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  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    James Sveck, 18, is plagued with his decision to not attend college. He is scared to socialize with his peers, and wants to buy a house in the country, learn a trade and read in his spare time. When the book begins, he is sure of his decisions, but as it goes on he becomes more and more unsure about...
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    Sixteen-year-old twins Brontë and Tennyson see eye to eye on almost nothing, and Brontë dating Brewster Rawlins is no exception. Brewster is nicknamed Bruiser, and voted “most likely to get the death penalty” by his classmates. But soon, Tennyson befriends Brewster, and he and Brontë discover...
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    Bee and Jacky Cooney-brother and sister-were close as children, almost too close. They had only each other for company when their father returned-injured-from Vietnam. Soon they drifted apart. But years later, when Jacky is seventeen and Bee is thirteen, their parents go out of town for a weekend, s...
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    Nine-year-old Bruno is the son of a Nazi officer, so when his father is promoted, Bruno, along with his parents and older sister, is forced to relocate. His new house is quite close to a concentration camp, and he forms a good friendship with an imprisoned Jewish boy, Shmuel. Their friendship progre...
  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    We walked through the unknown woods, my mother, my cousin and I. We were shocked and scared when our eyes fell to a bear, a BIG bear. There was a human-sized tunnel leading to a hole that the three of us tried to escape to, but in the tunnel was a small bear, and we assumed the BIG bear would attack...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    Read the Dear Abbys from 6/29/11, and pay close attention to the one signed “Gangbanger”. Dear Abby, in response to 6/29/11 “Gangbanger”, do not regret how you have lived your life. It is terrible that you had the misfortune to be caught, but if others are careful, they and their gang full ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Ever since I have been a young child, I have been a different person in my head. I am Sarah (last names differ), and I am put in a bunch of different situations. When I was younger I was part of a family with an uncountable amount of children, but as I got a little older I managed to organize them a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He thinks I do not hear him cry at night. He thinks I do not see his slouch and frown. He thinks I do not care about his life. He thinks I do not love him with my heart. He thinks I do not wish to see him smile. But I always hear, see, care about him. And I will always love and wish for him. ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The flock of birds flew into a tall tree, their small bodies casting over the clouds. My eyes swooped, following their graceful motion through a dirty window. Once they disappeared into the depths of the tree, my eyes dropped to my plate of food, a mushy-looking sandwich that a dull waitress had bro...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The bullet struck her chest. I could not steal it. But i can lift her soul with my heart, and carry it to safety. The blood seeped through her clothes. I could not stop it. But I can sing for her memory, and let it live on. The blow shattered her bones. I could not fix them. But I can ...
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    A slow beat flowed through, but it wasn't enough. The sadness still filled the air, encasing the people. The slow beat flowed through, but cries drowned it out. There was no laughing, just so much longing. The slow beat flowed through, but couldn't bring hope. Sorrow killed s...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I drink in the music. I breathe in the beat. I swallow the rhythm, and taste the melody. I gulp down the chorus. I chew on the bridge. I savor the singing, and munch on the notes. I crunch up the high notes. I suck on the base. I sip on the ending, and stop drinking music....
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    When I'm fourteen, I'll enjoy the summer and become depressed in the winter. When I'm fifteen, I'll contemplate going to high school. When I"m sixteen, I'll learn to drive, and my goal will be not to run over any squirrels. When I'm seventeen, I'll hang out...
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    I awake from my sleep, thinking of love, death and crisp bacon. I think of love because I love my sister. I love her style, the hopelessly mismatched outfits she insisted on wearing. I love her unique brilliance, her getting low grades because the teachers just don't understand her. I love...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    "Thanks for the ride!" I called after my friend's mom, as she had driven me home from soccer practice. We had a game coming up, but I felt pretty confident with my playing. I pushed open my front door, to walk in to my parents and brother, Stephen, sitting in our living room. The thr...
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    I stared at the new boy at my school, Jason. This guy intrigued me. He was average-looking, not much different from other boys I knew, but it was his eyes that pulled me. No, not Edward Cullen eyes, I don't go for all that Twilight cr*p. (I have better things to do than look at "hot guys&q...
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    Why is it that people can die so fast? In one second a life, a series of events, good and bad, can be ripped away, by a gunshot or a knife and, unfortunately, so many other ways. Why is this? Why must death be so simple? Why, a young child could kill a person, even accidentally. To take care of sick...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I used to feel so self-conscious about my writing. I didn't like putting my opinions or thoughts on paper, it almost scared me. They were MY thoughts, MY ideas, so why should I put pen to paper and let them loose, let them be so vulnerable, where ANYbody could see them? But then this argument ...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    When I started reading this book by Sharon M. Draper, I thought it was just an average book, and I didn't particularly like it. It was written in diary entries, letters, poems, prayers, unique dialogue, etc. That type of writing is not my style, but as I continued to read, I realized how good t...
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    Clara's shoulder-length blond hair fell out of her ponytail and into her wide blue eyes, and she brushed it away with a thin hand. She climbed into the battered rowboat, settling her tall body next to her older sister, Annie's, shorter one. Clara had volunteered to row the boat, not to be ...
  • Opinion > Movies / Music / TV
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    So, let's get into the subject of music. What music is good, what music is bad? Is there a wrong answer? No, what music is worth listening to is all based in different peoples' opinions. Some people love to listen to loud rap music, while others would rather throw a country music CD into t...

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