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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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     For me, hope showed up in the top row of the soprano section in my eighth grade choir class. She was a new student at our harsh and callous school and, after I introduced myself as, “Stephanie, it’s nice to meet you,” a group of girls seemed to engulf her as is tradition w...
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    Five blank applications sit in front of me. For months, I’ve been telling people the same monotonous phrase, something symbolizing an entrapping ball and chain as well as heartbreak, “Because of the situation with my dad, I’m staying close to home.” Nevermind that Parkside...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I wish I still made your morning coffee. Four heaping spoonfuls of the morning blend that Mommy picked up at the store. Even though chemo stopped a month ago, it’s the one thing you can’t keep down. I wish you were still working. I miss the sounds of you getting ready for work in the m...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She was found in a gutter, in the trash, at the bottom of an old piggy bank. No one could remember where they placed her; neatly tucked into the crevices of old scraggly sidewalks in desperate need of repair. Her whole being was covered in dust and grime, shielded from the sun, ...
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    She could have heard the sound from a mile away. A piercing whisper of something odd lighting up inside him. And try, did she ever, to hold onto the small breath of hope lingering patiently, restlessly inside him. Panicking, it flailed about—that little light— in the hope of esca...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Periwinkle, more young than old, soft and silent, both a breath and a whisper. The delicate touch of wary fingertips to wipe away a tear. In the flowers she sniffed  and the polka-dotted dress she wore; in the big, bold moon and the stars strewn about the universe, that of which she gaz...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I have begun to start all my sentences, “they told me,” because I’m always being told things, but even moreso now. “Eat everything on your plate.” “Say please and thank you.” “You’re such a pretty little girl.” I begin, “they told me,” with indignation now. My...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Winding roads and diesel fuel. Garbage streets and slopping gruel. Matted dogs and rusty tools. This is where my heart is.   Skin and bones, lightless faces. Authority slowly paces. Void pantry, hopeless cases. This is where my heart is.   Swollen tummies, shoeless feet. Pa...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She could have heard the sound from a mile away; A piercing whisper of something odd lighting up inside him. And try, she did, with a strength newly revealed, to hold onto the small breath of hope lingering patiently, restlessly inside him. Panicking, it thrashed about—the little light...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    A troubled youth, we all do squander, and as we grow, away, we wander. We place our feet on shaky ground. As the world spins quickly 'round.   Quickly, we forget the flowers in our hair, the trucks on the mat, slinkies on the stairs. Entitled, we wait for success to co...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I never thought I’d change. Never thought I’d morph into what I didn’t want to be. I wouldn’t have pictured myself like this. Like her. Like them. A concoction of chaos and beauty and deceptive fragrances. Not only have I perfected my façade; my façade has perfected me. It has e...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Your timid words you dare not speak To livid tongues which bore too deep. For shall you speak a single word you fear, again, to remain unheard. If they discover who you are, The earth may crumble and fall apart. Were you to speak a word tonight, The word would inevitably take flight. And if ...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    As the airplane descended upon the mountainous region of Central America, I was suddenly overcome with the beauty of it all. Even though my cousin refused to give up the window seat of yet another plane in her history of traveling, my view from the aisle seat was still breath-taking. From the mounta...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Wears her Sunday best to hide hurts of yesterday. Only God sees past....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Sit up straight, don’t be late. Dress to impress—always. Now she might see you....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Ugly duckling sighs. Will she ever know that she is a lovely swan?...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Like a drop of rain Too heavy for a flower Is a girl’s first tear...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It is usually the outspoken that are never heard; their voices hidden in an array of noise. They leap and shout, throwing caution to the wind— anything to be noticed. Their days and nights are spent in creativity as they get lost in a world we could only wish to have known. As life speed...
  • Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
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    What do you think when you hear about slavery? When first hearing about slavery in the bible, many people wonder why God doesn’t stop it or free the slaves. Does God even care about them? Many Christians will read it but push it to the back of their mind while still wondering how a loving God coul...
  • Nonfiction > Educator of the Year
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    At the beginning of seventh grade, I didn't know much about English. I liked writing, but I wasn't educated in English itself. I remember walking into class the first day to see a large man with a beard, mustache, and a good sense of humor: he was our teacher, Mr. Creel. Instantly everyone loved him...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I remember yelling at my mom, not just a little but a lot. Changing churches wasn't on my list of "must-do's" or my dry erase board of agendas. I was comfortable in my old church, in my old crowd of people who barely talked to me anyway. It was considered unfair of my mother to d...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You speak to me with blurred words, You aren’t open to the truth. I keep trying to teach you And you make a different move. You could make such an effect If you just chose to rule your life. Instead of letting others dictate Who you are, it causes strife. Don’t you understand You have p...
  • Opinion > School / College
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    For the past few weeks, today being August 11, the talk throughout, well, practically everywhere for teens has been school. Especially incoming freshmen such as myself have been buzzing with excitement, anxiety, and nerves. A new era of our lives is about to begin and it is most definitely one that ...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I wasn't expecting a call from you, not in the end. I guess it's unfair to accuse you of not having the guts to call when we haven't spoken in a year. That means I wouldn't know what you're like now, whether or not you would call. In the beginning I thought you'd ca...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    My biggest fear is failure. When I was very young, I was an overly confident child. I thought I was going to save the world one day, and people would follow in my footsteps. As all children, I wanted to be a superhero, and I put my plan into action starting in first grade when I would try to stop...

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