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He leaned back in his seat, crossing his ankles. The stage flooded in light, and a whisper ran through the crowd. A girl danced onto the stage, her hands intertwined above her head. Her legs moved like the wind, soft and smooth. He held his breath in awe, watching her. She wore an orange dress, the ... - Fiction > Realistic FictionI always thought my dad was a great driver. He sped through traffic and weaved his way out expertly, like a professional. Through snow and rain, he brang us where we needed to be, fast. But it was the Blizzard Of NYC that year that made a sweet visit to New York a horrible nightmare. My brother, Tom...
- Fiction > Romance“Okay, you CAN NOT say no to those” my best friend Maya said. I looked down and sighed. They were a beautiful high heel shoe, with intricate detail on the side; not trashy, not boring. They fit me perfectly, and when I turned in the mirror, my legs looked elegantly flawless. “I dunno…their k...
- Fiction > RomanceAmy rushed down the city blocks, her book bag hitting her hip harder every time she took a step. She started to sweat, her palms damp. What if she didn’t make it to school on time? Would her college plans to Yale be ruined…how about her lawyer career? Her parents would disown her and she would e...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryShelby dipped her foot into the lake, recoiling at how cold it was. Her best friend, Evanna, was already wading in the lake, flirting with Gavin and Luke. Shelby stared at Evanna in envy. Evanna had a beautiful shape and tan skin, full lips and a belly button piercing that drove people wild. Shelby ...
- Poetry > All PoetryAmelia Earhart Amelia Earhart, you flew up high, Very brave, that’s no lie. I don’t think many can relate to how you felt, When you flew with Roosevelt. You proved that even if you’re a female, Your high hopes will never fail, I think your great Amelia, and I’m not lying, All I can s...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt pours out of her like a river, the words across the page, the characters come out, but her hearts stuck in a cage. She writes day and night, no matter how they tease her, and she keeps on writing, knowing they wont release her. She creates and builds her world, where she is the hero and ...
- Poetry > Free VerseDeep beneath the world there are angels. Angels that are clawing at the world, Trying to get People to know that they exist And survive, That they are breathing just beneath the ground. Their wings are cramped and dingy, All squeezed together, Nothing to gain on but Sadness And o...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionFootball. Parties. Girls. Running. Swimming. That’s what my life revolved around before the accident. I would run up and down the field, my legs shooting sparks up my chest. I would go to the biggest and maddest parties of the year, drink it up with buddies and then talk with some really cute chic...
- Fiction > RomanceThere are a lot of things I would want to remember about Griffin Sky. Like the day we climbed to the roof of my house, our book bags full of strawberry popsicles. How we sat up, staring at the summer sun, talking, laughing, sharing secrets. How we ate Popsicle after Popsicle until there were red spo...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe blade scrapes against my skin as red, thick blood trickles down my arm. I sniffle, the tears burning the wound I had just made. Drops of blood flicker to the floor and I’m just sitting on my bathtub, crying and shaking, my hands trembling. I drop the blade as it clatters onto the bath loudly. ...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryI was walking to the TV show was suppose to attend that night. I just parked my car in the misty darkness and shut the door with a click. I was nervous as a person could be, my palms were sweating and my body shook with tension. I was also shivering but not because at the biting cold. I was a writer...
- Opinion > DiscriminationLove. It’s the word the world has tried for many years to build its foundation on. Kisses, hugs, presents, laughs, smiles. Sometimes all these things come from love. Men love women; women love men, then how come the same sex can’t love each other? They are human beings, aren’t they? For those ...
- Opinion > School / CollegeYou jump onto a bus and dip your Metro Card in, running to the back to get an available seat. This routine seems so ordinary, so casual, you don’t think twice. Student metro cards have been free or at least half fare for more than 60 years. But since the MTA’s $383 million budget fall, this gene...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI hear an earsplitting scream travel through the house. A chair is thrown at the wall and it breaks and splinters into tiny pieces. I crept quietly from my room and watched as my mom picked up the lamp and threw it to the floor, the light bulb shattering on the floor. At first I let her; I let her t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI always wondered where I got my looks from. My mom or my dad, my grandpa maybe…or grandma. My parents never said you have your mother’s eyes, or my eyes, or even you have my personality. I always wanted to know why. But asking them would make me sound like I wanted more then I already had whi...
- Fiction > Romance“Nate, I’m sorry” I say, my hands shaking and my face scorched with tears. “For what Lilly? Huh? Do you even know anymore?” he says, his teeth clenched and a vein pulsing in his forehead. It scared me to see him like that. “I’m sorry! What do you want me to do!?” I cried out, sobbing...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionFates a funny thing. You don’t see it coming. You never do. It sweeps in and closes the door behind itself, leaving you no choice but to sit down and close your eyes. The ride will come no matter how much you don’t want it to. The wind will push, but your heart will pull back, always thinking, r...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI was in my room, throwing books at my wall when I found out I was special. No, I didn’t have perfect aim, or was a body builder. And, no, I’m not the child Jackie Robinson who learns about his special ability to throw well. So if my first sentence misled you, sorry. I was so steamed that my sis...
- Poetry > All PoetrySweetie, won't you meet me on the bright side, where everything turns out right, Sweetie won't you come with me to the good world, where colors are exciting and bright. Sweetie won't you come with me to the place, where Christmas is every day, Sweetie won't you come with ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI spray and spray, the colors come out like a rainbow. It covers the brick wall like a art show, expressing the feelings I had held in for so long. And finnally they come pouring out with the green, the pink, the yellow. And than I hear sirens and I'm running. Once again I have to run ...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI think it was a Sunday when I found out I was an angel. No, it was a Tuesday, it was my mom and dad's anniversary. Yeah, a Tuesday. I was staying over my grandparents house in order to give them "alone time." I had just woken up from a good sleep. The day before I had done 30 laps of...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionEvery day I wonder more and more. I sit down and stare at my Christmas tree, decorated with golden ribbons and glistening butterflies. I can't sit and listen to a song, I love the rhythm, but the words never speak out to me. My friends don't get me, why I suddenly stare into space. It'...
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