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  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I used to think that dust was something that gathered on surfaces when you neglected them for too long. A combination of forgotten dead things- dust mites, skin cells and who knows what else. Something my mother would sweep off the top of our burgundy bookshelves when we returned from a vacation, co...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When he woke up the first thing he saw was the sun. He was born with his head in the cauliflower clouds. In school he was silent and they called his mom and dad but his dad was missing and his mom was a hippy who thought good parenting meant hanging dream catchers from the roof and teaching ...
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    I want to write you a story. A story about a little girl who was born in a regular town to a regular life. When she was young her mother took her, took her to the beach and said, fill this bucket with water. She filled the bucket and found a starfish clinging to the yello...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    This is poetry because my sentences are broken and lack rules. My words sing like a song but not enough to earn a beat. They flow like a story but not enough to earn a binding. This is poetry because I decided I didn’t want to be ordinary. This is poetry because I want to be unique...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I screamandshout because noonelistens to me in the dark morning while daylightwhispersevil in my ear I runtohide the secrets- secrets! That I’m sure belongtoothers but the others try to take meRUN before they catchyoutoo. Iloveyou. Loveyou more....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    They dance because it's a better taste than the purple nightshade creeping up the walls, searching for a way to quell the music. Powerless, they dance because they are trained like circus monkeys from the day the sun lights up their pale green eyes and the song calls to them like a...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Do you know what it's like to fall in love with someone, without really knowing them at all? You pick a person you admire from a sea full of similar fish. Maybe for his looks, perhaps (hopefully) his persona. You might've heard a good thing or two about him. He seems sweet. You start to...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Raspberries- little red bursts of summer not so good cold compared to the heat that brings out last summer's flavor of memories. Hot sandy dirt slipping through my sandals sticky sweet juice staining my fingertips while the hot sun drizzles boiling rays across my back protected onl...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    They stare into a mirror my three 'Me's- Fat Me Depressed Me Strong Me. Every day every moment a war, a struggle for the pedestal. All of me wants to win to be on top but instead we rotate like seats on a ferris wheel. Fat Me comes when I ask for her stuffing herself with t...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    She doesn't understand why Mommy's crying, only that she cries a lot these days. "Mommy?" the tiny girl whispers through the keyhole, contrasting the dark room on the other side in her pink and white polka dot dress. The crying lessens. "Yes, Gemma?" Her mommy ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    “This time, baby, I’ll beeeee bulleeeeeett-proof…” I sing along with la Roux on the radio, dancing around the living room with the Dirt Devil as I suck grime from every nook and cranny. I frown, realizing I’ve forgotten the couch. Heading over, I notice some black plastic poking out betwee...
  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    Zyla awoke in a cold sweat, blankets twisted in an ugly heap around her ankles. Dreams of the Winterlands lingered in her mind like the scent of chocolate cookies in her grandmother’s kitchen. She took a deep breath and willed herself to push the painful memories to the back of her mind. Peaceful...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I love how there seems to be a song that fits every love it here. I’m glad to have grown up in pain, but the music is taking my mind off it. The ice in your eyes! It really is those little moments… Ah, I really should finish my geometry homework, as Lord Karrien, the people of that cultur...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Maybe I don’t want this poem to be clear. Maybe I don’t feel like you looking into my mind. Maybe I’d rather not have my words be windows. Maybe there’s a reason I avoid clarification. Maybe I choose to differ from what is expected. Maybe I don’t feel like obeying your ru...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Dear Time, Will you please leave me alone, if only for a little while? You follow me like my dog when I’ve got a treat in my pocket. But you’re not my dog, who will wait patiently for me to stop and feed you. Instead, you’ll leap on me, knock me over and root around until you’ve got...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Children step out of the past on their way to the beach through the blasted wall- golden shore of freedom, here they come. Here they come, through the blasted wall on their way to the golden shore the beach of freedom- out of the past, children step. Freedom of the past children step ou...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My mind cloudless sky humor on a T-shirt a dress I’m confident in eyes that take in so much the smallest glance nail polish- representing me more than they think. Notebook pages, limitless potential the ‘Music’ folder in my bookmarks tab a towering building winding rivers in autu...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Children run about feeling October on the playground. Mom’s camera zooms in eight-legged arachnid filling the digital screen. Worshipped by the little ones for all its awkward symmetry. The web it weaves around them is intricate; saving them from the man with a painted clown face cherr...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Is there something I should know? Nobody’s fool. Nothing in common, with or without you Love is a battlefield, guns in the sky hit me with your best shot. Never surrender- boys don’t cry. Burning heart, broken wings… Do you really want to hurt me? Owner of a lonely heart things...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Picture grass, tinted with a crayon of gray darkening sky riding so close behind. The clouds of nightfall’s dawn may seize the day- sudden breath of cold startling the mind. The great thunder god rises from his chair- his throne drawn from gold electric power. Although he may send many a...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Running away from home seemed, to me, like something that only happened in stories. Why would you run away from a place where you had warmth, food and clothes? Even if you didn’t like the people who lived with, at least you weren’t going to die of cold or be shot in some dark alley. All this...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I did what I could but I guess I did it wrong. The result? A man with an axe knocked down my door and split my heart. It never seems like something that could happen to you but sometimes you read the signs wrong backwards sideways upside-down sometimes you're on top of...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    One glance just one can change the day. So well I know this because every day I wait for that one small moment. It goes unnoticed- another second of life scratched down- by all except me. I see it. I treasure it. That one glance that one shift in posture that one trip ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Always, always I have known this was here. This desire, this urge to write. Since I was young I have known this, these words flowing out of me like there's no end. There was that time, not that long ago, when I worried if I'd made the wrong choice. The desire wasn't strong- dormant, i...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    “Daddy?” A young girl tiptoes into a dark room, a heavyset man asleep on a couch. Quietly, she turns the television off, the air thick with the sudden silence. The man stirs. “Ella? That you?” he grunts, opening two watery eyes. They swivel around the room suspiciously, falling on the youn...

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