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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    He couldn't help but stare at her butt as she walked by, swishing in a plaid skirt that shouldn't have looked that cute. He stood up, scraping his chair on the ground with an awful reeeeek and moved after her, rushing to catch the door just as she did. His hand slapped the wired glass wind...
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    “Hey, Germ, nice jacket,” you sneer. “Come here.” Jeremy Warden stares at his feet for a minute, like he is actually considering ignoring you. This immediately p***** you off. You dislike freshmen in general, but Jeremy just shot to the top of your hit list. Who does this nerd think he is...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    It is common knowledge that today’s youth make up words, most of them being silly combinations such as frenemies (noun; friends who are actually enemies), chillax (verb; to relax while chilled), and staycation (verb; to vacation for a long period of time in the same location). One word that nobody...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I thought we were friends Journalism nerds who ate lunch together We played those silly cross-word games And I took them very seriously And you always seemed impressed Then she started showing up You were in drama with her You had to kiss her in the play But my fear was that maybe… you m...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    There are just not enough things to say about that person. Maybe they taught you things, maybe they befriended you when you were lonely, maybe they helped you when you were down. Maybe they just said hi to you in the hall every morning, nothing more. They provided the one constant in your life, the ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    “… mostly the white kids hung out with the white kids and the Mexicans hung out with the Mexicans,” Ben Huerta was telling me. I nodded, and he continued. “It’s nothing like out here. Out here everybody hangs out with everybody. Down in California, it was people just stayed in their groups...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    She is ugly when she cries. Nobody has to tell her – she’s seen her reflection, the red eyes and crumpled expression. The weakness. That’s why she does it outside. She usually waits until nighttime to let it out. She walks away from the house, far and fast, without a flashlight so she won...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    You are the sprinkles on my cupcake You are the laces on my shoe My life would function but be plain And awkward without you...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Everyone signs their names on the wall when they are sophomores Sharpies of all colors mar the white painted bricks You’ll graduate in May, of course You signed your name here long ago Hearts and doodles with names inside From couples at the time, long over It’s a special place, where yo...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    Silver stars hanging on fishing line thread Wishing us well as we wait on my bed Remembering all of the things that he said Said “I love you” in back of her head Golden stars hanging outside in the hall Blowing from breezes through holes in the wall Wondering, pondering nothing at all W...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    “What was that?” I stare at the shards of china at my feet. From the other room my father calls, “Mary, are you alright?” I have broken my mother’s bowl. She is away in New Orleans, and even though it is only for six months, it feels like forever. “Mary?” This bowl is part of ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    A first kiss is something that is supposed to be magical and momentous (at least for us girls.) It is supposed to be one of those milestones in our lives, along with our first day of school, first sleep over, first book report, first date, senior prom, high school graduation, our wedding, our first ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    My voice is too soft My neck is too long My laugh is too quiet My smile’s too strong My farmer’s tan looks Strange on a female I say some words wrong I mispronounce "tail" I look like a nerd: I’ve braces and glasses I act nerdy too: I ace all my classes I might be t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    One day I found a pair of Groucho Marx glasses lying on the sidewalk. You know the kind – thick and dark rimmed, with the fake huge nose with bushy eyebrows and mustache. I looked around carefully, in case someone had dropped them, perhaps a kid going to a birthday party or something. No one was a...
  • Nonfiction > Sports
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    As freshmen, we don't really know anything. If you have an sibling who's an upperclassman, maybe you'll know a few teachers' names, but no one can really prepare you for high school. People love to scare freshmen. When we were graduating from the eighth grade, the older kids told us all sorts of sc...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    She sits and waits quietly at her table, crochet hook carefully moving through the creation she cannot see. Silently she counts the loops she makes, forwards and backwards. She cannot see it, but she has been working on this piece for a very long time. It must be getting large by now. Her interna...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    “Holy moly!” Mr. Doman cried, jumping out of his rolly chair. “It's a plate of frijoles! Where'd that come from?” “A what?” Tanya asked. “A plate of frijoles,” Mr. Doman exclaimed, picking up the plate from his desk and looking at it suspiciously. “A plate of free ho...
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    High schoolers shuffled through the cafeteria with trays balanced high, wandering to their friends, stopping to wish others a happy birthday, sighing as they dug out napkins for the milk they just spilled. Skye and her gang watched them with bored disdain. How could these people waste their lives li...
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    “You know, I kind of miss the old guy,” Tom said at last, staring up at the sky. “It won’t be so bad.” He glanced over at Jett. Jett’s eyes were vacant, staring out over the river where the bridge used to be. Tom nudged him. Jett jumped a little and turned. “What?” Tom sighed. Jet...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    “A flower for you!” His hands are shaking The petals are dropping The stem is breaking Fear hides in his eyes But eagerness too I hold out my hand And I say, “Thank you!”...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    Whatever happened to roses are red? Whatever happened to violets are blue? Whatever happened to lame poetry That basically said “I love you”? Now it’s all complex and emotional Poetry surely has changed quite a bit Personally, I don’t like free verse much I like lame-o...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I’m an innocent girl. I have always been, and if anything I’ve just gotten more innocent as time goes on. I seriously look like a good little girl: long brown hair with bangs – which, may I remind you, nobody has bangs anymore – and glasses. Somebody once told me, “You look like a Catholic...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Once upon a time there was a mermaid, and she was very lonely. So one day the mermaid went to the shore. There she saw a dog. It was homeless and hungry and starving and sad, and she felt sorry for it. She immediately held out her arms for the sad dog, and he came to her. She took him down to he...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    The Freedom of Speech has finally up and flown away. No longer can I proudly declare my feelings, defend something I love, or even show my personal opinions. No longer can I happily loll in the bliss of innocence, as I once did, now that this right has been infringed upon. “Honestly, what is th...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    “Tanner, why are you late for class?” Mr. Doman shouted. “I had to ask Mrs. Robertson for extra help in math. Because I’m dumb.” Tanner offered, grinning bashfully at Mr. Doman as he slunk to his seat. “Huh. Did she write you a note?” “No…” “Oh, Tanner, Tanner, Tanner.” ...

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