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Top Voted Realistic Fiction

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#1
Little Package, Huge Strength
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THWACK! THWACK! “Timber!”  A tall red oak fell down onto the forest floor as a compact teen threw an axe over his shoulder. The boy looked to be African-American, 17 and was rather bulky for his size. “Whew...Well,... (more »)
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#2
Coming Home
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Dressed in my green army uniform, I duck for cover, as bullets blaze past. My team heads back, but I see a fallen man who I can’t leave behind. I race towards him, throw his limp body over my shoulders, and run for my life back to camp.... (more »)
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#3
A Day of Truth
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Helicopter blades slow to a near stop. Boots hit the tall grass and begin their trek into the ominous jungle. The unfamiliar foliage peaks curiosity and lungs are penetrated with foreign air. Our soldiers are adorned with pride and fear, along... (more »)
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some people like dogs some people don't
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Some people love dogs, some people don't. Some people love dogs and some people don't.  Camron is a boy that love dogs in fact he has three their names are Penny, Cujo, and Q-tip. Cujo is a german shepard, Penny is a boston terrier, and... (more »)
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#5
The Wolf
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It was a cold, dark, snowy, and lonely night. I was trudging through the snow, making a solitary journey through a snowy forest. The sky was pitch black except for the full moon, which reflected of the falling snowflakes. The evergreen trees... (more »)
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#6
the Necklace
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I awake on the cold tile floor, panting heavily as if I just ran a mile. The slow drip of the water faucet, and the rumble of the dishwasher help to put me at ease. I sit up slowly, still panting, I feel my tongue slide out of my mouth like that... (more »)
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#7
Amanda & Me
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Thirty hours.   Thirty hours was all I needed to complete my senior community service requirement. I could fulfill it anywhere – well not exactly anywhere. I couldn’t simply make copies for my favorite teacher or take out my elderly... (more »)
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#8
And Which is Happier?
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Two little boys saw eachother from across the room and immediately recognized they had one thing in common, that neither could make it from one place to another on his own. Both had wheels doing the work intended for feet, strapped into chairs... (more »)
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#9
In the Theater
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A throng of babbling teenagers dressed in head-to-toe black files through the heavy swinging door at the theater’s entrance. Reverence sinks into them, curbs their exuberant exclamations and immediately subdues their manners. One stays back... (more »)
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#10
The Street in Las Vegas
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When I was ten years old, I took a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet and followed my mom to the bank to change it to twenty ones. We were going to Las Vegas, and for once in my life I was going to be prepared for the homeless half-humans who... (more »)
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#11
God Save the Sleepless Soldier
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Towers of thick black smoke rise alongside tranquil souls that will go to their final resting place, after giving all they had in battle. Bloodcurdling shouts and cries echo throughout the battle field. The piercing sound signifies loss and... (more »)
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#12
Why a Keller Worries
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You worry about him. That's not past tense because you still do. "I'm an adult Travis, what trouble could I possibly get into?" he assures you, laughing as he walks by. You just sigh and remind him to not pop the balloons on the way... (more »)
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#13
The Science of Love
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“The universe constantly expands. People are not moving through space. They are moving in space, because space itself is always moving. It has been moving and expanding ever since that big bang some 14 billion years ago. As a result, the... (more »)
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#14
Graduation Day
By , Georgetown, DE
My life is made of seconds.   It’s so funny to think about.   Seconds, as a unit of time.   Second, as number of chances.   I stare out into the open sky and the setting sun, both so grey, and I think about my life. I think... (more »)
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#15
The Colour of Smoke
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“The colour of smoke? You spelled that wrong, Christophe,” she says, peering over my shoulder.   I scowl and hold the notebook a fair distance from my face. How she, so very young, makes me feel so very old. It’s... (more »)
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#16
When She Left
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The is sky blue but sometimes pink. The sky was deep navy with a sprinkle of stars when my best friend, Grace, told me she had slept with the boyfriend of another girl who went to our school. We were both 17 and liked to think we had our... (more »)
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