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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It all started as a game. A game that began below the busy streets of New York City where the 6 train to 27th Street would arrive every few minutes, a sort of magic to a little girl. Fluorescent lights flickered, illuminating the dirty floors and graffitied walls. The board overhead announced the ap...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The waves wash over the sandy shore A cool wind whips through the crisp air A broken-down bench at the base of a cliff Through the clouds come calming rays Warming all of the little world Sitting silently, admiring the scenery In this crazy, confusing world I prefer these moments of perfect p...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The small room was dimly lit, brightened only by the dirty window’s milky haze. A single white rose stood in a clear glass vase watching idly as the young girl’s hands began to play across the old piano’s ivory keys. Sounds of fervent teens and ringing school bells were not heard above the gen...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    “I’m scared.” Those were the words that raced through my mind. “I’m scared, I’m scared, oh God, I am so scared!” The waves came quickly as if they were purposely trying to drown me. Bone-chilling water pulled me in deeper and deeper until all at once I was breathing in salty foam. My f...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks is more than just another ordinary book. Ordinary books never have you reading until 3:30 in the morning, your eyes red from crying. They never have an incredible main character such as Ronnie, a girl finding her way back into the world. No, this book is not ordinar...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Blackness, as far as my eyes can see. Wiping a bead of sweat off my forehead, I look for the white line of masking tape marking the boundary between backstage and the long, open platform where I will be moments later. As bright spotlights reappear, I cringe and shield my eyes. Loud, upbeat music beg...

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