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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I possess an overwhelming knowledge – Painful clamor of gratitude meanwhile ringing in my ears – That no royal family of ancient origin can ever surpass the ancestry from which I came. No coveted prince, voice accented in golden brown, Can exceed the value I know I possess, For the Epi...
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    Envy's bedroom walls aren't green aren't battlefield camouflage or an immaculate lawn. They aren't orange with downfall like a leaf preparing to plunge or a home soon to be ash. They aren't yellow with joy like the brightest marigold or the jackpot winner's ...
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    Peter Jackson's movie adaptation of Alice Sebold's best-selling and award-winning novel, The Lovely Bones, is one of the few novel-based films that has been representative of -- if not as enjoyable as -- the book. The Lovely Bones is the story of 14-year-old Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan)...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The teenager on the corner with the misapplied lip gloss is in a state of paranoia, complaining, via text messaging, to her bevy of friends about the lack of decent tanning weather. As her fingers chatter away, she leans a bit harder against the side of the brick building to lessen the globs of acid...
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    Half him and half her course through my veins They are there My hair, my blood, my short fingernails There are me Although I am both, there is but one I want to be: Me...
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
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    On June 25, 2009, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, creator of the best-selling album, “Thriller,” died tragically. I regarded his death as a candle gone out in the world, as a legacy destroyed. Others didn’t act this way. Because of the alleged molestation Michael Jackson was accused of co...
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    Youth springs bounteous from my toes with every golden footstep My age is reflected in little stick arms, swaying as I jog The days of my life linger in the bug-spray scented locks flowing freely in the wind The relentless wind that blows my hood back and reddens the tips of my ears with a single...
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    Husbands sigh upon the bills and rub their eyes in anguish Clorox-scented housewives work to toil over dishes People live the days of life and work upon their chores Children do their homework in a million homes or more Perpetually glowing windows housing haggard, drunken men Women dance in c...
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    Squinting my eyes at the sudden brightness, I could see Thomas through the window. He was washing the dishes, bleary-eyed and trembling carelessly. I turned the brass doorknob that he always left unlocked with my hand warm inside my oversized fleece sweatshirt. The door creaked slightly, welcoming m...
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    Just as my insanity flew out the window, I jumped after it. For one moment in my life, I felt what it was like to be an adult, like any other man or woman walking down the street. I had come out of the fog, yet entered it deliberately once more. It was my twenty-first birthday. At this point, I fel...
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    I loved you, my dear For you yet loved me Though reproach tore us farther apart We competed, my dear In school and in sport Though you envied me, turned me away We were perfect, my dear A match meets a match Though publicly ‘twas never quite true I showed you, my dear My love, my s...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    So, the Boston Globe and the Seattle Post-Intelligencer are nearly bankrupt, along with several other smaller newspapers across the country. You are obsessed with the environment, so you choose to read your newspaper online instead of reading it on dead trees. You don’t realize that you aren’t...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    Tshrimp! I flip a page in my book. A knotted dirty-golden lock falls in front of a word. Zoom in. The. T-h-e. The. Printed in Times New Roman font in black ink on top of the page. The most overused word in the English language. Look. I’ve already used it five times just now. Zoom in. T. Ju...
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    Dreams are a taste from an unknown plate With a grain of the past, a cup of today, and a spicy hint of tomorrow's fate....
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    The heater I kneeled on warmed my sopping legs. I pressed my nose against the cold glass window, spattered with raindrops, little crystals. I stared out over the city. Towers everywhere, crowding around me. Many people have seen them, but I was looking at them from 350 feet in the air. A gap in the...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    The air at Peach Lake was still as light spilling out from a phosphorescent bulb. No man dared penetrate it. The wind never blew, and the weather never changed. It was unbearably still. It was desperately still. Of course, the lack of vibrations in the air contributed to the silence. This sacred ...
  • Opinion > School / College
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    My town voted about a year ago on the Board of Education’s budget cut. Either the people would have to pay more tax money for our school system, or several teachers would get laid off. We students, in addition would have to forgo the newspaper club, chess club, field trip club, and a few others. N...
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    I see her at dinner the night before. Drugged and crazy, her eyes meet with mine for a millisecond. Giant, watery-blue orbs. Above heavy, heavy, purple bags. Wildly bloodshot. Threatening. Dangerous. I know that to contend with her would be impossible. Let it slip. Just play with the Spaghet...
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    Upon one wintry midnight Allie made an excellent insight To the feelings and thoughts Of her precious dolly “Dot” She left her doll outside today And in the midst of frolic and play Forgot to take her back inside The doll upon which she relied To go the night without her ...
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    FISHERMAN Isaac Jones was lost at sea. He had been for two months already. He had a diminished supply of food and water. His only hope was that a storm didn’t strike, but the clouds in the distance looked threatening. Back at home sat Florence Monroe. She and Isaac were married eight months ago...
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