,... (more »)
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Captivating Fog
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Crash Landing
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#7
The RAIN
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<p>   I hate the rain.</p> <p>  People always say something like: rain washes away your grief.... it gives life and freshness to the surroundings... and whatever.</p> <p> Trust me, the clouds do... (more »)
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#8
Perspective
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There was a record playing. It was scratchy and good and I sat there and counted the words on my fingers. I wanted the amount of words to be even and I got mad if it wasn’t. The singer’s voice reminded me of summer and ice cream but also of... (more »)
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#9
The Road Called Nowhere
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Trapped. That’s what I was. It had taken me a long time to come up with the perfect word but it worked its way into my head and now its presence was constant and I could always hear it. I tried writing it out on paper over and over again because... (more »)
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#10
The Lupines
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Mr. Blanchard had not anticipated such bewilderment. He found himself standing before a meadow of blue lupines; an endless meadow of blue lupines; an endless, boundless meadow of blue lupines shrieking before him like an army of angels. A... (more »)
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#11
Utetheisa Ornatrix
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(The utetheisa ornatrix, more often referred to as the Bella Moth, is characterized by bright orange wings with white stripes, and is studded with black dots. Bella moths are found throughout the temperate regions of Connecticut and Nebraska,... (more »)
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#12
Glass Half Full
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You're just coming home, carrying twenty fresh dollars in your back pocket as a result of a day spent mowing a lawn. You don't like your neighbors, but you're fourteen-- not old enough to work a real job yet, but old enough to need... (more »)
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#13
Infanticide By Chance
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There's something so horrible about the death of a child that it causes your internal organs to split in two. Maybe you can picture the child laying between your severed organs as acid whisks their body away to what some like to call a better... (more »)
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#14
Writing to Sam
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Dear Sam, Why does your time keep getting extended? It’s been so much longer now than it ever should have been. I miss you so much it hurts. At night I swear I can feel your arms around me, but when I open my eyes I’m still all alone. Oh,... (more »)
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#15
Nothing to Lose
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I wasn’t in school the day Hunter Walkman rushed into the cafeteria and shot twenty-nine people, but my best friend Sarah Lee Douglas was. She saw the whole thing unfold through the glass lens of her ancient Nikon camera, hiding under the water... (more »)
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An Old Man's Music This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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I find myself thinking about the old homeless man and his music a lot. I wonder what happened to him and whether he even liked black coffee or if he would have preferred some cream or sugar. I brought him coffee every Monday for five months, but I... (more »)
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