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  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Once, I had friends. Sufficient friends, too, ones that provided the necessary services and benefits that foster an above-adequate childhood. Perhaps I wasn’t the smartest or funniest, or the most handsome or charming, but neither was I repulsive, in any sense of the word. And being perfectly aver...
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    “NOVAAA!” An agonized shriek rouses me from sleep, and all at once I am scrambling for my robe and slippers. I rush across the hall and wrench open the door at the end. An elderly woman, bloody-eyed and crouching on all fours greets me with another ear-piercing wail. “Mom?” She clutch...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    B, on a whim, is sitting next to A. They are friends, but not close. B knows A is smart and kind, so they work together on in-class assignments. In social studies, they doodle Olmec heads. In philosophy, they bounce around ideas. A and B start using MSN to talk to each other. First, to study for ...
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    (Play it again.) My worn and weathered phone, grooved from ­frequent encounters with ­cement, is poised on the rack. It's no Canon VIXIA, but for the task at hand, it'll do. I unfurl ice-cold fingers and place them gently on the glossy white keys. A high-pitched beep tells me video mode is ...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    “McRae?” Belle wondered how he was feeling at that instant. “Hey, McRae?” She walked along the edge of the embankment and saw a twitch in the grass. Bingo. “I see you.” It was almost singsong. Was that a whimper? Belle moved quicker, with purpose, to her target. She could see i...
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    There is a little girl in pink on the side of the pavement. The parade marches on without acknowledging her presence except by throwing sweets into the air around her general vicinity, which she snatches with childlike jealousy from the rocky pavement before anyone else can reach them. Mother cha...
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    Once, I had friends. Sufficiently satisfactory friends they were, too, providing the necessary services and benefits that foster an above-adequate childhood. Perhaps I wasn’t the smartest or funniest, or the most handsome or friendly, but neither was I repulsive, in any sense of the word. And bein...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Babies are so expressive, I think as my uncle soothes the crying four-month old with tender hushes and steady pats. It is the first time little Taylor has cried during the entire length of our visit, and, to make up for the tantrum-less two weeks, he plans to put on quite a performance. His plump...
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    It is 7:15 AM. Three brown paper bags are lined crisply along the kitchen table, waiting to be claimed. Marianne has spent the good part of her morning preparing the food inside: salami and cheese for Daniel, who prefers his sandwich in isosceles triangles, PB&J for Emmy, who cannot tolerate...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Emerging from the clouds We float above a city of Gleaming highways and Golden street-lamp strands I peer outside and gasp at The glittering lights, like twinkling droplets of morning dew Suspended on gossamer webs Manmade magic, I muse And the plane sways as if To agree, and made unst...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    No one knows where Tani-Ann came from, or how old he really is. It’s as though he never actually came into being—he just always was, and is, and will be. Some believe he is even older than space itself. As a jedi-knight, Tani-Ann keeps to himself. What little insight we do have into his perso...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    The fine new shoes Jody had bought for Janie stirred up the dust of a barren winter as she walked toward the gravestone she knew to bear Nanny’s name. The dirt around Nanny’s body that day was dry, and the weather was cruel. Janie wondered if it was God or the cold that made this place seem so g...
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    The Pyramid’s extensive security system had always seemed excessive to me, but the night before the Transition Ceremony, it saved my life. Like all the other students in Sector J, I had checked in at the warden’s office fifteen minutes before curfew (twenty-one ‘o clock exactly, as the au...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I am sick. I will die within the hour. I see Mama’s face at my bedside, white and fearful. It is a familiar expression; Mama has not had a peaceful night in months. Her worries, heartbreak, and desperation have reconstructed the map of her face. Where beauty once took shape in a healthy, hardwo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    What once was green Billows columns of gray What once was lush Is skyscraper dust. Out on black streets (no longer dirt paved) Farmers turn industrial No tomatoes or corn, their main crops— Electronic. The second generation wears The tan skin of their parents And cheap knockoffs fro...
  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    Sometimes, I can’t stand my generation. It’s partially a result of the internet. Excessive sharing and increased accessibility of personal information prove a somewhat pessimistic saying—the more you know about a person, the less you like about them. Take my lovely friend Anna who runs a...
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    Let inspiration strike me— Lightning upon my winged chariot. Let the embers of thought rouse my mind, And provide the glow of accomplishment. Let me nurture those fledgling ideas; I’ll chisel my very own Galatea. I will be a Daedalus of my time, Create a labyrinth of my grandest d...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    He is lost, cast adrift upon a sea of grief. He sees his friends, huddled together in a desperate attempt to ward off the bitter chill of death, expressions of defeat and determination on their faces. He looks for his family, a crimson beacon amidst the sorrow and tragedy threatening to overwhelm hi...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The scribbles in my workbook are not notes or equations, but whimsical, disproportionate doodles and implausible stories with happy endings I tell myself to keep entertained. One such idea now pops into my head, and I hurriedly jot it down in an undecipherable scrawl. When I am satisfied with the re...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    We’re so close and so far. You’re joking and teasing me and being your usual charming self, but I’m only halfway there. Your eyes are on mine, and I’m suddenly aware of all my small imperfections, my petty insecurities. Oh god, what if you’re thinking about that zit on my nose? Or how ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    She hugs me tight as we begin the slow descent back onto solid ground. She always fears those last few minutes, always thinks they make the critical difference between life and death. I am brave for her. My cotton fur, matted from years of use and love, is a source of comfort, and my synthetic eyes ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Dainty cherry blossoms are for sight; A blush that creeps through moss and evergreen, Pale pink pompoms herald nascent life, Wintry mist gives way to dewy scene. The beat of flighty rain is for sound; Mild one minute, the next, torrential Drip drop, splish splash, pitter, patter, POUND—...

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