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#1
emily's love life
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Hi my name is Emily.R. and i am from New York. I like to write lots of journal entries. This is my best friend Sarah . I am writing this entry because me and Sarah are so called enemies . The important event of my life is my birthday which just... (more »)
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She was the one
Once there was a girl name Ashley and she had a best friend her name was Jasmine. Ashley thought she could trust her with everything. Ashley told her everything even when she killed a boy. Ashley exclaimed, “Can I tell you... (more »)
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#3
Killers of the World – Part 2 – Past
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Entry 2 Dearest Diary,      The New Government has passed a law stating that anyone associated with a person who knew of the Truth, then they too shall be put to death. I fear for my adoptive family and of my friends.  The whole point of... (more »)
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Model for a Day
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CATALINA I can't believe I'm running so incredibly late! It's as if I want to lose my job. I sprint as fast as I can while balancing an armload full of books, and shuffling around in my purse for my car keys. I finally manage to find my keys,... (more »)
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Thought Process of a Teenage Girl
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The girl walks to school alone, breathing in frosty air. It is fall, but nature had yet to pull its chameleon act on the leaves of the trees. New York City is slow in this field, the recognition of time that has past and gone. The absence of... (more »)
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Last Lovely Daughter
The only things that ever left her thin, almost transparent lips were lies and puffs of smoke coming in between her teeth rapidly, a secret she tried to hide. Her chapped lips entered the room with a cigarette dangling from them, due to a... (more »)
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#7
The Theft
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Finally summer had arrived. Summer, that wonderful time when the sun is shining and everyone is outside hanging around eating ice cream, just watching the world go by. What summer meant to me was ten whole weeks of no school, no teachers, and no... (more »)
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Klepto This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Guilt is like syrup. It spreads fast, it’s sticky, it’s hard to clean, and it’s overpowering. If only guilt was sweet like syrup, too.  Instead, it’s bitter and nauseating. And so, so hard to conceal. But I’ve had a lot of practice. ... (more »)
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#9
The Last leaf.
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I tried, but failed to wake up from the aggressive, haunting noises raised from the silences of my heart. As a ripen apple, I longed to be in her basket, but she ignored me as like a honey bee ignored a colorless petal in the valley of... (more »)
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#10
Fading
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Tonight, I try to forget his face. It’s not something easy to do. He was friendly to everyone that even spoke a word to him. Yet I was the only one who actually listened to his cries for help. See, I knew things about him that other people... (more »)
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#11
Born To Live Fast
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It’s time. Time to leave everything behind. I’m ready, I’ve been waiting what feels like forever. I used to think, “How can I get out when there's no where to go for miles around?” but now that I’m 17, I can drive where ever.  My... (more »)
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#12
School
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There was walking in the hallway whenever it is girl came and pushed me down I got up in a little better it was a tough grad school I was scared very scared then I walked off and she came back and smack me in the face I got that up and I've had... (more »)
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#13
Escape
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The fateful date of her escape from the factory was permanently ingrained in her memory like a branding iron against a cow’s flank. No matter how hard she tried to forget, tried to let go, her brain simply wouldn’t. Some things were never... (more »)
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#14
Perfection
The girl looked out the window of the bus, watching the thick droplets of perspiration that clung to the window. It had only begun raining a few minutes ago, but it had already begun to fall in thick sheets; pelting the bus as it drove through... (more »)
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Short Story of a kid named Bobby.
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My life is pretty tough. Mentally, not physically. Thank god it is not physical. Mom and dad never get along. I am surprised they have gotten divorced. It is truly brutal, their fights that is. They go on and on about how the other is providing... (more »)
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Changing for the Better
Some things just never change, do they?  I mark yet another tally on my wall with a rock.  I count them up again, totaling up with twelve unsuccessful interviews with adopters.  I quickly wipe the hot tear that swells out of my eye, laying... (more »)
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