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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    She says, “You’re the strongest one I know” As I fight to survive, waiting for Superman She calls me “hero” because she doesn’t see The bottles and nightmares, the memories As I fight to survive, waiting for Superman I used to be proud, brave - but now The bottles and nightmare...
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    You meet the dark eyes, feel the dark pain Stretch your fingers through the linked chain Stretch for the soft head, glistening nose Bury your hand in light fur before you go. You check your watch and your blood runs pale It’s end of hours, you know you’ve failed Sign your name and gr...
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    Police Summary December 17, 2007 – 0900 hours Witnesses report that a car drove towards the scene yesterday at 1700 hours, leaving at about 1730. It was not the resident’s car. The resident’s car returned at 1815, followed by another car at 1830, thought to be the Jane Doe’s car. At 2...
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    John and his license expired last week. He had warning, of course. The date was stamped right on the front and they kept reminding him to get a new one. I told him too, told him that nothing lasts forever, not even for him. That, when time runs out, it’s gone, and he’s be screwed. How could I ...
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    "It's really a pity about your head." They say, looking at it. I must admit, it's a rather nice one. Having had it for 22 years and seven months, I've grown quite fond of it. They pull my hair away from my neck as a sharp jab in the back sends me to my knees, thrusting my no...
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    I was eleven when Billy Johnson threw a water balloon. It landed in a rather unfortunate location, or so it seemed at the time. They called me The Wetter for the rest of the year. For a while I guess I let it get to me. Maybe I moped a bit. Maybe I considered complaining about bullies to the prin...
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    I look at the pineapple. What a useless, hideous thing. I pick it up, cupping the golden bulb in my hand, watching with detached interest as the leaves rattle, my hand shaking ever so slightly. What are you supposed to do with something like this? Put it on your mantle when you’re not using it? T...
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    Warhorse. Panting, straining, muscles rippling as he runs into the battles of man. Into the battles of man. Why? He is prey, built to run away from the enemy, fly with the wind, fleeing for his own life. He is not a predator. He has no fangs, no claws, no lust for blood. Yet he runs into the roar o...
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    We are the idealistic ones. Believing we can make the world better, Thinking we know where to find what we’re after. Trusting our leaders will place our targets, On the heart of all the pain and unrest. We are the faces behind the guns. Shaving our hair and donning dress blues, So many yo...
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    You’d better sit down. Four bitter, dreaded words my Dad says to my mom about every three years. By now, she knows what comes next. He hears silence over the receiver, then the creak of our cheap kitchen chairs. “What?” She asks, her voice low, threatening to break. My brother and I s...
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    That’s when my life ended. No, not when the scream rang out. Not when I heard the shot. Not when the force of the impact sent me to my knees. My life ended when I turned around, gasping for air with a giant dent in my bulletproof vest and I saw HER holding the smoking gun. She was everythin...
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    I wake up feeling like P. Diddy. Actually, no, I don't. I wake up feeling like Elizabeth Veldspar. Liz for short, which is always, since I'm only 5ƈ''. So I wake up and I know I feel like Liz and not P. Diddy because, last time I checked (which, admittedly, was never), P. Diddy had two leg...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    Packing tape. An unassuming name for an unassuming product. Many people can go through their whole lives without giving it a second thought. While it is no more than a minor modern convenience to most people, packing tape means a thousand things to a military family – but most importantly, it repr...
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    “Hey, ain’t life wonderful? Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, isn’t everything wonderful now?” Everclear blares from my battery-powered alarm clock, jolting me awake at 5:13. I get up at exactly 5:13 every morning so I don’t wake up to my mom screaming at me that it was 5:15 and I ne...
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    “It’s a terrible thing, a dark mark of evil upon the world. No one knows when it will strike, or where, or who. It does not discriminate. It doesn’t care who it kills. It doesn’t spare the young or the old or the women. It doesn’t care what kind of life they lived, it just kills them,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A shot was fired today A gun wrapped in a window cord A hired finger on the trigger A leader in the scope A sound like fireworks A rippling scream echoing from the crowd A squad takes down the man to blame A president stands to joyful tears. But today was not a happy day When ...
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    Would you like to dance with me? Not on the floor – it’s much to crowded With it’s spinning smiles and blaring noise A dance just between the two of us One we can share and never break Not a waltz or a grind or line, silly boy But a dance around the broken glass Stabbing at each oth...
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    I must find the question In a puddle of myself As I slip like a fool in the mud The dark surrounds me in the absence of the melon moon No trust in my veins The ricochet of my ‘strength’ I long for the dizzy thrill of life But I am broken. I could find the answer To the troubles that I f...
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    Grab a heaping bowl of chocolate ice cream Stuff it in my mouth while sitting in front of the heater Calms me down when I wanna scream Crank up the Taylor Swift You know she’s got a song for exactly how I feel Rock on when my soul needs a lift Text like crazy to my best friend Go on abo...
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    Life stands out A unique and flickering fire. Revered and loved Like a childhood hero. But then it’s gone Just a blip on the radar. Like a town Without so much as a stoplight. Or a story With a empty ending. Fleeting....
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    You see them in the airport, the line at Wal-Mart, the U-Haul rental center. Standing there, shoulders a little straighter and hair a little shorter than those around them, dressed in baggy camo BDUs and combat boots. They are our nation’s soldiers, and sadly, they often go unnoticed, and are so...
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    Life stands out A unique and flickering fire. Revered and loved Like a childhood hero. But then it’s gone Just a blip on the radar. Like a town Without so much as a stoplight. Or a story With a empty ending. Fleeting....
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I quake with relief, the adrenaline slowly fizzing out of my blood. I am free. Free from the whip, no longer feeling the bite against my flesh. Free from the plantation and it’s endless rows of bloodied cotton. Free from the dogs, their snapping jaws far from my heels. Free from the Master, hi...
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    Jade dashes toward me, ebony locks bouncing franticly, a loaf of French bread clutched in her small pale hands. Her five-year-old face is dripping with tears of horror and shame, and I reach out, folding her into my arms. That’s when I hear the sirens. She is sobbing her apologies, but it is too l...
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    Brittany Tisdale is striding down the hall, taking my breath away. Her blonde hair swishes around her shoulders, her smile sparkles like a thousand diamonds. Her clothes fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves without making her look like a – no. I won’t even say that word in a sentence de...

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