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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Kylie Morgan peered up at the attic door outlined in the popcorn ceiling. Cracked cream molding separated the off-white plank that hid a long, spindly staircase underneath. How was it that all those stairs fit so neatly on the plank, she once wondered? Her daddy had grabbed hold of the string to pul...
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    I wake in the morning to the shrill crying of the northwest wind shuddering the shutters of my little green cabin and bending the coniferous trees in half. Clouds race each other in the sapphire sky, urgently pushed forward by the howling wind. Golden rays slice through the frosted windowpane ...
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    Freedom is not free- men still rule the world despite Beyonce’s song. The unjust still controls society- politicians, criminals, gangs, economists they’re all the same. They lie, they cheat, they steal all our dreams away. Scarfing our money like paper shredders and promising justice, wh...
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    I am woman. I am beautiful I am smart, strong sensible. I am a daughter, a sister, a niece, a cousin, a friend, a co-worker, an enemy. I am a bookie, a dreamer, a student, I am a chef, I am a creator, I am a mentor. You say I am emotional. You say I am irrational, passive, and weak. Yo...
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    There is something to be said for the phrase, “you can’t beat the classics.” 1950s Hollywood was a very different place than the trashy, glitzy celebrity hub of today. Directors such as Billy Wilder and Alfred Hitchcock were empowering movies with genius plotlines, regal sets and extraordinary...
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    Memories. Flooding, catastrophic, beautiful, heartbreaking, blissful memories. They shape me; color my blank canvas like daring paintbrushes, splashes of the rainbow, of emotions, slowly forming a familiar painting. The picture of me. I study the painting; study the lines, the shapes, the crazy c...
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    On a bus, I sat bored out of my mind. Trees rushed by as we went past, leaves rustling in a faint breeze. I picked up my iPod and turned my music on wondering if I could lose myself in lyrics and rhythms. I bounced up and down as my bus driver hit tremendous potholes scattered along an endless p...
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    Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. All through lunch she had been nervously chattering her teeth, keeping her eyes fixed on him sitting at the green picnic table. His hair was long and shaggy, hanging int...
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    The green meadow rolls below a cerulean sky flowers carpet the earth with a rainbow of petals as I stroll through sparkling grass nature blossoms with elegant force. Flowers carpet the earth with a rainbow of petals sweet fragrances tickle my nose playfully, nature blossoms with elegant forc...
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    “Mind if I sit here?” She glanced up from a text message and found a boy, skinny and pale, looming over her like an unfriendly shadow. His hair was tousled and his eyes were red with sleep deprivation, but it was no concern of hers. He looked better off than she did in her worn leather jacket...
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    “What are you doing? Hello, anyone in there.” I stare blankly towards the window sill, completely ignoring his voice. My eyes were glued to a small, seemingly insignificant creature climbing on silver threads. “Earth to Emma, what in the world are you looking at.” His voice drifts b...
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    Director Rob Marshall had a dilemma: what movie could he possibly make to out-do the success of his Oscar-winning musical, Chicago? Audiences had been charmed by the surprising vocals of an unusual cast of talent including Renee Zellweger as one of the leads. For his next film, Marshall would have ...
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    Sooner or later everyone fails at something. An employee at a high-tech corporation misses a meeting and feels like the world is crashing down on him when all of his co-workers are ahead of the game. An “A” average student gets a “C” in a class she worked diligently in but still feels like...
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    The scene: A rainy, cold morning in New York City. A man in a gray jacket dodged past morning commuters into a shabby looking building. Inside, men and women were scrambling, some carrying stacks of paper, others delivering messages to co-workers. The hustle comes to an abrupt halt as the man e...
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    Colors spawn a black river of ink, across the page seeping into the center stitching, bleeding off the crisp paper. Thoughts spark, voracious fires of jumbled lines and broken images that piece together the forgotten plot. A ferris wheel of spectacles and devious twists have yet to plag...
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    Based on the best-selling novel by Nicholas Sparks, “Nights in Rodanthe” manages a few tear-jerking moments, while squandering in unrealistic events and flat suspense. Diane Lane plays Adrienne, who is soon to be divorced from her clingy husband, Jack (Christopher Meloni). Adrienne has just a...
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    She sits by her window awaiting the sun to rise, and transform the sky with its warm golden rays. She listens for the chirp of early spring song birds, hungrily announcing where the worms are. A cool breeze with a tinge of winter’s dying wrath, stirs her graying blond hair still resting...
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    “Don’t be a jerk, Isaac,” Christina snapped, weeding her way through a cluttered pumpkin patch. Isaac grinned, knowing he was intentionally driving his science partner crazy. That suited him. The two of them had been told to go and collect samples of leaves from the nearby wooded lot an...
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